Molly's Reward Chapter 3The pub was not as crowded as normal, with only the regulars present. The three friends settled into a little corner booth. Molly sandwiched between Sherlock and John. She loved Sherlock and John was such a dear. She could go for him too, if she hadn't set her sights on Sherlock, but for all of the time she'd known him, she had known Sherlock was unattainable.
John, well he sort of knew what she was at; because he never pressed her. He was a charmer too, with manners and quiet ways that she also found enchanting. If she really had to choose between them in a match, well, John would come in a very, very close second.
The food was great, the company excellent. Sherlock was laughing and enjoying himself. It seemed to Molly that John made a great difference in Sherlock's life. It was like John was a catalyst for Sherlock's humanity.
"Shall we have another go?" John turned to catch the eye of the waitress.
"Another, please," Molly giggled.
Now everyone at the table knew that she had asked f
Alone Chapter 2"How in the hell did you hack into her computer system, Sherlock? I had no idea you were an accomplished computer hacker?" John had finished his meal and was happy to be full once again.
"There are many things about me you don't know, John. We can discuss particulars later. We need to get you out of there and this isn't going to be an easy task. I can control the cameras, sensors, locks and entry ways, but I can't disguise you from here. I am working on ghosting images of the hallways making them look empty to observing eyes. How is your leg? Will you be able to walk some distance?"
"Ankle's still sore, but I think I can make it, Sherlock."
"I'm working on getting people inside; I don't want you to have to go too far without some assistance."
"Will you be coming, Sherlock?"
"Always, John, I will be there soon. Just for the moment I want you to stay where you are and play along with this Smith woman. Do not provoke her and give her as little information as you can."
"I understand Sherlo
His Lamentthe chambers of my heart
you don't walk
the corridors anymore
the blood of my life
your passion doesn't
flow into me
I am anguish
I want to be with you
want to feel your arms
I want to hear
speak my name
I want to be able
to come home again
First TimeMolly and Sherlock
Sherlock entered the morgue on silent feet. Molly turned toward him; she had a great ability to sense people entering her morgue.
"I am here as you requested, Molly. John is unavailable. He's off reading Mycroft the riot act for sending us into danger, yet again, though I doubt that will keep Mycroft from doing it in the future."
"I...wanted...to see you, alone." Molly gathered her huge totally submerged courage. She pulled off her latex gloves and went to the sink to wash her hands as Sherlock waited patiently. She took several deep breaths as she meticulously dried her hands; she cleared her throat and turned toward Sherlock. To find he had moved to a position right next to her.
"Sherlock," Molly looked up into those tantalizing soft blue eyes, his porcelain skin, and the fall of dark curly hair that famed his alarmingly handsome face. As he gazed down upon her, she was suddenly lost and too overwhelmed to speak.
"Was there something I could help you with?" Sherloc
Prepared to do Anythingsoul lost
a life's work
I'm not human
a dark cloth demon
blood upon my hands.
I never meant to hurt you, John
I never meant to die
Moriarty played me
burned my heart
left me on my own
prepared to do anything
to make my way home.
Follow You into the Dark - Sherlocks POV[Sherlock's POV]
Sherlock was frantic. John and he had been chasing the assassin through the subterranean tunnels. John had been right behind him as the tunnels were too narrow for him to be at Sherlock's side.
Sherlock had lost the assassin in the maze. Giving up and being too winded to go on. He'd stopped and rested his hands against his knees as his breathing came back to normal. Then it came to him that John was not behind him. Oh god.
"John, JOHN," Sherlock had yelled into the tunnels. The reverberation from the walls was all that came back at him. There were side tunnels and lower tunnels all along the route that he had traveled. He hurriedly walked back to where he had started from, being as quiet as was possible, so as to hear John's voice. Nothing.
The tunnels were drainage of a sort. They were cold, damp and hellish and John was injured, unconscious. Sherlock needed help in this, but stopping to round up people from his homeless network would take precious time; time that cou
Three MenJohn was always brave
Sherlock was unkind
Moriarty was a madman
hellbent and refined
bored with ordinary people
childlike and quite loud
who entered history
only two come out
Molly's Reward Chpt 2Continuing story
Sherlock was still holding Molly when she came to in his arms.
"I've got you," he held her close as she reclaimed her balance.
Molly had saved this man's life. She had been there when everyone but John had turned away from him. He'd changed ever so slightly since his return. She had to change too!
Molly grabbed Sherlock by his suit lapels and pulled the giant down to her diminutive height. Throwing her arms around his neck she drew him in for her kiss. Her petal soft lips caressed his, but then her inner strength, that part of her that few knew, it leapt forward and she passionately began to devour Sherlock. She held him tight pressing her body to his, overwhelming herself with her boldness. Finally, after who the hell knew how long, she relinquish her grip on Sherlock and settled back into his arms.
"I hope I don't have to faint now," Sherlock smiled his little boy smile.
Molly looked away from his eyes and sighed regretfully.
"Molly, I was trying to be humorous and I
The Subtly of SensualityOne shot
It had been one of the coldest evenings on record in old London. John and Sherlock had been out investigating a new case. They were done now but there were no taxi's to be had. Now they were suffering from the terrible cold.
"Wish you had your ear hat now?" John asked comically as he walked at Sherlock's side, his gloved hands and winter hat barely keeping the cold at bay.
"Oh, you'd be so happy to have that photo op wouldn't you, John?"
Sherlock hated that cursed hat and it just kept showing up. Oh, how he abhorred that hat.
John pulled the infamous hat from his pocket and handed it to Sherlock.
"Listen, you brought it on yourself. You were the one who chose it from all the hats in the theater. You just have to deal with it till it all goes away."
"It is never going away." Sherlock harrumphed about it all. Took the hat and jammed it down on head pulling the flaps down to cover his freezing ears.
Sherlock pulled out his mobile and accessed an app that would bring the nearest c