FINDING A HOME

Here we have a little continuation of Bedtimes Stories. It's been on my brain for a while. I think I'll probably leave the story open just in case I decide to add more – I might. I hope you enjoy it. - day

Years had passed slowly for the once children who enjoyed the quiet space of the fourth floor of Mimsy's. Along with their ages came different changes. Body changes among that. Sherlock himself had gotten taller, and his face seemed to elongate into such a striking form that the girls who used to call him weird and freak would linger around him when he was taking a walk. It annoyed him, because he knew exactly what they were thinking. He ignored that however. He only cared about one girl as a friend and she was easy to find if he willed himself to these days.

As of late the duo have spent the days on their own, and some nights out on the roof when no one was really around for watch. Molly would point out little constellations or different stars that she knew from one of her astronomy books and Sherlock would listen though he wasn't really interested in those kind of things. He didn't understand what was so fascinating with it. They were nice to look at but what significance would it hold in the future to him. Molly knew his aversion to any of this but she still liked talking about. The second he gave her an indication that she should stop, she would continue to do so. She didn't really talk much to begin with.

It was on one of those nights when Sherlock decided to bring up the new topic of discussion that had been flittering in and out all day after his meeting with Madam Mimsy. There were a lot of opportunities now for him especially. He hadn't uttered a word to it to Molly as he wasn't sure what to think of any of it. These things never worked out. Something was always wrong and he made his way back to Mimsy's one way or another.

"Mimsy thinks she's found a couple who will want me." He said after clearing his throat.

He wasn't all that surprised by Molly's quiet reply, "I know." She always knew some way or another. He never asked how or where she got her information from but knew that he found it easier not having to really talk about it. "It's good for you." She turned her head to look over him. His eyes were trained on the darkness of the sky that was lit up by the sparkling white stars.

Molly smiled at him knowing he was blatantly avoiding her gaze in order to make it obvious of how he was feeling about it. He didn't like talking about any of these things. "When will you meet them?"

"Tomorrow afternoon." He sighed, turning to face her to see if he could decipher what she thought about that. She never said much about it but sometimes her nonchalance spoke higher than any actual truth she could have spoken with her mouth. She did look a little sad.

"I doubt they'll want to keep me. Not many people like me."

"I'm sure they'll like you. I hear they're from a rather wealthy family from the north."

"What else do you know?" His brow arched as a smirk graced his lips. Molly smiled at him before training her eyes back on the stars.

"That you're brilliant and anyone would be lucky to have you." There it was. Sherlock frowned as he slid his hand down to grasp hers. She thought he was going to leave her behind. He had left many times before but always came back. He would come back for her, even if it was just during the nights.

He owed her a lot for what she had done for him over the years. "Hey. I'm not going to leave you. I'll be gone a week at the most if they decide they want to give me a try. No one could actually want me any longer that. They'd be crazy to even last an hour with me."

"You don't know what kind of people they are. They could be just like you. Don't make promises you can't keep." She told him quietly as she squeezed his hand.

Sherlock shook his head as he scooted over to her a bit more making sure to be careful as to not get stuck into any of the damaged tiles, he placed his head on her shoulder. He waited until she turned to look at him to continue talking. "Okay, well I can tell you that even if this works out. It won't be the last time you see me. I can always find you. You won't stay here forever. You're too smart for this slums anyhow." Molly rolled her eyes at his flattering comment before giggling as he flung his arm and one of his legs around her as if she was his pillow. "Admit it, Molly. You don't want to stay here forever."

"You know I don't want to."

"Yes." He muttered as he snuggled his the crook of her neck. Molly was nearly stock still at how close he was getting. He was completely clueless as to why but he enjoyed to make her uncomfortable because it made him comfortable in a really strange way. "Admit it." He told her, his breath tickling her neck as he spoke. She squirmed a little before her hands came up to his hair and moved his hair out of his face. She liked his eyes. They were lovely.

"Okay. I don't want to stay here but I don't know if I could go anywhere else. I may not belong here but I don't want to be stuck in an even worse place."

"You won't." He told her confidently, his eyes closing as she begun to hum a little. She didn't sing, but her hum was very light and held a tune of its own. Molly slowly wrapped one arm around his waist while the other gripped under his arm and clung to the cotton shirt that he was wearing over his shoulder. She let out a sigh, stopping her hum. "Try to be nice tomorrow." She told him as she felt him press his mouth against her cheek quickly for a quick peck. He was trying to make her feel better, that's all.

"I'll try."

That wasn't the last night Molly saw Sherlock but it was close to it. He came back from the time out with the Holmes' as she soon found out were the name of the couple who were seeking to adopt a boy. They had an older son already but felt like he needed another person to have along with him. Sherlock ended up being the perfect choice. Molly had known he would be. He had never really fit in this place. He was stronger and more gifted that any of the others. He was everything that any good parent could want besides his whole disregard for people and how they would feel about him pointing out little observations that he made. He had always done that for the twelve years she had known him.

She ended up helping pack a week and half after the first meeting with the Holmes'. He had a small suitcase of his things most that were books and few articles of clothing. He had never said anything that gave any inclination that he wasn't completely beside himself that they had actually liked him. He hadn't said anything at all. He only said it had been pleasant and that was that.

Molly was happy for him, however. She even placed something in the bottom of his suitcase for him when he unpacked. A little piece of her that he could carry with him always. He wasn't good with goodbyes but when it was time for him to go, he did hug her while whispering a final parting that would give her a little hope that he was going to keep in contact with her through letters.

Molly wouldn't hold him to that, but it would be nice if she got one. He had left just after that.

Two months later she received a letter. Mimsy had called her into her little closet office and gave it to her. "It's rather light. I think I may have something else for you soon as well, dear." Mimsy gave her a smile before Molly left the office. She had wanted to open it there before going up to finish her schooling and maybe read a little but there were several girls standing about giving her such ugly stares. She wanted to read that in private.

Before she could do that one of her biggest tormentors whose name was Lucky decided to try to ruin her joy about it and tried to take it from her. Molly was quick to run towards the stairs before she could do that. Unfortunately another one of the girl's friend was waiting near it and tripped her up. Molly winced, clutching to the flimsy letter before Miss Claire came over from her office and scolded the girls before helping Molly up and checking her over for any bruises or busted lips. Luckily she had none and so she went on up to read it.

It wasn't much just a little note really.

Nicked this off some bloke who wasn't paying attention. Reminded me of you. – Sherlock

Along with it was a tiny bow incrusted with diamonds hanging off a silver chain. Molly was astounded by it, knowing it must have cost a fortune. She did keep it though and wore it only once. The day she met the first couple we were really ordinary in comparison to the people she knew Sherlock was surrounded with. She did liked them though and they her.

It took about three months before she left Mimsy but before she did she made sure that the lovely Madams over the place passed along a message to Sherlock if they were able to. She didn't know if he had got it, until she got herself in a little trouble two years later after going through another four families. Each never working out for several reasons. None, as promised by the couples as well as the Madams was Molly's fault. She just couldn't seem to believe it.

She had landed herself permanently in the hands of a woman who was living alone but dating a butcher of the last name Hooper. They were both very kind. They lived together and Molly had been a surprise to Arnold the butcher but Mae Hooper was everything that Molly had ever wanted in a mother. She was very supportive and loving for her new daughter. Molly later learned that the reason why she opted to adopt was because she didn't think she could carry a child because of several problems with her health wise. None fatal exactly, she just didn't think she could.

The trouble began the day Molly was jostled into going into the woods for a hike with several other girls her age and older. None of them quite liked her though. She had known that for the start and that is why not even three hours later she found herself trying not to fall unconscious from hitting her head on a rock. She passed out but she lived.

She awoke in a small hospital bed connected to a heart monitor and a hand posed around her own. She ignored the headache that she felt strongly on the right side of her head and focused on the male who was sitting in a chair next to her. He woke shortly, she imagined he knew she was awake by then. Anyhow, a lazy smile etched onto his face as he uttered a single phrase that made it perfectly clear as to what on earth he was doing in a hospital room besides her bed, holding her hand no less.

"I told you, I'd find you."