I’m a longtime fan of Granada Holmes and I’ve been a fan of BBC Sherlock for years, so it was inevitable that I’d want to match Jeremy Brett’s Sherlock with Molly Hooper.
This blog is to celebrate that ship, which I dubbed Granada Sherlolly, and also Granada Holmes, one of the best Sherlock Holmes productions ever.
Molly Holmes could only watch helplessly as her husband fell into a large mud puddle while in pursuit of a murderer. Said murderer, a young man not wanting to wait to inherit his father’s fortune, was quickly apprehended by a member of the local constabulary while Molly helped Sherlock to his feet. He was soaked to the bone in dirty, chilly water and he immediately started sneezing.
“Let’s get you out of those clothes,” she said sympathetically.
“How fortunate to have a wife who is always so eager to undress me,” Sherlock muttered even as his teeth chattered.
Molly fondly rolled her eyes but said nothing until they were back at their room at the inn. After filling the bathtub, she helped her poor, miserable husband out of his sodden and filthy clothes then he slowly climbed into the tub and let out a relieved sigh.
She knelt beside the tub, smiling at him fondly. “I bet that feels good after being so cold.”
“It feels like heaven,” he murmured then he smirked at her. “Would you care to join me?”
Molly eyed the water, which was quickly turning brown. “Perhaps next time.” Once he was sufficiently warm, she gently washed his hair and back. “As much as I love touching you, this isn’t what I imagined when I thought about telling you I’m expecting.” She gasped softly when she realized what she’d let out. “Oh God…”
Sherlock turned to face her, his eyes wide as he assessed her. “How did I not see it before? I must be slipping.”
“Hush, you’re nothing of the kind,” she murmured. “You’ve simply been very busy lately. We both have – I missed the signs at first myself and I’m a doctor.” She bit her lip, an old habit, before murmuring, “Sherlock, are you … happy about this?”
“I can’t say I’m happy that you agreed to come on a case knowing you are enceinte.” He reached out to take her hand in his as he smiled softly. “However, I am very happy to learn we are going to be parents.” His smile widened to a grin. “We certainly tried often enough.”
Happiness bubbled up inside her like champagne and she giggled as she squeezed his hand. “Just because we succeeded, that doesn’t mean we should stop ‘trying.’ In fact, I’d like to ‘try’ again as soon as you are out of that tub.”
Sherlock chuckled. “Then I propose we ‘try’ often as we won’t have nearly as many chances after our child is born.”
Molly lowered her head to murmur in his ear, “I wouldn’t say that – if we want something enough, we’ll find a way.”