Sherlolly, 4, pretty please. Cause teacher/single parent au's give me life!
It takes her two knocks to answer the door.
“Mr Holmes.” Scruffier than her usual neat appearance, with eyebrows raised high, her clothing isn’t based on fruit but cartoon cats. A real-life version shoots past her legs into the house, a sleek grey line of fur sliding between the gap of the door. His son’s primary school teacher sinks her features into a frown, perhaps fully registering his presence for the first time.
“How did you get hold of my address?”
Sherlock holds up the reason for his visit. She stares at the proffered stack of paper in surprise.
“Marcus’ science homework.”
“I marked it, yes.”
“I made a few adjustments.”
She opens the door a little wider, adopting the stance of a teacher, a straight back and blank face only slightly exasperated. “Mr Holmes, though I know parents do help their children with their homework on occasion, official policy does state that children complete assignments on their own—”
“To your marking.”
She blinks. Offence crosses into the teacherly expression.
He takes back the paper, scanning through it. “You mentioned here somewhere that a discussion of the Coronal heating problem was not necessary for the homework you set. You set a question about planetary orbit, did you not?”
“Ah, you also mention that discussion of the cause of the Maunder Minimum is irrelevant—”
She scoffs, cutting him off. “I never said that!”
Before he can reply, she grabs the paper from him, scanning the neatly typed up words. “If you actually look at my markings, I said – wait – why have you written wrong across it? In all capitals?”
“Because your theory was wrong.”
“I was positing an alternative! And,” she breathes, gathering her composure, “if we could return to the actual point – look, what I said here. ‘This is very interesting, but isn’t related to the question.”
“The Maunder Minimum is extremely relevant to the question.”
“If you’re writing a university physics paper, Mr Holmes, yes. However, your son is in Year 4. The Maunder Minimum isn’t on the—” She comes to an abrupt stop, glancing behind him. He turns, eyebrow raised. An elderly woman, curlers in her hair, is staring at them from the doorway house opposite, frowning with disapproval in her prune-like face.
“I could hear you two over my television programme,” she says, sniffing and glaring. Molly shrinks under the admonishment.
“Apologies Mrs Fenwick,” Molly replies, her hand grabbing his arm. With surprising strength, she tugs him into the house, shutting the door, giving a wave to the disapproving neighbour. “Sorry!”
She turns on him, and all argument fades from her face. He chuckles, the chuckle becoming a full-blown laugh.
“Shut up,” she says, throwing herself forward and wrapping her arms around his neck. He catches her with ease, letting his laugh fade as he kisses her. She eyes him when they pull apart.
“Did you really have to lecture me about my marking on my doorstep?”
“I came over earlier, noted your delightful Mrs Fenwick hadn’t fallen asleep yet.” Sherlock shrugs. “A necessary precaution. As was, I assume, your pointed question about me getting hold of your address?”
“You’re not the only one concerned about neighbours. Seriously, though – Marcus is a child genius, but you’ve got to slow him down.” Molly skillfully ignores his wandering hands as she speaks, so he kisses her neck. She moans, but pushes her hands lightly against his chest. “The other kids feel like morons. And I work in a school that caters specifically for child geniuses.”
“It doesn’t help that he’s got Sherlock Holmes for a father,” she adds, though her playful smile gives her away.
“I’ll talk to him. Now – shall we argue until your neighbour falls asleep or go upstairs?”
Molly answers him by grabbing his hand and leading him upstairs to the back bedroom. Removing his coat, making to remove her dressing gown, he kisses her, nibbling on her bottom lip.
“I really do have some queries about your marking, however, Miss Hooper.”
Molly unceremoniously pushes him onto her bed in reply. “We’ll discuss them later.”