#sherlolly halloween

[cumbercougars]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Sherlock (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/Molly Hooper Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Mycroft Holmes, Molly Hooper Additional Tags: Sherlolly - Freeform, Horror, No my usual happy ending, sherlolly screamfest 2023, Fictober 2023 Summary:

"It's not too late, let's go."

But it was too late. Too late for both of us.

A Fictober 2023 prompt fill.

[slightly-brazilian]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Sherlock (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sherlock Holmes & Molly Hooper Characters: Sherlock Holmes, Molly Hooper Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Supernatural Elements, Sherlolly - Freeform, Established Sherlock Holmes/Molly Hooper, Horror, St Bartholomew's Hospital Summary:

With their minds filled with some series episodes and a few horror films, Molly Hooper and Sherlock Holmes go into an adventure that makes them doubt their own eyes. On Halloween eve, the couple tries to escape from a vengeful ghost while investigating why the poor woman’s spirit harbours so much rage. Abandoned by logic and science, relying only on each other’s protection, they wander through an empty, dark London looking for answers.

[simplyshelbs16xoxo]

Spooky Season Sherlolly Fic Recs 👻😱

Bumping Back by @hobbitsdoitbetter

A Halloween Costume for Rosie by @katfevre

Magic in the Moonlight at the Monster Ball by @pennywaltzy

The Sneinton Bollard Children by @mizjoely

Haunted by @mizjoely

Red Door Black by @hobbitsdoitbetter

Love Notes, Witchcraft, and Wonder by @mizjoely

Universally Monstrous Series by @darnedchild

The Witching Hour by @mrsmcrieff

A Slip in Time Makes Him Mine by @mrsmcrieff

In the Blood by @darnedchild

[miz-joelys-sherlollilists]

Zombielock fics

Here are the Sherlolly zombielock fics for anyone interested in some Halloween creepiness (and also braaaaiiiinnnsssss LOL):

When the World Ends by duktiny

The Undead Centre of Town (Victorian Dream Palace series) by @8minutehooper

We're going to freeze to death... by @sunken-standard

No Kiss Farewell by morbidbydefault

Living In A City Of Death by @mousedetective

Furo by @asteraceae-blue & mizjoely

In Dark Times (Walking Dead AU) by thewalkingdetective

Blood Born and My Bloody Valentine... (Walking Dead AU) by mizjoely

Untitled (The Walking Dead AU) by @strawberryaziraphale (3 sentence ficlet)

Warm Heart (Warm Bodies AU) by monimccoy

When Does It End, Where Does It Begin by Purpleyin

[ladysolitaire]

Can't Fight the Moonlight – A Sherlolly Fic

Summary: Written for Sherlolly Screamfest 2023

Prompt fill for thescriptorium: “as a werewolf i can personally talk to dogs and boyohboy does ur little pug have some tea to spill…”

Werewolf!Molly dog sits for Sherlock and finds out exactly where she stands in his life.

Rating: T

Word Count: 8,623

A/N: This fic is set in the same Being Human (UK) fusion AU as Monster In The Moonlight, where Molly Hooper is a werewolf and Sally Donovan is a vampire (although this is only mentioned in this fic). While this can be read as a stand-alone fic, I still recommend reading Monster In The Moonlight for some background information.

This fic is also set after ASiB but before TRF.

I’ve been using the listing photos of the house that the production used for Molly’s kitchen in TFP as reference for Molly’s house in my fics.

Shoutout to Taylor Swift and Spotify’s daylist for helping me finish editing this fic!

Hope y’all enjoy this one! Happy Halloween!

If I owned Sherlock and Molly Hooper, then Sherlolly would have been explicitly canon and Mofftiss won’t be able to touch them. All mistakes are mine and are probably due to lack of sleep.

Happy Halloween!!!

[fleabagoftheendless]

Get to know me (and you)

Thank you @bazzybelle for the tag❤️

1. 3 Ships I really like right now: oh I am absolutely obsessed with Dreamling, PipRavi and Peraltiago.

Dreamling just has me on a chokehold and I just cannot stop writing about them. PipRavi have my whole heart and I cannot wait for the BBC'c adaptation of agggtm! Honestly need a Ravi in my life who would actually help me clean the crime scene and put the blame on a r*pist.

Peraltiago might actually have just set a really high standard of cis relationships for me. I hope they are having fun at Halloween heist this year too.

2. First ever ship: Sherlock/Molly and no I won't elaborate the Sherlolly and Johnlock ship wars which I witnessed on wattpad of all places.

3. Last Song: Sweet Nothing - Taylor Swift

This song is just so so so soothing and so emotional. Like to be so comfortable with a person that they become your safe space and you can just go back to them at the end of the day. This kind of love🥲

4. Last Movie: Jaane Jaan. It's a nice movie, absolutely loved Kareena's comeback.

5. Currently Reading: My course books.

6. Currently watching: My phone screen. Someone needs to take away my phone.

7. Currently eating: nothing lol, but I have to get breakfast.

8. Currently craving: any kind of food.

Again almost all my mutuals are already tagged in other posts lol so whoever sees this on their tl, please feel free to do this challenge!!

[holidaysat221b]

Happy Halloween

From one Sherlolly fan to another

[darnedchild]

Universally Monstrous - Frankenstein

Should I repost another Universally Monstrous fic today? Sure, why not.

So here’s another one:

On Ao3 - https://archiveofourown.org/works/18055406

and below the ‘Keep Reading’ for the linkphobic

 Universally Monstrous - Frankenstein

They were four bodies in before someone noticed a pattern.

It was Philip Anderson, of all people, who made the first connection.

His habit of monitoring the news and scouring the usual internet sites every day (originally looking for any tidbit of information that might lead to Sherlock’s whereabouts during the two years he’d been “dead”, or a case that might interest the missing man enough to draw his attention back to London) had diminished but not disappeared after the Empty Hearse club’s focus had shifted from conspiracy theories to more of a Sherlock Holmes appreciation society.  Even though several people thought he’d turned into a bit of a delusional weirdo, he had been a respectable forensic pathologist at one time.

(Or “respectable” if you asked Sherlock, which no one did.)

Therefore, as a conspiracy nutter and a man who had examined crime scenes and analysed evidence for a living, he was uniquely qualified to gather all the information and put two and two together.

Although, technically, it was more one plus two plus one plus one.  Because while the first, third, and fourth bodies found were missing a left leg from the hip joint down, a right foot, and a left arm cut off at the wrist, number two had turned up without either of his hands.  

Four victims, five body parts, and zero leads.

Until a fifth victim was found with just enough trace evidence to make Sherlock squirm in delight at his kitchen microscope.  He’d even gone so far as thanking Philip for bringing him the case.

Then he’d sent off a series of texts, stood in front of his newly constructed wall of crime scene photos and information, and gestured toward the door. He told Philip to go away so he could think—in a far politer manner than usual—and told him that he could come back in five hours when the people Sherlock had texted would be arriving.  On the condition that Philip promised to not be so . . . Anderson-ish, of course.

Philip had eagerly agreed.

Mrs Hudson had let him in that evening, just five (fifteen) minutes early, and told him Sherlock had run off in a rush an hour before but he was welcome to go up and wait.  And wait he did as first John Watson, then Greg Lestrade, and finally Molly Hooper trudged up the stairs to Sherlock’s rooms.

The others cast him a few odd looks, but no one actually came out and asked why he was there.  They made increasingly awkward small talk until John broke.  “Does anyone know where Sherlock is or why he wanted us all here?”

Molly and Greg murmured no, but Philip jumped up from his seat at Sherlock’s desk.  “I do!  Well, not where he’s at right now, but I know why we’re here.”  

He jumped up on the sofa, ignoring all three versions of “You can’t do that” that were hissed behind him, and pointed at the first series of photos.   “It’s fine.  I helped Sherlock set all this up.  He won’t mind me getting us started.  Probably.”  

He jabbed his finger at the image of victim number one.  “Ruiz Serrano, up and coming blind-side flanker who hadn’t quite made it into pro rugby, but was apparently on the radar of a few teams.  He was found twelve days ago, here.”  Philip moved his finger to point out the location on the map that was the centre of Sherlock’s set up.  “Cause of death was strangulation.  The removal of the leg was post-mortem, and had to have occurred at a different location.  No hesitation wounds.  The dismemberment was clean and precise.”  He looked up to find the others staring at him.

Greg gaped.  “My God, it’s like listening to a mini-Sherlock.”

Philip felt his skin heat in embarrassment.  “He-we went over this earlier today.”  More specifically, Sherlock had thought out loud while he paced around the sitting room and Philip had hung on his every word, excited to just be part of an investigation again.

John snorted.

Philip cleared his throat and gestured to the next set of photos.  “Both hands missing this time.  Body found here.”  He pointed to another location.

“I remember that one.”  Greg stood up and came closer to the sofa.  “The other one wasn’t in my jurisdiction, but this was one of mine.   Strangulation, clean amputation.  Victim was a-“  He faltered as he searched his memory.

“Surgeon,” Molly supplied.

“Thanks.”   Greg offered her an appreciative smile.  “Disappeared on the way home from a night with his mistress.  His wife wanted to keep the salacious bits out of the public eye and her father knows people so . . .”  He eyed Philip.  “How did you find out about the hands?  We kept that out of the press.”

Philip looked rather proud of himself.  “I have my ways,” he said, trying to sound mysterious.  Greg narrowed his eyes and Philip flushed and pointed to the wall.  “Three was a runner, right foot gone.  Four went missing from his gym, an arm this time.”

He pointed to yet another pin on the map.  “Number five was found last night.  Well, some of him at any rate.”

“What did they take this time?” John asked.

“The entire trunk, neck to groin.  Minus the . . .”  he gestured toward his own crotch.

Greg and John winced but Molly ignored them as she joined Philip to stand on the sofa.  She studied the photos of the bodies.  

“What is he doing?” Greg asked, clearly thinking out loud.

“Taking trophies?” John toss out, trying to help brainstorm.

“But what is he going to do with them?” Greg wondered.

Philip opened his mouth to reply but Molly beat him to it.  “He’s making a man.”

The former forensic pathologist/current president of the largest official Sherlock Holmes fan club in the London area deflated somewhat.  “Yeah, that’s what Sherlock thought, too.  He said the killer was harvesting from the best specimens he could find in his hunting zone.  None of the victims were exactly right as is, but when you broke them down into individual parts and put them all together?”

“The perfect man,” Molly whispered.

Greg grimaced.  “That’s messed up.”

John pulled a chair away from Sherlock’s table and opened the laptop there. “Okay, so we’ve got a nutter who thinks he’s Doctor Frankenstein running around.  Assuming there aren’t victims out there we aren’t aware of, he’s still missing parts.  Let’s make a list and see what we can come up with from there.”

Philip, Molly, and John quickly began to throw out suggestions and Greg silently let them run out of steam.  He sat in John’s chair and jotted down notes about the different locations of the body dumps and victims, looking for a common link between them.  

“So we’ve got another arm, a leg and foot, the head and . . .”  John gestured toward Philip’s crotch.

“Genitals,” Molly huffed.  “You can say genitals.”

Greg pretended he hadn’t heard her.  “He seems to go for the athletic types.”

John shook his head.  “The hands came from a surgeon, remember?  Look at his picture, I doubt he spent too much time at a gym.  And he definitely isn’t a runner.”

“He wanted dexterity with the hands, not strength.”  Molly stepped off the sofa and plopped down to sit on it.   “So we’re looking for the best of the best.  How do you even begin to narrow down the best penis in the city?  What criteria would you use?  I mean, is he looking for purely physical attributes or is he  taking things like stamina into consideration?  What about fertility?  Philip, did he leave the testicles as well as the penis?”

“Could we not talk about that bit anymore?”  Greg looked a little green.  

John nodded in agreement.  “Right, we’ll come back to the genitals.  What else can we focus on?”

Philip thought they were overlooking the most obvious answer.  “The head.”

“Someone handsome, then.  An actor?”  John began to peck at the keyboard of the laptop again.  

“Wrong.”  Philip rolled his eyes.  They really were being obtuse.  The killer would definitely be looking for someone smart, someone like . . . Oh no.  He paled and had to lean a hand against the wall, ignoring the papers that crinkled under his palm.

Molly immediately looked concerned.  “Are you all right?  Do you need to sit down?”

He shook his head.  “Who is the most intelligent man you know?”

“Mycroft,” was John’s immediate answer, followed quickly by another “Mycroft” from Molly and “What they said” from Greg.

“No.  Well, yes,” Philip conceded.  “But no one is going to be able to get close enough to Mycroft Holmes to cut off his head for nefarious purposes.”

John smirked.  “Is there any other kind of purpose for head stealing, other than nefarious ones?”

Philip ignored him as best as he could.  “It’s Sherlock.  That’s why he’s not here.  The killer must have grabbed him and is probably getting ready to cut his head off as we speak.”

John dropped his head into his hands.  “It’s more likely Sherlock hunted the man down himself and practically offered up his neck just to satisfy his curiosity.”  

Just then Molly’s phone uttered a single word, clearly spoken in Sherlock’s voice (although Philip had never heard that particular soft tone come from Sherlock before).  “Molly.”

She blushed.  “It’s, uhm, it’s a text.  From Sherlock.  That’s his, he put that, I didn’t-“  She pulled her mobile out of her pocket.  “Oh, it’s an address.”  

Another husky “Molly”.

“He says ‘send John and Lestrade, no one else’.  And now there’s a picture of-“  She gulped.  “It’s really dark, but I can just make out what appears to be most of a body on a surgical table.”

“I knew it!”   Philip pushed himself away from the wall and jumped off the sofa, narrowly missing the low table in front of it.  He slapped his hands together.  “Let’s go rescue Sherlock Holmes!”

“You’re staying here.”  Greg pointed at the floor as if it emphasise his statement.  “Molly, you should st-“

“Not a chance.”  She was already pulling on her coat.

“You can’t come,” John tried to sound intimidating.

“You don’t have the address,” Molly countered.  “And if you so much as reach for my phone to take it I will kick you in the genitals so hard you won’t be able to see straight for days.”

John quickly pulled his hand back to his side.  “All right then.”

“Fine, we’re all going.”  Greg threw his hands up into the air.  “Should we invite Mrs Hudson while we’re at it?”

Molly and John shared a look.  John cleared his throat.  “Actually, that might not be a completely bad idea.  She knows . . . things.”

Greg pinched his nose.  “I don’t want to know, do I?”

“Probably not.”

“Just to clarify.”  Philip hurried after the other three as they stomped down the stairs toward the ground floor.  “I’m coming, too, right?”

[mychakk]

Self promo for Sherlolly Halloween.

[mel-loves-all]

“2020 Sherlolly Halloween”

Theme: Gothic Mystery

[thehiddenlawyer]

I Had A Dream, Molly (Chapter 13, A Sherlolly Halloween)

here it is! The last chapter!

13 chapters in less than 13 days! 

enjoy!

@holidaysat221b

“After everything you and I've been through these past few days, all that we’ve seen, you still don’t think there’s anything beyond us out there?”

He stopped her outside the house, gripping her wrist and pulling her against him, his eyes intense as he looked down at her, “I once said if you can’t see it or touch it, it doesn’t exist.”

“Yup,” she looked up at him, resting her palms against his chest, fingering the lapels of his overcoat.

“I still believe that,” he told her, “but you said love and affection didn’t exist then, if I had this rule about seeing, touching, and believing.”

Molly nodded again, looking into her love’s eyes, “right.”

“But I can feel your love, Molly,” he brushed his mouth to hers, “I can feel your affection, I can even see your love.”

She didn’t say anything, simply drew him down to her, to kiss him slowly, tasting him, her love...Her Sherlock.  

[lilsherlockian1975]

My 8 year old son’s contribution to 13 Days of Sherlolly Halloween

As I mentioned a week or so ago, ‘P’ wanted to participate in the Halloween celebration this year. Here’s his story. It’s been a while, so I’ll explain how this happens... ‘P’ tells me his story and I type it out. My comments are in italics in the parentheses. Enjoy ~Lil & ‘P’~

- The Scary Haunted House (But It Turned Out To Be Really Nice) -

Sherlock and Molly were having a Halloween party. They had the party in a big haunted house. It was decorated with bats, zombies and skeletons. All of their friends came.

There was a lot of costumes. Sherlock dressed as a wiener dog. Molly dressed as her cat Toby. John came as a soldier, carrying his gun (but it wasn’t loaded). Rosie was wearing a lamb costume, she looked so cute! Mrs. Hudson came dressed as a princess. Sherlock’s brother, Mycroft came too, he was dressed like an ice cream cake. Greg dressed as a lion, because he is brave!

Suddenly all the lights went out and when they came back on, Molly was missing! Sherlock freaked out! “I have to find her!” he said.

The bats, zombies and skeletons all came to life and they attacked everyone at the party. They can hear Molly screaming. It’s coming from somewhere above them.

The bats were swarming and dive-bombing them. The lights kept flickering on and off, it was very confusing. Sherlock fought them with all his might. John has bullets with him, so he loads his gun and shoots the zombies. He never misses. Greg wrestles the skeletons, leaving them on the floor, just bits of bone (see, he’s brave!). Mycroft was hiding while everyone was fighting (wow, he thinks very little of Myc!).

Sherlock says, “Come on everyone, let’s go save Molly!” And they all run up the stairs.

They hear footsteps on the ceiling. Then they suddenly, mysteriously, stop.

“I know exactly where to go,” Sherlock tells everybody and he opens the attic door and climbs up, everyone follows.

They find a big skeleton with two swords. It had big scary red eyes. It was guarding a door. He was the Skeleton King.

Rosie stepped up to the Skeleton King, she punched it. “Open the door, now!” she said. “I want my Aunt Molly!” The Skeleton King refuses to fight a little girl and he gets out of the way. He patted her on the head and let her go back to everyone else. He opened the door and since Rosie was so brave, he decided to become friends with everyone.

They saw Molly playing with a bunch of skeleton babies and a skeleton dad sitting in a chair, smiling. The skeleton mummy was there too.

After that, they all went trick-or-treating with the skeleton babies and skeleton mummy and daddy. Everyone got lots of candy. But when the skeleton babies tried to eat the candy, it fell right through them. They all laughed, including the skeleton mummy and daddy.

The End

[patemalah21]

Happy Halloween

[simplyshelbs16xoxo]

trick-or-treat!

Happy Halloween, friend! A little WIP sneak peek from a Sherlolly fic that has nothing posted for it yet:

'Already, she could feel how magnetic his presence in the room was. He was Mr. Tall, Dark, and Mysterious, and it seemed just about everyone wanted a piece of him.'

[miz-joelys-sherlollilists]

Latest & Greatest Sherlollbrary Additions 10/25/23

A Touch Of Something by JaJaJa3510 (Rated T, One-Shot) Established Sherlolly AO3 2023

Aiguamoll by mizjoely (Rated T, One-Shot) Sherlock Screamfest 2023, Fantasy/Supernatural, Adapt/Crossover (Arthurian myth) AO3 2023

The Ghost of the East Wind by SimplyShelbs16 (Rated T, In Progress, Multi-Chapter) Sherlock Screamfest 2023, Fan/Sup (Ghosts) Alt S4 AO3 2023

My Molly by Canadianfan21 (Rated E, One-Shot) PWP, Smut, Dom!lock AO3 2023

Sewing can be dangerous by Canadianfan21 (Rated E, One-Shot) PWP, Smut, Dom!lock AO3 2023

Stoned by amyutz (Rated T, Complete, Multi-Chapter) Sherlock Screamfest 2023, High!lock, Halloween AO3 2023

[katerbees]

A Sherlolly Halloween part 2

Pt 1 here: https://katerbees.tumblr.com/post/166457341430/sherlolly-halloween-pt-1

Pt 1.2 here:https://katerbees.tumblr.com/post/166511390155/sherlolly-halloween-part-12

This Halloween takes place in Season four after TST and before TLD. Ahhhh I can’t wait until these two get their lives together and get a nice Halloween

Halloween 1 year ago

Molly adjusted her wig. Damn thing was so itchy. She had decided to take Rosie over to see Mrs. Hudson and have some photos taken of the two of them dressed up. She hoped she would not run into Sherlock while she was there; he was in no state fit to be around a child. He had turned into a goddamned smackhead idiot since Mary had passed.  Molly had begged him to stop, had cried and cried, but of course all he said was “’It’s for a case,” and walked away from her.

You can’t help a person who doesn’t want to be helped, Molly thought, bouncing Rosie from one hip to the other. Molly spent most of her time these days at Bart’s, and John’s flat these days. While she had certainly meant the vows she had taken as a godmother, she hadn’t anticipated needing to fulfill them so intensely.  She had come to love Rosie with her whole heart. She knew she could never fill the void of Mary, but she knew she would always be there for the little girl, no matter what.

She exited the tube, feeling slightly ridiculous in her costume. However, many women stopped to tell her how cute she and her daughter looked in their coordinating costumes. Molly corrected the first couple of people of people, “Oh, thank you, she’s my Goddaughter” but quickly gave up and just accepted the compliments, while sending a silent prayer up to Mary to forgive her.  

She found her way to Baker Street and knocked on the black door. Mrs. Hudson answered.

“Oh Molly! Rosie! So good to see my girls!” She yelled, pulling them in to the flat. “Now I’m so sorry dear, but I have no idea quite exactly what you two are supposed to be.”

“Well,” Molly began excitedly, “I’m Elsa” she gestured to her long white braided wig like it was supposed to be a dead give-away, “and little miss Rosie is Anna.”

“And who are those people? You both look adorable. But I have no idea what that means.”’ Mrs. Hudson replied, taking Rosie from Molly’s arms.

“It’s from a Disney movie. Super popular right now.” Molly smiled. Sitting down her tote bag, full of diapers, milk, and toys.

Molly heard shouting from up above. “No…” she groaned. She thought to herself, but apparently the words had left her mouth without her noticing.

“Oh yes. He’s on about something again. Hasn’t eaten for days. I think he might be on those drugs again. I keep telling him, chasing Mary, God rest her soul, to the grave isn’t going to bring her back.” Mrs. Hudson instinctively tightened her hold on Rosie, who was now trying to play with Mrs. Hudson’s necklace. “No no my darling, here let’s find a nice stuffy for you to play with.” Mrs. Hudson moved towards a basket she kept filled with toys.

Molly worried her lip. She was so over Sherlock and his stupid bullshit. But she was his friend and she still worried about him. Especially since him and John were still on the outs. She sighed.

“I’m going to go up and check on him. Milk and diapers are in the bag.” Molly said.

“Oh thank you. I’d really appreciate that Molly, you know he is so fond of you. Even if he doesn’t show it. I can tell. Here, take this tray of biscuits and see if you can trick him into eating some.” She handed Molly a tray that had been sitting on the kitchen table. “Me and miss Rosie here will just be reading this nice book”

Molly took the tray and headed up the stairs. Her mind wandered back to Halloween last year. She had gotten dumped, and Sherlock had been making out with some poor girl that he was using to get to a psychopath. He really was an asshole. And here she was, one year later, once again in a costume, getting ready to have her dignity torn to shreds. She just knew it. He was in such a bad place mentally and physically right now. She braced herself for a verbal assault, and knocked on the door.

“I have told you twenty four times now Mrs. Hudson to leave me alone! My mind does not require nourishment. I am at a critical juncture in my planning and I require nothing from you.” A deep baritone voice responded.

“It’s not Mrs. Hudson” was all that she could think to say.

She was shocked when he opened the door.

“Molly.” His stormy blue-green eyes, swept over her. “And in a costume?” his eyebrow raised

“It’s Halloween Sherlock” Molly said, her voice sounding much more tired than she felt.

“Ah. Yes. I suppose it is.” He responded, opening the door wider. He looked like shit. She had seen him look worse. She was shocked he was speaking in coherent sentences.

“Sherlock. Are you..” she began

“Molly, a good rule when it comes to asking questions and making inferences is to not ask a question you don’t want the answer to.” He cut her off.

 “Are you high right now?” Molly continued.

He opened the door to his flat wider. “At this exact moment I am minimally under the influence. Please. Come in.”

Molly walked into his flat. Books were strewn everywhere. Photos and maps tacked to the wall. He was clearly in the middle of a case. Always with the damn cases. Always ruining himself and ruining other people. FOR THE DAMN CASES. She found herself growing angry.

She realized then that she was still holding the tray she had been sent in with.

“Biscuits?” she asked through he gritted teeth.

“Oh just save us the trouble and thrown them.”

“Excuse me?” Molly replied.

“You’re angry with me. The last time I was using you slapped me. Three times to be precise. So get it out of your system so we can move forward.” He countered, calmly.

“Why. Is. Everything. A goddamned game with you!?” Molly responded, her voice starting to rise.

“Oh I assure you that this is a matter of like and death.”

“Yes. Sherlock. Yours! If you keep on like this you will die!” Molly was yelling now, and felt the tears beginning to well up in her eyes. She slammed the tray down on the nearest table. “Don’t you care about that?”

“I do not believe this will kill me Molly. I am very careful with the amounts I take. This is for a case. A life will be saved.” Sherlock had walked towards her as he was speaking, now arm’s reach away. “Please. Just trust me.”

“Do you know how many bodies I have to cut into every week because somebody thought they knew they could handle it? People who OD? People who drive drunk? No one ever think it can happen to them.  But since you’re Sherlock fucking Holmes you won’t believe anyone other than yourself!” Molly was full blown screaming now. “And if you die from being a total idiot, because THAT is what you are acting like right now, what about John?”

“John hates me right now.” Sherlock cut her off, his voice becoming shaky.

“What about Mrs. Hudson?  And Me? And what about Rosie? Hmmm? Your Goddaughter is downstairs while you are up here in your glorified crackhouse. You took an oath Sherlock. I know you don’t believe in God, but I can’t believe that the oath you took that day doesn’t mean something to you. Do not let that little girl lose another person Sherlock!” Molly had closed the distance between them now and was shaking with anger as she looked up at Sherlock. His façade was cracking.

“Stop it!” he yelped “Please just stop it. He pressed his fingers to his temples, and breathed deeply, trying to keep the tears back. “Molly. Just believe me when I say this. Trust me. What I am doing is for John. It is for Rosie. It is for.” His voice caught in his throat and cracked “Mary.”

Molly found herself chest to chest with Sherlock. He was crying. Sherlock Holmes cried?

He continued. “Just please,” he pulled Molly close, “please keep looking after Rosie and Mrs. Hudson. I know I’ve been rubbish since Mary died. So has John. You’ve kept everyone together. Please. Just a little longer. Things can be like they used to be.”

Molly felt his hot, tears making the top of her head damp. She wrapped her arms around him. She had no idea what he was talking about. Seeing him like this scared her.

Molly stood there, rubbing his back awkwardly. She had imagined moments like this, but never envisioned them happening like this.  She wished she could tell him everything would be ok but she knew better. Things never just went ok for Sherlock Holmes.  Murderers followed him around, people killed their friends, and sociopaths even tried to get her involved in their schemes. Molly sighed.

“Can you at least tell me what’s going on? Please? Maybe I can help? I’ve helped before.” Molly offered.

“I don’t want to involve you. You have Rosie to look after.” He responded quietly.

“Me, Mrs. Hudson, and Harry all take turns. And I hate seeing you like this. Please. Let me help you.” Molly’s anger was starting to wane, replaced by a deep sadness for her friend who didn’t feel like he could share his burdens with anyone.

“I need you to meet me with an ambulance at a house in Brixton next week. John will be there. There won’t be anything dangerous. Just show up ready to do doctor things.”

“Sherlock? I’m a pathologist. John’s a doctor. Why would I need to be the one examining>”

“John will still be angry and he won’t trust anyone else. Not for what you will need to do.” Sherlock responded.

“What will I need to do?” Molly responded, peeling herself away from Sherlock, using every bit of self-restraint she possessed.

Sherlock refused to make eye contact with her.

“Sherlock?” Molly asked again, skepticism filling her voice.

“I will be very…altered. You will need to do my bloodwork.”

“Jesus Christ Sherlock. We just talked about this!” Molly felt the anger and the tears starting up again.

“I will be doing this with or without your help Molly.” Sherlock said, his voice slowly regaining the smooth composure it normally had.

Molly looked away. “Fine. But you should come down and see Rosie while you’re in your right mind. And Mrs. Hudson too. She’s worried to death about you.”

“Molly I..”he started to protest.

Molly held her hand up to silence him “No. You don’t get to keep making one sided deals with me. I’ve been your secret keeper before and I’ve never asked you for anything. You are going to march down there, you are going to apologize to Mrs. Hudson, you are going to play with Rosie and see how adorable she is dressed up for Halloween, and you are going to take our picture together because I want a damn picture of me and my Goddaughter and you will not complain about any of it.”

Sherlock stood there, realizing he had nothing to argue with. She was right. She had been a supportive friend and ally to him all these years. A constant source of stability and friendship.

“Right. Let’s go. By the way, what exactly are you supposed to be? That wig is damn itchy.”

Molly gave a small smile, it was all she could muster given the solemnity of their discussion.

“It’s from a Disney movie.” Molly responded quietly.

“I have no idea what that means.”

They went downstairs and had tea with Mrs. Hudson. Sherlock let her fuss over him like he hadn’t since Mary died. Sherlock played peekaboo with Rosie and snapped some photos of Molly and Rosie as Anna and Elsa. Mrs. Hudson insisted on taking one of the three of them. In the photo, Molly is holding Rosie, Sherlock has his arm around Molly. Sherlock covertly sent a copy to himself from Mrs. Hudson’s phone and looks at it all the time. He knows in two weeks, everything will change again. What he doesn’t know is: an east wind is coming.#