Hello my fabulous readers! I am back. School is now over for me sooo, more time to write fanfics yayay! Sorry for the delay, but I had to write many essays for my finals. This takes place during Chapter 19 of the Adventure in Texting. John got appendicitis and is in the hospital. Sherlock was there for a moment, but got bored and went back to the flat. Since I have not said this in a while, I do not own anything unfortunately. Well let's get to this!
Molly is underlined and Sherlock is bold
So I heard you talked to my brother and broke his umbrella. –SH
Yes I did, Lockie.
That is not funny. Please do not call me that.
It is a little funny, but I guess that nickname is only for John.
That nickname is for no one. What did my brother say to upset you?
He knows about us and he told me to stay away from you. He then threatened to move me to another hospital, so I would not be able to see you. Then I broke his umbrella.
He deserved that. I will have to talk to him, but at this moment I would like for you to come to the flat.
I will be there soon.
Molly was already on her way to the flat. Not since the night Sherlock stayed over had Molly seen Sherlock. He had cases. She had work. Molly was not too worried about not seeing Sherlock every day. She was not that type of girlfriend, but she did miss him. She made her way to the flat and found her consulting detective sitting in his chair.
"You are here sooner than I expected. You were going to surprise me with a visit," Sherlock smiled as he kept seated. Molly walked towards him unsure why he had not gotten up.
"I was going to surprise you, but I am glad you suggested that I come over," Molly said as she stood in front of him.
"Are you just going to stare at me, Dr. Hooper, or will you sit with me?" Sherlock asked as he took Molly's hand. Molly took his invitation as she sat down on his lap. She had her legs over right arm of the chair and she rested her head on Sherlock's shoulder.
"I guess you missed me," Molly said softly as Sherlock's blue-green eyes looked into hers.
"Obviously," Sherlock whispered as he leaned in kissed her softly. It did not last long to Molly's disappointment as Sherlock was more inclined to talk.
"I am very proud of you for breaking Mycroft's umbrella. I only wish I was there to witness it. I do have the footage from John," Sherlock smiled briefly.
"Your brother just cares for you. You know that is why he said those things," Molly blushed.
"He just wants to control me like he tried when we were children," Sherlock confessed as Molly never heard Sherlock ever talk about his childhood.
"Mycroft has a weird way of showing that he cares, I guess," Molly responded as she held on to Sherlock's hand.
"Caring is not an advantage. That is what Mycroft reiterates to me, so he does not care about me or anything except his umbrella which you broke."
"I think he does care," Molly repeated as Sherlock just scoffed.
"I do not want to fight over this trivial subject, so I suggest we just snog," Sherlock suggested as he knew Molly wanted to keep talking, but her desire to kiss him was far greater. Molly glared at him for being clever as Sherlock just smiled. Tired of Molly's glare, Sherlock kissed her as Molly forgot everything.