hk0:don't take her nodding

  • *4.20am*
  • Molly: *snoring*
  • -phone buzzes-
  • Molly: *jerks awake; gropes for her phone*
  • Your arse bothers me. SH
  • Molly: *confused; typing* It's four in the morning. MHx
  • It still bothers me. SH
  • Molly: *sighs* Why? MHx
  • Because it's cute. SH
  • Molly: *raises an eyebrow* Okay. MHx
  • Want to touch it. SH
  • Molly: *smiles* Where are you? MHx
  • Not sure. It's dark. Someone's cat is here. SH
  • Molly: *groans; gets out of bed, puts on a dressing gown and leaves her bedroom*
  • Sherlock: *lying on her sofa; nodding off with his phone in his hand and Toby in his lap*
  • Molly: *folds her arms* How did you get in?
  • Sherlock: *sits up; grins* Molly! You came.
  • Molly: *giggles* Come on *holds out her hand*
  • Sherlock: *takes her hand; yawns* Are we going to touch each other's butts now?
  • Molly: *shakes her head* The case went well, I see.
The One with the Dinner Party
  • *dinner at 221B*
  • Mycroft: *nonchalantly* Sherlock, do you remember when you got high in college?
  • Mummy & Daddy Holmes: *look up* What?!
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: *hisses* You little snitch! *sighs* Alright, fine...it's true. I had a...drug problem.
  • Mummy Holmes: *sighs* Oh, William...
  • Mycroft: *smug* And your stolen science magazines, Daddy. Not the postman.
  • Mummy & Daddy Holmes: *glare at Sherlock*
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: *puts down his cutlery* And I suppose the freak storm of '84 broke the garden swing, Mycroft?
  • Mummy & Daddy Holmes: *look at Mycroft, disappointed*
  • Molly, John & Mary: *exchange glances*
  • Mycroft: *frowning* Sherlock has been sleeping with Molly for eight months.
  • Molly: *chokes on her drink*
  • Mummy & Daddy Holmes: *delighted* Oh, my God...
  • Sherlock: *wide-eyed* Mycroft is living with his PA!
  • Mummy Holmes: *grins* Anthea? Oh, I like her...
  • Mycroft: *now standing* Sherlock is planning to propose to Molly on their case trip next week!
  • Sherlock: *on his feet; quickly* Oh, God, shut up!
  • Mummy & Daddy Holmes: *exchange glances*
  • Mary: *sighs* I love James Dean.
  • John: *whispers* Isn't he dead, love?
  • Greg: *reading the recipe magazine* Uh, Mary...I don’t think lamb goes in that pudding.
  • Baby Watson: *pounding the table* I wanna gooooooo!
  • Mummy Holmes: *rubbing her temples* That’s a lot of information to get in in thirty seconds! *shakes her head* Alright you two... *gestures at Mary and Greg* of course you weren’t supposed to put lamb in the pudding. It was bloody awful.
  • Greg: *mutters* Told you.
  • Mummy Holmes: *looks to Sherlock* William, why you felt you had to hide the fact that you were in an important relationship is beyond me.
  • Daddy Holmes: *to Mycroft* And the swing was pretty obvious, son.
  • Mummy Holmes: *darkly* Don't think you've gotten away with the drugs, either.
  • Sherlock & Mycroft: *bow their heads*
  • Mummy Holmes: *smiles, holds Molly's hand* Molly, sweetheart. You’ve been sleeping with him all these months, stayed through the drug problems...
  • Sherlock: *rolls his eyes*
  • Mummy Holmes: *beaming* Well, I don’t know what to say. You’re a wonderful human being.
  • Molly: *blushes* Thank you.
  • Daddy Holmes: No! Thank you! *hugs her; turns to his sons* Sherlock, Mycroft! I don’t know what I’m going to do with the pair of you!
  • Molly: *in a parent-like tone* I’ll talk to them.