It's my birthday tomorrow so I thought I'd celebrate a little early by giving you guys an update. Thank you to everyone who follows/favourites/reviews, you're all wonderful, especially those who take time to review, really makes my day.

J is for John

After Sherlock's sleeping complaint, Molly was sure he'd turn up most nights he wasn't on a case to sleep there- and after what happened with Tom, she wasn't willing to run the risk of that occurring, so she spoke to John. Partially out of concern for Sherlock's sleeping, and partially to keep Tom's face as it was. The two met for coffee in the canteen at Bart's one evening after Sherlock and John had just completed a case, so they knew they wouldn't get any unwanted visitors.

"What's the issue then Molls?" John asked with a yawn, he was out of practise of running around London with no idea where they were going or why.

"So I woke up the other day to find Sherlock asleep on my sofa, which in itself is odd, but he had Toby on his head and had turned up in a sheet! Just his coat and a sheet! When unusually Tom got up, so I hid in the bathroom to avoid being piggy-in-the-middle, and all I could hear was Tom insulting Sherlock, who didn't respond in any way shape or form. I'm concerned he's going to get Tom back in a way that's more than a bit not good." Molly explained briefly, she knew John was able to read between the lines when it came to Sherlock.

John sighed, this was not going to go well, he had wondered why Sherlock had been acting funny all day, as if pre-occupied with another matter, and was now moderately concerned for Tom's health (only moderately, he did bring it on himself after all) and very concerned for Molly's general wellbeing. His concern for Molly mostly arose from the fact that Sherlock had an awful lot of intellect and resources (not to mention Mycroft) at his disposal, and there was no telling what he'd do or when. After all, Tom had already been kidnapped, drugged, had a family gathering interrupted, an intimate moment interrupted, and taken up smoking. John was impressed he had only insulted Sherlock and not yet resorted to anything more!

"That does sound a bit… ominous, I must agree," John replied with a shrug, neither of them would figure out how to stop him.

"What do I do, John? I know he's brought it on himself, but I don't want to have to suffer for it," She chewed her lip nervously,

"I doubt he would put his lab access at risk, he'd probably think he's doing you a favour in his own warped sense of friendship." John chuckled, Molly smiled at his attempt of humour, but her laugh didn't quite reach her eyes. "Come on Molls, what's the worst that could happen?" He regretted the words before he'd finished the sentence. The two looked at each other and nearly fell off their chairs with laughter. Once they'd caught their breath again, Molly decided her best plan of action may be to fear the worst, and then she couldn't possibly be upset- in theory.

"We are talking about a man who tried to get a cab covered in blood holding a harpoon like it was the most normal thing in the world," Molly said frankly, wishing that this level of odd wasn't quite so prevalent in her life.

"This is true, he also has a sock index, a fridge full of body parts and somehow doesn't have scurvy despite having never been witnessed eating anything that is fruit or vegetable." John added, listing some of the tamer parts of Sherlock's personality.

"At least you weren't around when he decided to go all Hannibal Lecter on me. Liver parfait, roast shoulder, he even tried making human bacon at one point. Oh God he never ate any of it, the one time I've been thankful he doesn't eat while on cases. Still, that wasn't as bad as when he took on a case where the client was convinced it was witchcraft and Sherlock spent months disproving him. It involved hypnosis, some kitchen-chemistry that required high level waste disposal and should have been done in a secure facility, a chicken and a goat. Mycroft must have owned the last place he lived, no-one, not even Mrs Hudson would have put up with that." Molly giggled to herself, reminiscing, while John sat across from her open mouthed. He knew he shouldn't be surprised by Sherlock by now, but somehow his friend always managed it.

"I may have a plan Molly," John said quickly, he was quite proud of his light bulb moment

"Really?" She asked somewhat cynically, raising an eyebrow

"You know Mary and I are getting married? I'm going to ask him to be best man, that ought to throw him off for a while," John's words gave Molly the biggest grin, which was shortly followed by a terrified expression.

"If he hasn't already, brilliant idea! Although you know that means he has to make a speech, about you in front of everyone you care about," She warned, she didn't think John would have any other choice in best man really, but given Sherlock's record with people, it could well be an unprecedented disaster.

"Oh shit." John replied, wide-eyed as he realised the possible implications of his idea. What could possibly go wrong?...