A/N: I found this saying while doing a project. I almost forgot about it until I started thinking about names for chapters for this story and just thought that maybe this would work as a chapter. :) This is about their sophomore or junior year. I have replies to your reviews

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It was December. Cold, snowing, and sadly… alone. I was alone. Under the street lamp, I patiently waited for a bus to come. I knew that there were late buses, but this was taking awhile. No one was going through London's normally busy streets. Sighing, I started walking away, someone caught my wrist, covered my mouth, and brought me into a dark alley. I bit down hard on my captor's cold hand.

"Ah!" He gasped, as he took his hand away.

"Who are you and why do you want me?" I demanded.

He turned me so that I was facing him.

"What do you want?" I asked, trying to keep my voice calm.

He raised his hand close to my face. I took a deep breath and tried to punch him in the gut. He caught my hand before I made contact.

"Didn't you know that you aren't suppose to attack your host?" A familiar voice asked.

"Sherlock!" I wrapped my arms around his neck.

"I've missed you, my angel," he whispered into my ear, "Why did you have to go away so long?"

"I missed you, too. I had to visit my grandmother."

"The one on you mum's side?" He asked, pulling me away.

"Yep," I answered.

"I liked her. She reminds me of what a mother should really be like," he said, taking my hand and started leading me away from the way we came.

"Uh… Sherlock?"

"Hmm?"

"Is home that way?" I pointed to the entrance to the alley.

"One way, yes, but I thought that we will take a different way tonight. So, how's she?" he asked, starting to climb up a ladder on the side of a building.

"Well… she's been better. The doctors say that she could be out in a few months," I answered, following his lead.

When Sherlock got up there, he pulled out his phone and started calling someone. I didn't want to interrupt, but I wanted to know who he was calling. The person answered shortly after and Sherlock spoke to them in hushed tones, occasionally tossing a glance at me. As the conversation drew to an end, he was smiling about something.

"You don't have to worry about your grandmother," he beamed, "She will be in the best care and the financial part has been taken care of."

"Wha-what do you mean?" I wasn't understanding what he was saying.

He walked over, put his hands at the small of my back and gave me a quick peck on the lips. "Merry Christmas, Molly."

I didn't stop the smile from coming across my face as realization dawned on me what Sherlock did for my family. "Oh my gosh," tears of happiness and relief blurred my vision, "How can I ever repay you?"

"Stay with me."

A/N: Okay, Molly said "I" in her last question because she was there to watch it happen. I thought that I should explain that. Virtual hugs to all of you! :D