Q:Alright here's a prompt for you- pic or words, your choice: Molly catches Sherlock doing something.
It had been a long week at St Barts and Molly wasn’t entirely sure she remembered what daylight looked like.
She contemplated warily just what advantages there would be to actually becoming a vampire as she entered her flat, greeted immediately by Toby weaving between her legs.
Just as she picked him up, she heard what sounded like splashing coming from her bathroom.
Any semblance of fatigue vanished as Molly felt a rush of adrenaline. Ever since Sherlock had “died”, she had grown justifiably paranoid that someone in Moriarty’s network would catch up with her. Carefully, she put Toby down, and quietly grabbed the iron poker from the fireplace and tip toed her way down the hall towards her bathroom.
Careful not to alert any intruder(s) to her presence, she slowly pushed open the door…
..to find Sherlock Holmes. In her tub. Having a bubble bath.
“Sherlock?!” she found herself exclaiming, the iron poker still held tightly in her hand.
“Ah, you’re home,” he said calmly, not as if he hadn’t disappeared from her life for the last month and a half without a word.
“Sherlock,” Molly was at a loss just which of all the hundreds of things she wanted to say to him to actually say so she settled for, “Is that a rubber duck?”
Sherlock had the decency to look a bit uncomfortable. “It’s an experiment.”
“Right,” Molly nodded and turned away, shutting the door firmly behind her.
It was such a Sherlock thing to say and do that Molly couldn’t help herself. She let out a giggle. The more she thought about it, the harder she was laughing, collapsing on the floor by the door, the exhaustion of the week and the sheer relief to see that Sherlock was not only alive and well but so unchanged just overwhelmed her.
For a moment she wondered what he would say if she walked back in there and offered to join him.
(((This may or may not be a companion fic for this sketch.)))