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Snarkland78: I'm glad you like it thus far! More has come, the wait is over! ^^ Your icon made my laugh btw, lol

Alexandria Keating: That chapter was honestly one of the hardest I've ever written, I'm glad you think I pulled it off! 'J

Guest: I loved the idea of Mouse!John. Rest assured I was tempted to make him a hedgehog! LOL! But that comes later in the story. ^*^

Arty Diane: Yeah, I feel bad about putting her through so much. But don't worry things will look up for her!

Freewaygirl: I want to honestly kill Jimmy right now, but he's too important to the story…and he's dang hot…so yeah I have to keep him. Punching comes later though. *Hint Hint*

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Also, I'm sorry about the delay school is a pain and I got sick with spring fever… how the heck did that happen? Ugh. But my 16th birthday is tomorrow and I would love love love love LOVE some reviews as presents. 030 please… Anyhoo, on with the story!

Molly dreamed. She dreamed of a man standing over with dark, brooding eyes. Dark curls brushed against his curls and his frosted green eyes bore into her hazel globes with interest. Who are you? She wanted to ask but no sound exited her lips. The dark angel reached out a slender hand as if to brush his fingers against her cheek but paused midway.

"Molly" The word brushed against her ears in a deep whisper, her eyes napped open and Molly sat up. Light flooded threw the bay windows of her room and Molly found herself completely alone. Running her hand through her hair Molly was surprised to find her satin robe wrapped around her. Rubbing the soft material between her forefinger and thumb she whispered, "Strange, I don't remember dressing…" she frowned in confusion, not able to recall the happenings of the previous night. What did return to her mind brought bile and bitterness to her mouth and she grimaced.

A sharp rapping sounded at her door and Molly snapped out of her reverie.

"Please give me a moment!" She called. Tightening the robe's sash around her waist, Molly walked to the door and opened it to reveal a startling site. The man from Molly's dream gave Molly a look of insignificance and irrelevance, his eyes were dark with contempt as he stalked passed her and into the bedroom.

"May I help you?" Molly asked, slightly startled by his sudden appearance and bustling manner.

"I'm here," he said without even glancing Molly's way he began to place clothes from the wardrobe onto the bed, "for Lord Moriarty. I'm his footman, remember? If I remember correctly you were present when I introduced myself." The man, Sherlock-Molly remembered his name, said without much emotion.

"Well I'm not sure if you remember but I happen to be second in command here and I don't appreciate your attitude. Jim is my husband," she said sardonically, "and I'm not quite sure where he is, he hasn't returned since very early this morning."

Sherlock nodded, "I see." He was quiet for a moment. "I don't know what to do." He admitted to Molly who softened slightly at his lost tone of voice.

"Maybe you can actually help me get ready for the day?" She offered kindly. Sherlock looked at her before nodding briefly.

"Very well." He agreed. Molly, not quite sure how to deal with a footman either, had Sherlock pick out her clothes for the day and draw her bath. When he was done with that she asked him to sit to the side in one of her favorite chairs while she bathed.

Molly sat in her tub, not a few hours after she had been in the same place before, and soaked in the frothy bubbles that enveloped her. She counted the corners of every tile that covered the bathroom ceiling and then moved on to count the cracks, her mind still processing the mysterious Sherlock Holmes.

Carefully stepping out of the tub Molly wrapped her body in a large white towel and walked into the bedroom where Sherlock immediately stood up. Molly faltered, embarrassed by his presence and her vulnerability.

"Erm, if you could turn around for a moment I'll get dressed in my… my underwear and you can help me with the corset and dress." It was almost a question, if not a plea, but Sherlock did as he was asked without comment.

Quickly pulling the shirt slip over her head and tying the bloomers in at the waist Molly kept her eyes and the tall looming figure in front of her for fear of him turning around when she was so exposed. She didn't need two men seeing the whole kitten caboodle.

"You may turn around now, Mr. Holmes." Molly squeaked less than dignifiedly, her face flushed a deep scarlet. Sherlock turned his face impassive and bored looking as he grabbed her lace corset off the bed comforter. Taking a step toward her Sherlock's foot caught on the discarded towel and he lurched unexpectedly forward as his ankle snapped painfully sideways making Sherlock gasp in pain while his face contorted in shock.

He tried to grab onto something and regain his balance but to no avail, gravity held no mercy. Molly watched in horror as he lunged toward her where she met him half way in an attempt to catch him. Not expecting him to be so heavy she fell backwards with him in her arms as they fell and made an excruciating impact with the carpet. The wind was knocked out of Molly's chest as the floor and Sherlock's surprisingly sharp head smashed into her chest.

Sherlock groaned and dared to open his only to find it actually quite dark, moist, and not unpleasantly warm. Releasing a breath he found his air way slightly blocked but otherwise undisturbed, he dragged his head upwards slightly causing his nose to rub along the soft fabric. His ears perked when he heard a sharp intake of breath and he looked up to see two very startled brown eyes.

All his life Sherlock had been told that there were many places his sharp nose did not belong. He imagined the breasts of a woman were one of them…

End Part One

Haha, awkward Sherlock is awkward.

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