ALL TOGETHER

21 August 2015

Summary: An entire weekend with his parents, Mycroft, and Anthea is not Sherlock's idea of spending quality time with Molly.

Ship: Sherlolly, Mythea (sort of)

Rating: T

A/N: Originally posted on my freelance editing blog.

I own nothing. Everything belongs to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, BBC, Steven Moffat, and Mark Gatiss. If I owned Sherlock and Molly Hooper, then there would be a lot more Sherlolly in the show. All mistakes are mine. Reviews and constructive criticism are welcome.


Looking up from his phone, Sherlock caught Molly's glance, as she chatted with Anthea and his parents.

"We could have avoided this altogether if we had only gone to your flat that night," he whispered to her.

She glared and pursed her lips at him, making him chuckle.

"Are you bored yet? You and I could be doing something infinitely better, instead of sitting all together in the parlour, drinking tea, chatting about trivial matters, and watching my brother scoff down cakes and stare at his PA."

She elbowed him in the ribs. "Shut up," she whispered back. "Are you talking about solving cases or sex?" she asked after a moment's pause.

"I'm talking about sex after solving cases."

She gnawed on her lower lip for a few beats. "Find me a case that's at least a nine then," she said with a twinkle in her eyes and a playful smirk on her lips.

Softly chuckling, he returned his attention to his phone, even more determined now to find a case to get them out of his parents' house.


Don't worry; in this fic, Molly does like Mummy and Daddy Holmes, and they like her back.

Hate it? Like it? Love it?