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Hello sweetie * feeling like river song * Sorry, I'm so srry but I didn't know what to write and everything seemed stupid but tonight inspiration came to my door and well I hope you like it!

Molly's POV

I was sleeping when I felt something humid and rough on my cheek, I opened my eyes slowly and found Toby at mere inches from me, with one hand I threw him to the floor and I used the other to help me to sit up. When I get out of bed I was welcomed with silence, which was weird, mornings with Sherlock were never silent. I always hear some noises coming from the kitchen because he's working on something to kill the boredom, but today was different, I walked to the kitchen and no one was there. I didn't want to freak out, instead I took a deep breath, opened the fridge, took out a bottle of milk for my coffee and started to prepare a quick breakfast.

~ He's in the bathroom, there's no need to worry Mollly...But what If he passed out in there and hit his head with the tap? Oh god I'll have to go there and check for vital signs, and If he was showering then he's naked-I need to stop thinking about him being naked for goodness sake~ Armed with courage I went straight to the bathroom and knocked having no answer, frowning a little I knocked again and no one replied, filled with worry I opened the door to found no one.

This was starting to get to me, I rushed to the living-room hopping that he was hiding, and then he would just say a snappy comment about her being so unobservant or something, but he was no there. ~ Now is time to freak out~ -Damn, damn, I lost him - I ran to my bedroom and looked in the wardrobe, under the bed ~ Why would he be under the bed? Okay that was a silly place to look ~ I looked everywhere and he was not in home, concerned I dialed Mycroft's number, which he left for emergencies the day he came to talk about something with Sherlock and their cousin Q.

- Mycroft? I'ts me Mol-

-I know who you are, Mis-Doctor Hooper

- Of course you know. It's Sherlock. He's not here

Mycroft fell silent and a few seconds later said

- I'll work on that

That was the end of the call.

-Writer's POV again-

Molly paced the floor and ate her nails, she had one thing to do ' Keep Sherlock in the flat' not that it was an easy task but it was one thing and she just failed. Her phone vibrated and took her away from the Guilty Train, hopping it was Mycroft with new information she unblocked it quickly but then saw it was from her mum, all the excitement she felt was replaced with horror as she read the text

Honey what happened? - M

Did her mother listen to every conversation? Did her mother bug her phone? Would she know about? No, of course not, Would she?

In mere second she started to type a reply

Margaret I hope you're not stalking me, nor listening to all the conversations I have on the phone – Molly

Her mother did not take long with the response

Of course not, Molly. Now please tell me what happened – M

Molly knew there was no case in arguing her mother will find out even If she liked or not, but she couldn't help her reply.

Nothing happened, everything is fine. Stop stalking or I'll see you in court – Molly

Margaret didn't send any new messages and she was grateful for that. Mycroft in the other hand sent one message

He probably got bored and get out to cause some chaos, do not worry. - MH

What possessed Mycroft to write her that was unknown to everyone even him.

Half an hour later a knock on the door startled her but without wasting more time, she rushed to the door and flung it open with a smile on her face, Molly was optimistic almost foolish doing that, because it could be Sherlock or it could be a serial killer who kidnapped Sherlock. For her surprise and disappointment it wasn't him, it was Q.

- Why, hello...you're Sherlock's cousin?" It was meant to be a statement but sounded like a question

- May I ?- Q asked looking at her awkwardly which she responded with a nod and stepping aside to let him in.

- Did Mycroft send you?

The man only nodded and stayed where he was, looking around trying to find something

- Sorry, but do you have a plug I can use?

- Yeah, yes. Over there - Molly pointed a spot on the wall next to the coffee table

Q flashed a smile and nodded readjusting his glasses before putting all the things he needed to locate his cousin on the small coffee table, why did Mycroft sent him to her place instead of leaving him in some high-tech building baffled her. Mycroft surprised her for good twice in a day, maybe he ate more chocolate than usual at least that's what Sherlock said about his brother mood " If he raises his voice then no chocolate in the day, If he annoys me with kind words then far too much chocolate in the day".

The only noise was the typing of Q and she was uncomfortable by the lack of conversation, not that she couldn't stay in silence it just that maybe he found information and didn't tell.

- So -She cleared her throat - New information?-

He only shook his head and frowned. Apparently he was the opposite to his cousin , Q was a man of few words and she was not used to that. After a few minutes he looked up from his laptop and stretched his arms -This might take a while – He glanced at her and with a coy smile spoke

- Doctor Hooper, could you give me a glass of water? If you're busy it's okay, I don't need to-

Molly raised her hand stopping all his rambling- It's fine. I'll go and get it- She came back a few seconds later with said glass in hand. A warm smile made her way as she saw the logo from his laptop, she was right from all her suspicious.

- So how long have you been working for MI6?

Q eyes snapped open and he stared at her, she could almost see all the thought running inside his mind " Is she a spy? Assassin? undercover agent? Enemy?"

- I-Don't-How? How do you know?- He questioned

- Well, they called you Q. All the Secret Intelligence Services have code names for people, your wasn't hard. Quartermaster, right?- A smirk crossed her lips satisfied with her answer.

- Yes, but you specified MI6 – He snapped narrowing his eyes.

- Long story, I can't tell.

Before Q had the chance to question any further "red alert" started to sound and that only meant one thing.

- Hello, sweetheart – Molly grimaced at her mother's voice and then mimed Q an apology and locked herself in the bedroom

- Why do I have your Quartermaster in my flat, Margaret?

- I called to ask you the same, he should be here with Bond.

- Yeah, about that I'm not going with you so don't send the babysitter again

- You didn't tell me about a man in your life, I'm offended.

- You never cared for me nor my brothers /I/ am offended.

Silence filled the line as no one dare to start the talk again, just when Molly was going to press the red button and finish the call her mother talked again.

- I need him here in less than 30 minutes

- Well I don't think he might be available in less than 40 minutes

- Why?- You could almost pin point the moment when her Margaret changer her "sweet" mode into her authority mode.

- Because he's helping me and ...a friend with something.

- I thought you said that everything was fine. I can help If you ask.

- I don't need your help

-And yet you're using my employee

She hung up the phone and stormed out of her room bumping with Q

-Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I was going to knock on the door to ask you for a second glass I'm so sorry

- No, don't worry- She laughed and rubbed her arm – It's fine really.

- Did I hurt you? - He looked like If he had just crushed a dog with a car, the guilty and the pity could be seen clearly in his features.

-No, no, really.

Both smiled and walked to the living room, his request forgotten for both parts.

- You're not going to tell me how did you know about MI6, are you? - He asked resigned

- Sorry. I can't I made a pinky promise.

He looked at her and laughed, and she couldn't help but do the same. 20 minutes went by and Q found nthing which was putting him in an awful mood, he was a genius but he couldn't find his cousin, but then again his cousin was a genius too.

- Okay, I have to go. The morgue calls, but If you have any information as stupid or plain as it might appear text me or call me, my number it's written in a paper on the table.

He nodded still mad at himself for being unable to find his cousin

- Pinky promise?

Oddly enough he extended his finger smiling and waiting for hers. Happy with her achievement of changing slightly the mood of the dark haired she headed out.

Molly was in the Lab running some tests when her phone started to buzz, she left everything and answered

- Q, What happened? Oh my god I sounded like my mother.

-Sherlock's in Scotland

-I'm going back home.

Q hung up and she told Mike that she wasn't feeling well, he told her that she should go and rest, they wouldn't need those tests for a week or so.

Molly entered in her home and was greeted by a cat running between her ankles and a man smiling with a laptop.

- Where is he? - She asked as she close the door behind her

- 2 blocks away

- Was he kidnapped? Is he hurt?

-No, he was just being a dick and scaring us for pleasure- he laughed in the end of the sentence.

- That sounds like him.

She asked if he wanted coffee or tea and he said that tea was a more suitable infusion. Both seated on the couch waiting for Sherlock, both smiling with a nice cuppa in hand. She told him he was a genius for finding Sherlock when he didn't want to be found, he blushed and then started to tell her funny stories of their childhood for no apparent reason before he could finish the fifth story the front door opened and Sherlock entered. He walked in, looked at both of them and frowned.

- She's not interested in you that way- Sherlock stated nonchalantly

- Excuse me?- asked Molly frowning

- Oh for goodness sake, what has he done today? Have you seen how much time did he take to find me? Did he stutter? Blushed maybe? You're so blind, Molly- He started to step towards the kitchen, for the first time in two days he wanted to eat something when Molly got up and raised her voice a little to catch his attention

- In that case I'm not the only one who's blind when it comes to feelings

Sherlock was not expecting this, he didn't expect Molly to talk back at him like this

- You scared us, where were you? Mycroft freaked out, even If he didn't admit it, I freaked out. What If someone recognised you?

- No one recognised me, Molly. And you shouldn't worry, you're just providing me with a place to stay no need to play mother, that's pretty much what Mycroft does.

Molly was hurt, his words echoing in her mind, she was going to reply when Q surprised them by getting up and barking at his cousin

- She's your friend, Sherlock. I don't know why, but apparently you have plenty of those, even If you manipulate and hurt them.

He knew that his words were a low punch specially the part about hurt, he didn't know much about his relationship with Molly, but he knew about his relationship with John and Q know how hurt John was by hi cousin's death.

- I DON'T WANT FRIENDS, I DON'T NEED FRIENDS.

Molly gasped and threw one her to her mouth, and when Sherlock saw her, he saw the same look that she gave him a few weeks ago and then again he felt the same guilt, how expressive those brown eyes were, was killing him.

- Molly I -

- No, Sherlock Holmes- She was surprised by the words that left her mouth but carried on- What were you going to say? That you're sorry? You think that, that stupid word will work every time? Well, no. It doesn't work- She was holding back tears – I-I had enough, I won't lie to you I won't say that I hate you because I don't. I care about you and that's the only reason why I'm not throwing you out on the streets- He hands were curled in fits next to her body and she kept talking- I can't believe how mean you're with me, I've never done something bad to you. I'm sorry that I like you Sherlock but you don't have to act like this- And that's when she stopped, realizing that she just admitted her feelings out load, well at least she didn't say that she loved him.

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