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When John answered the phone Sherlock could practically hear the smirk on his best friend's face. "Okay, okay, get it all out now because I have an actual problem to deal with."
"That's fine," John said stifling a snort, "my mocking can wait. What's the problem?"
"There's a man in her bed."
"In whose bed?"
"In Molly's bed!" yelled Sherlock with extreme exasperation.
John paused, processing the news. "How do you know that?"
Sherlock groaned and said, "I heard him!"
"Did it seem like a serious thing?"
"Well she was naked, John! Practically naked! It seemed pretty serious to me!"
John took this in and laughed. "Sherlock, you don't know anything about these kinds of relationships, do you? Just because they were having sex does not mean it is serious. You haven't seen her with this man outside of her home, she has never mentioned him. It might just be a one off."
Sherlock responded with stunned silence. Finally he asked, "So she might still want to be with me?"
This time John didn't laugh at the scared and fragile tone of Sherlock's voice (no matter how much he wanted to). Instead he said, "She might. Especially if you act fast." Sherlock stopped abruptly and started walking back towards Molly's flat. As if reading his mind, John quickly informed Sherlock that now, mid-coitus would not be a great time to interrupt Molly and propose a relationship. "Wait until tomorrow when you see her in the lab," John suggested, "I know what you can say to her." Sherlock agreed, only because if he went back to Molly's flat there was a significant chance that he might punch Molly's 'bedroom friend'.
John then proceeded to explain his plan and Sherlock and to the consulting detective's dismay, it was again, a good idea.
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The next morning, Sherlock and John were supposed to be at Bart's at ten AM.. So naturally, Sherlock appeared at John and Mary's front door at eight-thirty in the morning. It was a bleary eyed Mary that answered the door, her arms full with the couple's three-month-old daughter, Violet.
"What the…?" she started to ask but quickly gave up. "Oh what the hell, come on in." She motioned with her head for him to enter but continued to block the doorway until he opened his arms to take Violet from her. "Please? Just for a few minutes? I hardly got any sleep last night. Can you just sit with her for ten minutes? Half an hour tops."
"Oh just go already," groaned Sherlock as he took the baby gently into his arms and took a seat in the armchair. The half hour passed quickly because now matter how much he would deny it to John, he was smitten with little Violet. He smiled because it was just like Mary to take advantage of his love for her daughter just to get a little more sleep along with her tired husband.
When the allotted time was up, Sherlock tiptoed into the bedroom and gently placed the sleeping baby onto her cot. He then hissed in John's general direction until the blogger woke from his deep slumber. John looked at the clock and rolled his eyes, probably because Sherlock was still an hour early, but he whispered a word of thanks for the extra sleep.
Sherlock paced around the sitting room while John got ready going over the plan of what he was going to say, repeatedly. He continuedly reassured himself that Molly might still take him and that man was probably only around for that one night.
He could have gone on like this for hours had John not finally emerged from his and Mary's room and motioned toward the door. The pair were silent during the cab ride to Bart's, but after they got out of the car, John clapped Sherlock on the back and reassured him. "You can do this, mate. Just don't be an arse."
Sherlock glared down at John. "Very helpful. Thank you."
"You know me. I'm here for you," replied John jokingly as he led the way into the hospital.
