Hello everyone, lets just skip this part where I try to be funny and get to the actual material. Sound good. ENJOY

"Ok Sherlock lets try this again. What is Molly's favorite type of fruit" Mary asked as she held up a small pink card with ghastly hearts printed on it. Sherlock moaned unattractively and wished he was dead. Why did he have to endure this stupidness called 'couples game night' just because he was in a romantic relationship. John was weak, that's why he went along when Mary suggested it. Molly was Mary's best friend and god forbid she had to tell her no.
"My mind is filled with important things, not fruit" Sherlock responded as he ran his fingers through his hair.
"Oh come on Sherlock, Molly knows what type of nicotine patches you use and you can't be bothered to remember her cat's name" Mary asked. Sherlock huffed a little. He knew perfectly well what Toby's name was, he just wanted to screw with Mary at that point.
"Here I'll give you an easy one" Mary said as she rummaged through the card box looking for an easy question. Once she had found one that suited her she held it up and read it aloud.
"What color are Molly's eyes" she asked. Sherlock sighed and didn't answer. Mary then got into a bigger tiff.
"FOR CRYING OUT LOUD SHERLOCK, YOu look at her every single day and you can't remember what color her eyes are. What kind of piss poor boyfriend are you" Mary asked. Sherlock sat up and stared Mary down.
"I happen to be a by effective boyfriend for your information Mary" Sherlock snipped back.
"Prove it and answer a darn question" Mary responded.
"These questions are stupid and boring, they're the Andersons of the question world" Sherlock told her. Mary rolled her eyes.
"Do you need to be challenged like a whiny smart brat in the sixth grade" she asked him. Sherlock have her a curt nod because that's exactly what he needed. Mary tilted her head to the slid which didn't spell good things for Sherlock.
"Ok fine, you want difficult questions I'll give them to you" Mary said. She took a moment to think of a few, but she was ready quickly.
"How many dogs has Molly owned in her life" she asked. Sherlock snickered.
"Please, her father owned one named Beetle who died when Molly was 8 then her mother rescued a dachshund from a local shelter a year later who is barley hanging on to life as we speak" Sherlcok told Mary.
"And how do you know all this" Mary asked him, to check so he wasn't BSing her.
"The first time I visited Molly's mother home there where several pictures of Mr. Hooper and a rather unsettlingly large mastiff and in the pictures his dog tag read Beetle, after a certain period in time the dog stopped turning up in the picture so I knew he had died. As for the dachshund Molly's mother carries the thing wherever she goes and she never passes up an opportunity to tell anyone and everyone how she rescued the thing from a shelter. She told me so many times that it is impossible for me to delete it" Sherlock rattled off. Mary nodded, for she was satisfied.
"What is her internal body temperature" she asked seconds later.
"97.9 degrees Fahrenheit, 36.611 degrees Celsius. She runs a little cold" Sherlock said. Mary was impressed, but she didn't dare show it.
"Name the last five people Molly autopsied who where of German decent" Mary said.
"Julius Eberstark, Opal Hirsch, Herald Weber, Francis Fassbinder, and June
Bauer" he told her with confidence.
"How did they die according to her reports"
"Drowning in a pool, old age, gunshot to the kidney, cracked his skull when he fell in the shower, and jugular ripped out when she tried to steal from a home owner with angry dobermans" Sherlock said again. Mary sighed, she was sure she was going to get him in that one. She was wrong, this was Sherlock Holmes after all.
"How many times a day does she take in air"
"18,000 to 30,000 times a day approximately" he answered. Mary laughed.
"Sherlock these are difficult questions, there are no approximate answers" she told him. Sherlock shrugged.
"22,400 on weekdays and 26,900 on weekends" he said. Mary nodded her head thankfully.
"That's better" she said.
"Are we done or do you wish to challenge me more" he asked. He rudely asked her, Mary wasn't going to let that slide.
"Fine, Name all the nicknames she has ever being called since she started working at St. Bart's" Mary asked. Sherlcok straitened himself and prepared.
"Molls by pretty much every female doctor at St. Bart's, and Good Golly Ms. Molly by that one really old and creepy doctor in ICU" he recounted. Mary shuddered, that guy was creepy. Mary was struggling now, she would have to pull out the big guns.
"Ok Sherlock you can answer questions about what has already happened, but can you correctly guess something that hasn't happened yet" Mary asked him.
"I suppose" he said.
"Where do you see Molly in ten years" Mary asked. Sherlock didn't answer right away. He took time to formulate his answer.
"We'll she is a skilled pathologist so I would suspect that she will obtain several awards and accolades. She will also mostly likely receive a higher position at St. Bart's and therefore a higher salary. So I think she will have a very nice existence ten year from now" Sherlock said, but that wasn't what Mary was looking for.
"That's not what I'm looking for Sherlock, there is more to her life than her job" Mary told him. Sherlock thought some more and quickly came up with an answer.
"Oh yes, we'll with her payment increase she would most likely move out of her flat to somewhere nicer and hopefully able to afford some better clothes to go along with her...interesting jumpers. Toby will either be dead or very alive and most likely getting on everyone's nerves except Molly's" Sherlock rattled off again. Mary just shook her head again.
"No no no, Sherlock I'm trying to ask you if you see Molly and yourself together in the future" Mary asked. Sherlock froze. Mary was pleased by that. She could make Sherlock Holmes speechless.
"Uh I du...I" Sherlock mumbled.
"We'll come on Sherlock, spit it out" she taunted. Sherlock read his fingers through his hair and bit his lip.
"Molly and I...are..." He mumbled.
"Are what" asked Mary.
"If I had my way...which I do most of the time, but this is a different case...I would love for Molly to be with me for the rest of her life and mine. I ten years I would want to see her come home from the morgue and be tackled by our kids and I would come up and give her a kiss in the cheek. Then she'd tell us about her day and our kids would deduce everything she was going of say before she said it, but we'd still listen anyway. We'd all eat at a table that wasn't covered in experiments. At the end of the day Molly and I would crawl into bed and she'd snuggle into my chest and we would fall asleep listening to each other sleep. That's where I would love to see us in ten years, but that's impossible. Who would want that with me, no one in their right mind" Sherlock said in a slow, dreamy, sad voice. Mary was shell shocked.
"Sherlock...that's one of most beautiful things I've ever heard you say...Any woman would love that life, heck I would jump at that" Mary said Sherlock gave her a small smile.
"John would kill me" he said. Mary smiled back at him.
"Well it doesn't matter, because I'm going to make it my only missing in life to make sure that your idea comes to life" Mary said as she put a loving hand on Sherlock's shoulder.
"Why" Sherlock asked.
"Because you and Molly are basically the same person. You two are both good people, who others look at in disgust. No one likes the annoying dick of a detective and nobody wants to date the girl who fiddles with dead people's organs all day. They should though, because you two are wonder people, brilliant people, and you two deserve happiness like everyone else. Isn't that right Jo- wait what" Mary said as she looked over to where her husband and best friend should be. Molly and John where gone and in their place was a post-it note and some money. Mary let go of Sherlock's shoulder and picked up the post-it.

Mary, Molly and I watched you and Sherlock argue for about an a hour and we decided to go grab a drink. I left you some cab money. See you at home
-Love John

"Did you see them leave" Mary asked, and Sherlock shrugged no.
"We need to get along better"

That was lovely wasn't it. I have this little personal head cannon that Sherlock has always wanted a family and a wife, the normal things in life. So I wrote about him wanting those things. I hope you enjoyed it, please leave a nice comment, and as always THANKS FOR READING