Author's Note:

I was super busy again. I wrote this real quick (so no whip case sorry) but then I might not update again for some time. I've got mid-terms. But you know if I get a bunch of reviews I'll gladly stop studying for a few hours to write the next part (which is filled with angst!).

But if I do take a while to come back I sort of got another plot bunny so it's not that I'm stuck or anything.

For this chapter I stole a tiny phrase from Doctor Who that I absolutely adore. I ship 11/River so bad it hurts. The wrist thing last episode was just so adorable! I might write a oneshot or something for that episode when I start to crave the next half of the season.

"What are you doing?" Sherlock asked.

Molly raised an eyebrow. Usually that was her line.

"Throwing away Toby's litter box. I don't think he's coming back. He ran away, porobably died. He was always so good at coming back. I should... move on."

"That has never been one of your best ideas." He smirked.

Molly gave him a glare that would have stopped anybody else dead, but Sherlock ignored it.

"Are you sure he ran away?"

"Sherlock. He's. Not. Here." A tear slipped down her eye.

"Yes, that was perfectly clear."

"So if he's not here, he's outside, and if he hasn't come back, it means he ran away or he didn't come back because something happened to him and he's dead."

"That seems like a perfectly logical sequence of events, but it isn't."

"Look if you're just going to insult me-"

"I am merely correcting the errors in your logic. If he's not here that does not necessarily mean he's outside. If he's outside and hasn't come back it doesn't necessarily mean he ran away or even that he's dead. I had hoped to tell you when I was sure of the state he was in and whether he was going to survive, but your emotional state suggests that would be unwise." Sherlock stood up and walked over to her. "I found him gravely injured this morning on the side of the road. I've taken him to a veterinarian and they're doing all they can to save him. I did not wish to worry you, but we would have had to get a new litter box if he survived."

Molly opened her mouth but it wouldn't say anything. She stood there like a gaping fish for what seemed like ages until at last she moved forwards. She stroked his face with her fingertips as if he were some bizarre creature from another world. Sherlock shivered at the soft touch.

She smiled, a wide delighted smile and laughed in relief, and it was the most beautiful thing he'd ever heard. Not even his violin could compare. It produced feelings within him that he hardly knew. Getting joy from making someone else happy. That wasn't his area. He'd thought it a myth, but now with firsthand evidence to the contrary. He wanted to write it all down! Explain every little reaction to her!

But Molly didn't give him the chance.

"You impossible, impossible man." And suddenly she had jumped into his arms.

Sherlock staggered back than wrapped his arms around her in support so they wouldn't fall. Nobody had jumped him ever, well, at least not like this. He hadn't expected this.

Earlier Molly had fallen asleep against him as he told her about his cases. When he noticed he stayed there on the couch, just observing her. He took note of her shallow breathing and her decreased pulse and then his mind strayed as he smelled that scent that was uniquely Molly. She hadn't showered and the smell of the morgue as well as her shampoo had warn off. Sherlock thought she would smell worse, but he liked her natural smell. It was soft and indescribably amazing. He ran his fingers through her her and smelled it. So good. He cupped her sleeping face gently and stared at her forehead with a puzzled expression before leaning down and giving it a chaste kiss. And then he got off the couch and gently laid her down. She made an unintelligible sound than settled into the cushions. He'd opened up his notebook and gotten to work until she woke up again and went to make tea and throw out the litter box. He had not expected to resume their experiment until later. He still had things from his last experiment to write down.

But the smell of Molly, the heat of her body wrapped around him. Sherlock hugged her tighter to him and pressed his head into the crook of her neck. He felt so safe for some reason. So very calm and safe.

Molly let go a bit and slipped back down to rest her feet on the floor. "Thank You." She leaned back to look at him with the intention of giving him a chaste kiss.

"Sherlock, you're crying."

Continued Author's Note:

Do pet emergency hospitals exist? Well if they do than Sherlock took Toby there, if not than... I'm assuming you just go to the veterinarian.

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243TypesOfTobaccoAsh:

I love love love the idea of virgin Sherlock. I don't care much about virginity and don't think it should be that important. But! there is something about the first good time (because he isn't a real complete virgin) that's so interesting. Writing it is really really fun.

If I explore BDSM I have a similar view to yours. I think Sherlock and Molly will like to switch roles occasionally and also they will only do it sometimes to spice things up. I think Molly just made him shut up because that's something she feels is even more personal and embarrassing than usual.

Glad the dialogue wasn't confusing and...

Glad you everyone enjoyed the henleys. Nobody did know what they were called. I think it's the only piece of clothing that has a weird name that I know because I saw them and I instantly was like: "I needs Dexter Kill Shirt." and then Thinkgeek .com just goes and make one. Don't think it's available anymore though.