He hadn’t known what to say when Arthur had dropped the small ball of fur in his lap.
Snoopadoop had a litter of six but no one had wanted this one, Arthur went on to explain but Carolyn had insisted that one dog in the house was quite enough and so wouldn’t it be brilliant if Martin had a puppy?
Martin hadn’t known how to respond to it exactly and before he could protest that he couldn’t afford to have a pet, that there were about a million reasons why he shouldn’t have one, Arthur had bounded away, leaving Martin alone with the small creature.
It had all it’s shots and everything else that was necessary but a home Carolyn had managed to communicate to him, and the tiny thing had nestled against his chest already, whimpering a bit before settling against him with a sigh, and at that moment Martin was loathed to let it go.
And so it was that he was now picking up the white and ginger spotted pup, holding it as it had become his custom close to his chest. It yipped at him before sticking out its small tongue and licking his chin. Martin chuckled at the easy affection given by the small animal, rubbing its head.
“Well now, I think it’s about time we gave you a proper name, don’t you think?”
And if anyone needs a puppy, it’s Martin.
It wasn’t a terribly good plan, but she had to admit that it had gone off much better than she (or even Sherlock had anticipated). She watched carefully as John managed to pick himself off the floor and run over to Sherlock, every indication of things being on track.
Still, she thought as she began to quickly dismantle the riffle, it didn’t hurt to make sure. Jim’s body would still be on the roof and in the fuss below, she had about twenty minutes before anyone from the Yard went looking and she had a job to finish.
In this particular version of things, Molly’s got her own agenda: taking down Moriarty, who was responsible for her father’s death.
“So, Doctor Holmes, how does it feel to finally retire?”
“Very good, Mister Holmes. But I know that there’s nothing you like better, since you’ve been pestering me to do it for ages.”
“Well, you were always complaining that you didn’t have any time. Now you have loads of it. What shall you do now?”
“I think…it might be time for an adventure.”
Prompt: Older Sherlolly.
I think I have to explain how much I love this idea (Clare knows ALL about this). I also really like the idea of Molly having taken ownership of Sherlock’s belstaff eventually, even if it’s looking a bit worse for wear, she’d still use it all the time.
“You really need to stop reading over my shoulder.”
“I’m not reading over your shoulder. I’m laying on it and therefore reading along just fine.”
“Oh, just…shut up.”
Prompt: Sherlolly; Molly taking care of Sherlock while he’s sick. But that didn’t work out because she just ended up catching his cold and now they’re both rather grumpy.
“Sherlock, I was so scared.”
“Don’t cry, darling. I’m fine. Please don’t cry.”
Prompt: Sherlolly; comfort.
There’s a story here, I just know it.
“Yes, I think you’ll do nicely.”
Sherlock and Toby. This tickles me more than you know.
“Darling, how do you feel about staying in tonight?”
Prompt: Rule 63!Sherlolly being cuddly.
If you think I can resist that, you don’t know me at all.
Fill for the cottoncandy_bingo BINGO CARD
It had started innocently enough, or at least that’s what she told herself.
It was bold for her to have written him that first letter, to leave it sitting beside him on the park bench while he looked to be in some sort of intense concentration.
She’d blushed and nearly gone back for it (his eyes had been closed, fingers steepled under his chin, top hat nearly hiding his face completely), but she’d walked briskly back home and up to her room, feeling faint but strangely proud of herself.
When she didn’t see him again for nearly a month, Molly squashed her disappointment, doing her best not to let it get to her, even if the thought of the mysterious gentleman with the blue eyes she’d seen in her turns about the park still made her heart flutter as if on wings. Logically, she knew it had been a long shot to begin with, it’s not like she’d signed her name on the letter she’d left, and his eyes HAD been closed that day…
So it came as a shock—near panic that had left her frozen in place— when he suddenly materialized before her as she turned around the corner from St Barts hospital. He hadn’t said a word, simply loomed before her for a moment, scrutinizing her with those clear blue eyes before thrusting a letter under her nose and turning abruptly away from her, disappearing into the oncoming fog.
Molly had somehow managed to make it up to her room before shakily breaking the seal on the letter, her eyes flying over the writing inside and feeling her smile grow as she completed it.
She would come to memorize that first letter, first of many that were exchanged between them, rules of society making their exchanges brief and indirect, with the added benefit of mystery to their…relationship.
They’d found common ground in, of all things, the study of science. She wasn’t as well versed as he was, obviously, but he seemed eager to share, the list of books he left for her had her pouring into unseemly hours of the evening in the archives of the library. Their letter became thicker and thicker, more and more frequent as they delved into further topics of psychology and philosophy and she’d surprised him with her knowledge of rare diseases.
And then one day, it happened.
He’d passed her the thinnest letter she’d gotten from him in months, wondering at the tip of his hat as he’d passed. She hadn’t made it home before opening it, her eyes flitting over the words before letting out a short laugh. She looked back in the direction he’d disappeared in, biting her bottom lip to surpress her smile. Tucking the letter safely into her belt, Molly made her way back home. She had preparations to make.
I am in need of an assistant.
The name is Sherlock Holmes.
The address is 221B Baker Street.
I have a serious weakness for Victorian!Sherlolly. Because…well, LOOK AT THEM.
“Sherlock, this isn’t how you play hide-and-seek. You’re not meant to hide with the person who’s It.”
“It took a lot of convincing to even get you to be It. We’re not going to waste it.”
Prompt: Sherlock and Molly; hide and seek.
I fully believe that this year, Molly will have a red velvet dress and force Sherlock to spend time with her family….
“There’s so many of them!”
“Pick one, little Molly. Any one you like, and we’ll be off!”
Prompt: Eleven & Molly
Finally getting to an ancient prompt that was gathering dust in my inbox. I also love the idea of little Molly travelling with the Doctor. Ask me about my headcanon…