I am sorry, but it appears that I mislabeled the previous chapters and forgot to post a very important one before the chapters where Sherlock and Molly make love. This is that chapter.

The curse is broken, but some things need to be cleared.

Sherlock marvelled at how wonderful the petite woman felt in his arms. For months, he longed to hold Molly like this, and now, finally, that wish was fulfilled. It was really a dream come true.

"I can't believe you're here and you're real. All this time." Molly smiled at the unruly mop of black curls on Sherlock's head. What a contrast to the slicked back style she'd always seen him wear in the 1800s. She shook her head in amazement, then her eyes glanced down and zipped back up to his face. "Oh, you're naked!" Molly's cheeks turned a beet red.

Sherlock hadn't even noticed himself because he was so used to being stuck in a cat's body, and since cats don't wear clothes, obviously he'd be wearing nothing. It didn't bother him now because he'd dreamed of this moment and making passionate love to Molly Hooper, but the embarrassment on her face as she furtively looked away told him that now was probably not the time.

"Er, right. I already know you don't have any men's clothes lying around, so perhaps a sheet from the hall closet?"

"Good idea." Molly hurried off the the closet, her cheeks burning as she was sure she wouldn't be able to get that image of Sherlock's cock out of her mind. God, she felt so wicked for thinking it, but she wondered what he would feel like inside of her. Her legs shook from the desire she felt.

When she returned with the sheet, Sherlock thanked her and wrapped it around his torso. That was even worse because now, he looked like a sexy Greek statue. As Molly started to suggest going to the store to purchases clothes for him, more memories suddenly popped into both of their minds. New images and scenes of the present flickered around their heads like a movie reel.

So many things had happened to them in this life, Sherlock mused. Her feelings for him had apparently been one thing that never changed, but everything else was new. Sherlock's hair for one, his calling John by his first name, being a public hero, beguiling and evading the woman, faking his death, realising his feelings for Molly, killing Magnussen to protect his friends.

Molly herself saw how much she'd changed and stayed the same in this life. She was still a pathologist, but no longer had to hide her gender from the world - now, that was a relief. She'd become more independent, stood up for herself more and had even helped Sherlock fake his death. When the consulting detective came back into her life two years later, Molly began aiding him on several cases and on one of those days, he'd kissed her. After that, they initiated a relationship and had been dating for two months.

All of these new memories were a bit overwhelming, but Molly and Sherlock knew that everything they had begun to remember was real and not imagined. Each memory had a clear, distinct look which made certain of the authenticity and Sherlock and Molly even felt accompanying emotions along with them.

"Nothing feels quite so good as clarity, don't you think?" The voice of a woman reached their ears and they realised someone else was in Molly's flat. It was a woman dressed in a long green dress with a black corset. While she was a complete stranger to Molly, she was all too familiar to Sherlock.

"Janine," he said and furrowed his brow.

Seeing the cautious look in his features, the enchantress waved her hand. "Oh, Sherlock. You can rest easy. I'm not here to cause you any more problems. I simply wanted to congratulate you for breaking my spell. You've done an excellent job and I'm proud of you."

"Thanks, I guess."

Molly cleared her throat. "Uh, I'm sorry to interrupt, but you're the woman who put this spell, curse, whatever over me and Sherlock?"

"That's right."

"Well, in the past, I would say that was a bitchy thing to do, but...now that my memories resurfaced, I can't say that I blame you."

Sherlock gaped at Molly. "Excuse me?"

"You were an arse, Sherlock, no matter how much of a genius you had been. Or are. But you've changed. You're not that man anymore. I can see the difference in you now. Without this...enchantment, you might have never found out about me." Molly smiled up at him and he returned it, smoothing his thumb along the apple of her cheek.

"The two of you are so adorable," Janine said with a sigh, looking at the ceiling as if she were remembering something. "If there's one thing I love about the outcome of my spells, it's seeing people fix their mistakes and get their hearts right." She looked back at Sherlock and Molly, but they were gazing into each other's eyes.

"If I could interrupt your reverie for a moment," Janine got their attention and she continued. "I need to tell you what situation you'll be stepping out into when you leave this flat."

"Of course," replied Sherlock. "Go ahead."

"Now. All of the people you both knew in your first life in 1895, John, Mary, Lestrade, Mrs. Hudson, Mycroft, your parents, their lives were intertwined with yours. As you were born again, so were they." Janine glanced at Sherlock. "You didn't know because your past two lives were spent in America, but your friends and family lived full lives here in England, unaware of your existence. Molly knew them, too, but unlike you, she had no memory of her past."

"You know, I always thought it was funny how you never suspected that Dr. Hooper was a woman in disguise. And to think that John Watson knew all along, but he never told you."

Sherlock's eyes widened in shock. "He knew?"

"Yes. You underestimated your friend a lot, Sherlock. I hope this time around, you'll be cleverer about that."

Ignoring the jibe, he asked, "What about my parents and Mycroft? You mentioned them, but what exactly do they remember?"

"Oh, their memories have been...rewritten to fit with the new ones you now have. Some are individual. Any experiences you have shared with them, they remember. Before the spell was broken, they just had no memory of you. But now, only you and Molly remember each of your past lives."

Molly finally spoke up again. "Don't you think that's unfair since you dragged other people into this curse along with Sherlock and I?"

Janine scoffed. "No, I don't. You both hold your friends and family in high esteem, which does you credit, but I'm afraid they wouldn't handle such knowledge as...gracefully as the two of you. Think about it. Can you see Mycroft believing such a tale even though it is true? At best, he'd never want to speak of it again and prefer to imagine that it never happened. Trust me. It's better if you and Sherlock are the only ones who remember."

Sherlock felt like arguing against this decision, but he knew that Janine was right. Even though he still was still annoyed that she put this spell on them, her reasons for keeping it limited to himself and Molly were logically sound. Knowledge that you lived several lives in different time period was life changing and unbelievable news. Most people wouldn't be able to handle it.

"I suppose that makes sense."

"It's less messy, too." Janine sighed. "Better for them to have their memories blocked permanently than to let the floodgates rush in and potentially drive them mad or worse, have them disappear and never be heard from again."

"You've had some experience with that, I take it?"

"Unfortunately, yes, but don't worry. Your friends and family won't suspect a thing. To them, you have always existed in the here and now." Janine paused as if contemplating something before she continued. "I know you probably hate me for what I've done, but hopefully, you understand the gift I've given you."

Sherlock looked down at Molly and put his arm around her waist. "I certainly do."

"Good. Oh, and by the way, the rest of the world also knows that you're Sherlock Holmes and the only Sherlock Holmes. Since your past life only exists for you and Molly's memory, you don't have to worry about getting a new identity, IDs, licenses or anything like that. Live well, Sherlock."

"I intend to."

"I will now take my leave of you. I have other people to test." The enchantress' eyes sparkled in mischief and in the blink of an eyes, she disappeared from sight.

After a beat of silence, Molly laughed. "Well, that was interesting."

"Mm. She's a rare woman."

"Should I be jealous?" The pathologist said in a playful tone.

"Never. I have the perfect one right beside me." Sherlock took Molly in his arms and placed a gentle kiss upon her lips.