Here we go...more shenanigans.

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The Hole In The Wall

London was experiencing a power cut, that was why Sherlock was letting himself into Molly's flat (this time.) After the electric went out he had sat in his darkened kitchen convincing himself that Molly could be in danger. Mrs. Hudson was visiting her sister in Leeds so it's not like he was abandoning her, just their building.

Power cuts bring out the worst in people, riots, looting, gang wars! Anything could happen and poor, delusional Molly thinks she can handle herself... I have to save her! He thought.

Molly was sleeping soundly, dreaming that she and Alan Rickman were having tea on a train and he was telling her about the time he had fought a sea beast on a distinct plant. What? It's his voice! She's always had a weakness for men with interesting voices... hence the longstanding Sherlock crush. Anyway, she was pleasantly dreaming when she heard a loud crash in her sitting room. She sat up trying to orientate herself, was that the dream or was there someone there? Sherlock was out of town on a case (wel,l he was suppose to be, but had finished early and of course she didn't know this.) Great, not only did she get woken out of one of her favorite dreams but she was being robbed, she tried to turn on her bedside light. When it didn't come on she looked out her window and realized the street lights weren't on... power cut! The perfect time for a break-in. She grabbed for her phone only to see that it was completely dead. She felt under her bed and grabbed her dad's old cricket bat. Summoning up all the courage she had she walked out of her bedroom.

There was indeed someone in her flat, they were making their way from the sitting room to the kitchen, she could see their torch light and barely made out the figure of a person a few feet from her, that's when she swung the bat with all her might. At that moment Sherlock saw her from the corner of his eye and dodged the bat (barely.)

It got lodged in the wall.

"Molly, it's me!" Sherlock yelled.

"Are you kidding me?" She yelled back.

"I'm impressed Molly, if you'd connected I'd be out cold. I may have underestimated your defensive abilities."

"What are you doing breaking into my flat during a power outage? Is it your goal in life to cut mine short?" She asked slowly catching her breath.

Even though she couldn't see his face, Sherlock looked totally abashed. He had come there to protect her and again she was accusing him of trying to scare her, of course it was a frightening set of circumstances, he could understand that at least.

"If you must know, I was worried about you. All kinds of undesirables come out when there is an electrical shortage"

"You mean like overprotective consulting detectives? I get those all the time."

"I'm not overprotective." Sherlock huffed. "Don't you have any candles?"

"Ya, bring that torch into the bedroom. And what else would you call trekking all the way over here in the middle of the night?"

"A casual concern."

"Impossible." Molly mumbled.

"What was that?" He asked.

"Ah, here we go." Molly held up a candle, Sherlock pulled out a lighter and lit it.

"You just happened to have a lighter in your pocket?"

"You never know when you might need to light something." He said as he lit another candle.

"Like a cigarette perhaps?" Molly scolded while they made their way back to the sitting room.

"I'm a grown man Molly if I want to smoke a cigarette every once in a while I can, now who's being overprotective?"

"Ow" Molly said as she bashed her shin into her coffee table.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes... I'm fine I just kicked the table." Sherlock reached out for her and she jerked away.

"You are very agitated tonight Molly."

"I don't appreciate being woke up at 1:30 in the morning, besides I was having a lovely dream." She said and Sherlock smiled. "It wasn't about you." She deadpanned.

"Hey, that's my trick." Sherlock was completely taken aback by Molly's deduction.

"I thought you said it wasn't a trick." She laughed.

They settled on her sofa.

"What did you break, I heard a crash?"

"Oh, I tripped on Tobias and knocked off that ghastly lamp Tom got you for your six month anniversary. Good riddance."

"How did you know... Oh never mind. I actually liked that lamp. Although I'd prefer not to have Tom reminders hanging around. Maybe you did me a favor. Sherlock, I'm exhausted, are you staying?" She said with an aggravated sigh.

"Umm, I suppose." Still feeling a little disgruntled that Molly didn't apparently appreciate his coming to her rescue. Every time I try to do something kind for her, it seems to make her mad... I can't win, she's not the same Molly Hooper of three years ago.

"Fine, take my bed. I'll sleep here... as usual." She said under her breath.

"Molly, you've been mumbling a lot tonight. Is there something you'd like to say to me?" He said as he was getting off the sofa with one of the candles.

"Of course not Sherlock, and if there was you'd just deduce it anyway."

Sherlock started down the hall.

Molly mumbled once again, "Could invite me to sleep with you... is my bed you know."

Sherlock stopped and turned around, Molly hadn't noticed because she had turned her back to the room and covered up with the throw from the back of the sofa. He was standing next to the cricket bat hanging in the wall. "She's never getting that deposit back." He mumbled as he made his way to her bedroom.

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