Hello everyone! I hope all of you had a wonderful holiday! I did and enjoyed the time with my family and friends! I hope Santa was good to everyone.
Here's the next installment of this little ficlet! Hope you all enjoy. There will be one or two more chapters after this. Thanks for your support and encouragement!
John stared out the window oblivious to Sherlock's furious pacing back and forth in their shared flat. The good doctor was enjoying himself watching the snow fall and the smells of Christmas that accompanied the afternoon winds.
"Well damn you?" Sherlock's voice broke through John's reverie.
"Well what?" He asked uninterestedly.
"What about Molly?" Sherlock demanded.
"What about her?" John responded in a bored tone. "I have already rang her flat and she didn't answer. I don't know what else you expect me to do." He turned to regard his friend. "Besides, in case you have forgotten you made a royal ass of yourself last night. I doubt she's going to want to talk about it, even with me. Perhaps you should give her a bit to calm down."
"I can't give her a bit to calm down! She's leaving to go God knows where with that insufferable git tonight and the party is tomorrow evening in case you have forgotten."
"How could I forget? It was my idea to have one." John said smiling moving away from the window to make himself comfortable in his favorite arm chair. He leaned over to grab the daily news when Sherlock snatched it from his reach.
"You're enjoying this aren't you? Sherlock accused.
John sat back and smiled. "Why yes. As a matter of fact, I am. Now, hand me the paper will you?"
"No I will not bloody well hand you the paper! What are you going to do about all of this?"
John's patience began to wane. "Sherlock I have already told you that I have no idea where she is. Mycroft said he would call us when he found out anything more."
Sherlock sniffed and plopped down on the couch. "This is all Mycroft's fault!"
"No, this is all your fault. If you had treated her with the least bit of decency over the years and would stop being such a bloody coward and tell her how you feel, she would probably be sitting in your lap right now snogging you which of course would nauseate me, so thank you Sherlock for being not only an ass, but a coward as well."
"I never complain about you snogging Sarah do I?" Sherlock asked. His face suddenly contorted into an evil grin. "And I never complain when I hear her in your bedroom do I?" Sherlock's grinned widened as he threw his voice up an octave higher. "Oh John…Oh God…don't stop….Oh John…JOHHHHHNNNNN!"
John's eyes narrowed and before Sherlock could protect himself, John had jumped on top of him. "You shut it!" John yelled wrestling with Sherlock.
Sherlock laughed evilly and continued his teasing, his voice still ridiculously high. "Oh John…please…don't stop…don't stop…"
Sherlock managed to elbow John in the gut. John rolled off Sherlock and onto the floor, taking Sherlock with him.
"Please John…there…Oh God yesssss….there…that's it….harder….faster…Oh…Oh…" Sherlock said between giggles as he now had the upper hand.
Unfortunately for him, John was furiously shy and protective of Sarah and he was not going to let Sherlock continue teasing about her in such a vulgar way.
John wrapped his legs around Sherlock and locked his ankles tightly before rolling and knocking Sherlock off him and underneath him.
"Ooof…" Sherlock sputtered as he hit the floor hard. John straddled him and wound his fingers tightly in Sherlock's hair.
"Are you going to shut it or am I going to have to tear the mop of curls from your head by the roots?" John snapped.
Sherlock, not one to be outdone narrowed his eyes and gritted his teeth against the pain of John's pulling. He grabbed John's wrist and tried to pry his hands away as he continued his teasing. "Oh…John…don't stop….it feels so good…oh yes….Yes….YESSSSS…."
John growled and pulled Sherlock's hair so tightly that Sherlock cried out. "Alright! I'll stop!"
John didn't look convinced as he glowered down at Sherlock. "You yield?"
Sherlock nodded and gritted his teeth when his hair pulled in John's hands. "Yes! I'll shut it!"
John smiled and let go of Sherlock. As he started to stand, Sherlock couldn't help himself. He kicked John's legs out from under him and he hit the floor hard. Sherlock stood and smirked triumphantly down at his friend.
"Are the both of you quite finished?" Came the bored voice of Mycroft Holmes as he stood in the doorway beside a rather cross looking Mrs. Hudson.
"Really Sherlock!" Mrs. Hudson fussed. "You could've broken my grandmother's table. I don't let you borrow my things for you to be careless with them." She made her way over to John and began to fuss over him. "And you could've hurt John. You should be ashamed of yourself! What about his war injury."
"That was psychosomatic Mrs. Hudson; there is nothing wrong with his leg." Sherlock fumed.
"Oh be quiet! What do you know about it Sherlock Holmes?" Mrs. Hudson admonished him. "Come on John. I'll fix you a nice cup of tea."
"Mrs. Hudson, really I am fine. My leg is fine. I've been without my cane for a few years now, haven't you noticed?"
"Well falling on the floor isn't going to help it now is it?" She said ignoring John as she pushed him gently toward the couch. John gave in and let her when he saw she was not going to stop her fussing over him. "There now. I'll go get you a cup of tea and a few biscuits." She turned to look at Sherlock and glared at him. "Shame on you!"
"I'll have a few biscuits too Mrs. Hudson." Sherlock said ignoring her glare.
"Well you can bloody well get them yourself!" She retorted and turned leaving the three men alone on the flat.
Sherlock sat down beside John with a sullen expression. Mycroft sighed. "Must you pout Sherlock? It really is disturbing for a man of your age."
Mycroft ignored the look his brother gave him and sat down across from the both of them. "Now, onto the business at hand." Mycroft looked pointedly at John. "I managed to get the flight that they were to take cancelled; however it would seem Mr. Wilkes is a rather resourceful man himself. It didn't even perturb him. He has already booked a hotel room in London for the weekend…a rather nice one I might add known for its…shall we say night life and bedroom activities. He is actually picking Dr. Hooper up as we speak. He is taking her to a very nice dinner before…"
"Where is the restaurant?" Sherlock asked.
Mycroft snorted. "As if I'd tell you." He looked back at John ignoring his brother again. "As I was saying. Once they finished their dinner, he is taking her to the hotel where they will check in for the weekend. I have it on good authority that there will be quite the festivities going on at the hotel, several parties and such. It is the perfect setting for you to steal Dr. Hooper away John."
"Where is the hotel?" Sherlock demanded.
Mycroft glanced at him before looking back to John. "If you can be ready in a few moments John, we can ride there together."
John opened his mouth to respond but Sherlock cut him off. "Now wait just a minute Mycroft!" Sherlock jumped to his feet. "I will not be ignored!"
Mycroft sat back and crossed his leg over his knee. "Sherlock really…"
"Don't you Sherlock really me!" Sherlock snapped. "You will not exclude me from this!"
"Sherlock do you want Molly?" Mycroft asked him pointedly.
Sherlock felt himself color and swallowed hard. "I…well…I…"
Mycroft sighed. "Sherlock am I speaking in the language of Mordor? It should be a simple enough question."
Sherlock opened his mouth, but shut it quickly looking at his brother quizzically. "What?"
Mycroft grinned sheepishly. "Sorry about that. I just finished watching the Return of the King…the third installment of the Lord of the Rings trilogy. I do love that Gandalf."
John cleared his throat. "Could we stay on point?"
Mycroft blinked. "Oh yes…yes of course." He looked at Sherlock. "Well? Do you want Molly for your own or not?"
"You know I do." Sherlock said as his ears burned bright red.
"Then you will agree that the best course of action would be to exclude you." Mycroft said. "Now John, I'll be in the car waiting for you."
Mycroft stood, turned on his heels and left without another word to Sherlock.
"Who in the hell does he think he is? Ordering me about! I will not stay out of it! I am the genius here!"
John smiled sympathetically. "Well Sherlock…maybe Mycroft is right about this. You are a bit over emotional when it comes to Molly and we certainly don't want another disaster like last night."
"Are you saying that I can't control myself?" Sherlock asked.
"Yes that is exactly what I am saying and while I'm at it, I'll add it's impossible for you to act like an actual adult about this, so you should just stay out of it and stay at home."
"Fine!" Sherlock snapped through gritted teeth.
"What?" John asked surprised. "Really? You're actually going to stay out of it?"
Sherlock sat down and stretched his legs out over Mrs. Hudson's grandmother's antique coffee table. "Yes I'll stay out of it." He bit out.
John smiled. "I'm proud of you Sherlock. It's rather…mature of you."
"You weren't kidding when you said there would be a lot of festivities happening here tonight." John remarked as he and Mycroft tried unsuccessfully to move about the enormous banquet hall without bumping into people.
Mycroft didn't respond as he continued to scour the large room looking for the lady of the hour. "Ah! There is Dr. Hooper now on the arm of our dear Mr. Wilkes. And how convenient of him to leave her to go and retrieve her a drink. Perhaps now is the most opportune time for you to speak with her about Sherlock."
"I don't even see her! And by the time I made it over to her, he'll probably be back and…"
"Nonsense John!" Mycroft cut him off shoving him forward. "And she's over to the left, straight in front of you. Just make your way forward and you'll run right into her."
"Look Mycroft, she's going to want to know how I knew where she was and …"
"No time to talk about it John. You had better go now." Mycroft said pushing John harder and further into the crowd. He watched as John made his way slowly through the sea of people in their formal attire. Suddenly he felt a small presence beside him. Without even bothering to look he spoke. "Is my brother here?"
"Of course he is." Anthea said pulling her mobile higher in front of her face to keep it from being knocked from her hand as she texted away. "And Sebastian?"
"Is taken care of." Anthea replied.
Mycroft looked down and smiled. "What would I do without you?" He placed a kiss on top of her head.
"Perhaps you would like to show me exactly what I mean to you tonight." She replied not looking at him.
"You booked our old room?" He said his grin turning mischievous.
She looked up at him. "Of course." She said reaching out to grasp him by the back of the neck and pull him into a chaste kiss.
"Tease." He muttered against her lips as she pulled away. "I might have to put you over my knee Anthea."
She bit her lip. "Now who is the tease Mr. Holmes?"
Molly struggled against John's hold on her wrist as he tugged her along behind him and out into the hallway of the hotel. "What in the bloody hell is this John?"
"Please Molly, if you will just give me a moment I'll explain everything and …" John's words stopped as his face took on an alarmed expression. "Oh no! Sherlock…no…no! This is bad! Very bad!"
John started to pull Molly towards the door which would lead back into the banquet hall, but before he could get her safely inside, Sherlock appeared behind her and as she turned to look at what John was staring at, she felt herself being whisked up and over Sherlock's shoulder.
"Sherlock what in the bloody hell are you doing?" John shouted incredulously as he watched Sherlock sprint back down the hallway with Molly.
"Sherlock Holmes you put me down this instant!" Molly screamed beating at his back. "Who in the hell do you think you are?" She screamed. "John do something!"
"Sherlock!" John yelled sprinting after them but before he could reach them, Sherlock entered the elevator with her. He turned and smirked at his approaching friend.
"Sherlock you said you'd stay out of this!" John yelled closing in on them. Instead of Sherlock answering John watched the elevator doors close and his friend's amused and arrogant smirk disappear behind the door. John watched as the lights lit up on the elevator panel and he could hear Molly screaming indigently at Sherlock as the elevator climbed.
Dum dum dum dum...Sherlock just couldn't stay out of it could he? Ah well...
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