Dedicated to Mighty Sword. Thanks for the beautiful prompts.

It was a cold, icy day when Toby had died. It was a cold day that started at about 6:35 that morning. Molly Hooper was lying in bed, trying to regain some warmth. She had a night shift at the morgue and had only gotten home an hour ago. After watching some Glee and eating some dinner, Molly rolled into bed and tried to get some sleep. The winter chill bit at her nose and she wrapped another blanket over her body.

Toby had meowed goodbye as he rushed out the door when she arrived home, to her disappointment. She knew she was going to be sleeping alone that night and had hoped that she would have company with her.

At 6:35, Molly heard the distinctive click of the front door being unlocked. There were footsteps around her flat before her bedroom door creaked open bit by bit.

"Good morning. I didn't expect to see you here," she stuttered out, the cold affecting her.

"Why isn't the heater on?" Sherlock asked while taking his shoes off.

"Broken. I'm getting someone in today to look at it for me," she responded before folding the blankets over on the side, inviting Sherlock to join her.

The man took no hesitation of closing the door and taking his coat and jacket off. He left the jacket by his shoes and crept over to Molly. He draped the coat over her and pulled the blankets back over her and over him.

"It's freezing," he grumbled, wrapping an arm over her waist.

"Mmm." There was silence between the duo as their body heat warmed the sheets and blankets up. Molly broke it after a few moments. "How long are you staying? It's already really early."

"A few hours, I think. I can't have you freezing to death here." He kissed her nose and smiled down at her, an apology in his eyes. "John's asleep but I think he's got work. When I go back, I'll see. If he's out, I'll come back." Molly closed her eyes and nodded while wrapping an arm around Sherlock. "I'm honestly sorry. I wish I didn't keep doing this to you."

"Then don't," Molly breathed out, her heart rating slowing down and her breathing rate reducing as she began to slip away into sleep.

"I'll figure something out, Molly. I promise." Sherlock kissed her head and began to think about what he was going to do to fix this situation.

~oOo~

At 9:00 on the dot, Sherlock slid out of Molly's arms and put on his shoes, jacket and coat before sneaking out of her flat. He stood in front of the gutter and waited for his cab to arrive.

After several minutes, it arrived to Sherlock's dismay. He had hoped the cab wouldn't come and that he could return to Molly's bed.

"Baker Street," he said as he climbed in, his heart dropping as he realised he wouldn't be seeing Molly again today.

The cabbie began to drive off with a small nod.

THUD!

A screech preceded it and Sherlock jumped out of the cab to see what had happened. Lying by the tyre was a cat, howling in pain.

The woman who had been sleeping upstairs had heard the yell of her baby and grabbed her keys before taking the steps two at a time and running down to find what had happened. She began to cry as she saw Sherlock crouched by a cab, examining the source of the screams.

"Toby?" she called out and Sherlock turned around.

For the second time since she had seen him, his eyes filled with apology, not wanting to see the look on her face as he realised what had happened. Molly ran towards them and felt tears run down her face as she saw what was happening.

"We have to take him to the vet," Sherlock told her.

~oOo~

The cabbie was kind enough to drive them to the vet free of charge. Sherlock made a call on the way, informing them of what had happened and making the first appointment possible.

When they had arrived, Sherlock and Molly were told to sit down and Toby was taken away for some pain killers.

Molly stared at the ground, tears forming in her eyes. Sherlock sat watching her, his lips dropping a fraction and his eyebrows furrowed. Sadness was etched in his face as he thought about what she was going through.

"He was a good pet, always catching creatures in your house and being there for you," Sherlock said after a few minutes of silence.

After a few more minutes, Molly broke the silence. "I don't want to go in, Sherlock. I don't want to find out what's going to happen."

"Totally understandable, Molly."

"Can you go in for me? Please?"

Sherlock looked at her rather startled. Him? He didn't even like the cat!

"Of course. I'll come out and let you know what the vet says."

~oOo~

"I'm afraid he's going to have to be put down. If we don't, he'll be in even more pain. He has internal bleeding as is and will have to go into surgery. He probably wouldn't make it through that," the woman told Sherlock.

He nodded and looked at the ground. "Can we say goodbye to him first?" he asked.

~oOo~

Sherlock and Molly stood by the makeshift grave site just behind 221B Baker Street. The looked down at where the body wrapped in a towel lay. After a few minutes of the couple staring into the void that was encasing Toby, Sherlock began to bury the little thing.

Of course, Molly didn't want to return home that day. She didn't feel comfortable being there when Toby was pretty much killed outside her home. Besides, her heating was broken. Molly crawled into Sherlock's bed and cried into his chest. It wasn't even 12 o'clock and Molly was having one of the worst days in her entire life.

John had walked in on them as Molly was crying and Sherlock comforted her. That was the day that he learnt about Sherlock's relationship with her and that perhaps Sherlock really wasn't just a cold robot on the inside.

A/N: hey guys!

I posted this today because I thought I should post something after I promised to on Friday. I'm currently editing the 30 day challenge and improving that.

Quick message to echoesinthenight: I used to be a huge fan of Glee but after they kept going to New York, I got a little bored and decided to stop watching. I haven't been overly interested in it except for Sue but on Molly's website, she mentions watching it with Jim and that he loved it. I keep referring to it because of that. No bias, I swear, just sticking to canon ;)

Righty-o. I don't think I'll be writing anymore this weekend (unless you count my psychology assignment that will have my teacher questioning what he teaches us) and I won't be on until Wednesday, i think (because i have to do an oral for English about Africa).

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to watch White Girls.

Thank you for reading, I really appreciate it!

TL;DR: I have to do school. Very short hiatus.

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