Okay, people, I know most of you hate me for not having posted this for soooooo long but I never...really never had time with tenth board's studies this year…however I am presently taken over by viral fever and have found the time to write. I do hope you all like it and aren't that very angry with me that you'd like to kill me. The end of this story is coming closer and I would like to ask if you all want happy ending or something a bit more realistic? And there is a nice, nice chapter coming if you know what I mean but FYI there will no M-rated scene or chapter but there will be a treat….okay enough of my rambling…
A moment passed. Molly realized that she was clutching at his hand. Yet the slight surprise on Sherlock's face had passed it was replaced by a doubly confusing smirk. He did not have a look of someone who just came to know that his girlfriend's flat had been blasted.
'Sherlock my flat…you do realize…I could have…'she spluttered.
'It will be fine you have insurance don't you?' he asked placidly. He stood up and in a few lunges was on the other side of the room. John, come on you need to go and meet Molly to console her, we need Moriarty to believe that it is not her. And take Mary with you. The next attack is going to be Mrs. Hudson, Molly you need to take care of her. I should call Mycroft. Come one wake up people! We have something good on our hands finally. Moriarty has taken his steps and we are to take ours. Could you ask Tia to run her big article on me being alive? It's time.' He said sending them all flying in and about. He was already on the phone with Mycroft when he reached the final sentence.
'Is it?'
'It is?'
'Now?'
All three of them ejaculated simultaneously.
'Tomorrow I was thinking.' He said, giving them a blank look.
'is everything ready?' Mycroft asked from the phone. Molly could almost sense that he was working on something. Sherlock rolled his eyes.
'Mycroft, are you done being mother? We should really announce I don't want his attacks to look useless, can you get Lestrade to announce that one James Moriarty was behind all of this.'
'Sherlock, he might…retaliate. There could be a war if his name comes out. A world war!' Mycroft said loudly out of the phone.
'Well, nothing you can't handle. Get Lestrade to announce that. And the fact that who died that day with me was Rich Brook.' He said briskly. Molly came out quickly.
'Sherlock do you think this would be safe? For you Sherlock, he might try to kill you.'
'No, I am just too much fun' he said with a twinkle and ran his fingers by her face. Molly felt at ease instantly.
She wanted to go back to her the time when they had been alone. She had been thinking a lot about it. Then everything wasn't this crucial, everything could be about Sherlock and she preferred it that. Now Moriarty had come in trying to take away the light from Sherlock. She hated that he would not let Sherlock live his life the way he wanted. It had to be stopped. She would protect Sherlock and help in any way that she could in clearing his name of this. Their moment was spoiled as usual by John who asked Sherlock if he was going to go along with him.
Sherlock kissed Molly a quick bye and left Molly go tend to Mrs. Hudson. She decided it was best that the lady should go and live somewhere safe and so quickly dialed the one person she believed would never be thought of regarding this. She called Irene Adler.
'Hello?' a silky voice answered.
'Hello, uh, am I talking to miss Adler?'
'Yes, who is this? Someone with need for me, I suppose' the silky voice asked, sounding as though she was smiling.
'Um, yes, but not the way you are thinking! I am Molly, Dr. Molly Hooper, we met the other day at Sher –at 221b baker St.' she said
'Have your tasted changed from men Dr. Hooper?
'No' she said with a little indignation.
'then why are you calling me?' alder said with a little irritation. 'I am not free all the time. I have meeting very soon, I request you to fasten this up.'
She did not know why but Molly had developed some sweat on her head. Then she realized that she did not have to be scared of this formidable woman. She calmed her voice and said steadily.
'I need to ask for a favor.'
'Did anything happen to Sherlock?' the sinuous voice changed to something so human that Molly was surprised.
'No he is fine.' Before she could stop herself she blurted out. 'do you still like him?' she regretted this immediately. A silence followed. She was about to apoplogise hurriedly but Irene spoke.
'why would I not? he is with you that does not mean that I cannot have when I want.'
'Well–wait what do you mean by "have"?' Molly asked, anger rising suddenly. The silky voice was back and it laughed with mirth.
'I have to go Molly dear, but do ask me what the favor is or you might not have another chance. Quickly.'
'would you, please with cherries on top, take care of Mrs. Hudson for a few days? We–Sherlock–thought that she is not safe presently and that it would be better if she went to someplace safe. I thought of you, so will you just keep her and let her stay, as a favor to me?'
Silence.
'Alright, this a favor, so it should be returned later. I will be sending car at five. Ask her to be ready. And Molly, keep your Sherlock close, you never know who you might lose him to. ' Click. And she was gone leaving Molly deep in thought.
'And she agreed?' John asked for the fourth time now. 'Why would she agree? I never thought of her as the time who wanted to take care of the elderly.'
'She considers this an obligation, John. She will ask us to return the favor. Then we will have to do it. Can you even think what she will ask us to do?' Molly asked with a giggle.
It was late in the evening, and John had just returned from paying "her" a visit. He assured her that he had talked to the insurance people and they would have most of it ready and done. It was decided that Molly was presumably to go and live with one of her friends which the girl impersonating her would do. Mrs. Hudson had persuaded after a lot of convincing and had left with the air of someone going to battle.
'She might probably ask me and Sherlock to serve as waiters at one of her brothels.' John guessed. Molly laughed.
'I wouldn't be surprised if she asked you to strip for one of her parties either.'
'Oh, why did you take her favor Molly!' John whined.
'Perhaps I did not think that through very well.' She said with a smile. 'Not all of us are Sherlock. Speaking of, are you sure he would be fine?'
'Where did you say he was going, again?' Molly asked trying to remember.
'He had said he was going "out", nothing more, simply out, he must have probably gone to the homeless network.'
John reassured Molly that he was. Sherlock had gone on his own way and told John that he would be fine. He had gone to give people some siting of his. He had been doing so for a few days now allowing rumors that he was indeed alive. Molly had taken it upon herself to stress whenever he went out. She got very panicky and returned to her old shaking-breaking-falling nervous self.
She fidgeted with the computers putting some news somewhere or reading up new personal defense techniques in which John was training her with some expertise from Sherlock.
'How did it go with Mary?' she asked. John and Mary's relationship was one of their very common topics of discussion whenever they found Sherlock free time.
'Molly, do you think I should propose?' I am already so much in love with her and she is into me and we are…' his voice trailed and he looked at her expectantly.
'You are thinking about that? Now? Wow! I thought you'd be the one who'd take time for these things.'
'Well now that Moriarty's out on lose and he is ready to kill anyone so close to Sherlock I really want to give her something…I want to…' his voice trailed off again.
'I see…and I understand. She will be very happy…she loves you, I know that. Have told each other that you love each other?' John shook his head. 'Oh, you should have. But anyway tell her that and do propose…I think you both need that right now.'
John smiled.
'Thank you Molly. What about you and Sherlock? Any…developments?' he asked with a grin.
'I have been thinking about that for a while now you know.' Molly said with a coy smile but pursued the topic no further for Sherlock was coming in supported by Mycroft.
His expression was that of his usual boredom and severe annoyance on being dependent on Mycroft. Yet Molly could not muse over that for most of him was either bleeding or was bruised or scratched.
'Sherlock!' she gasped and leapt to him.
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