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Little Molly’s eyes had fallen on him, she did not stare through him as many had often had before her. No, this child’s gaze fell squarely upon him and held a steady inquisitive look, there was no sign of fear within her eyes. What must he look like to her? Surely not the stereotypical black robes and skeleton humanity had envisioned him as; she was far too young to think of such crude and unoriginal visions. Death stared back at her, before giving her a small wave.

Molly did not smile, merely furrowed her brow before she went back to reading with her mother. Mrs. Hooper’s voice had grown softer, weaker and yet she was still trying for her daughter.

Death and the Maiden by D_Ververs

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"Sit there, please. I'll just get the first aid kit. Your nose looks disgusting." She murmured as she walked off to her office on the other side of the morgue.

He laughed.

Sherlock wanted someone to kill him.

Anderson's laugh was grinding on his nerves.

Sherlock would have told them to stop it and get back to work had he not wanted to know what it was they had between them.

It was irritating him.

He couldn't figure it out.

Blushing Proposals

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"Congratulations! You're having triplets." the doctor says of triumph, as if he had contributed to the fact that she's housing three children inside her. "You really dodged a bullet there. Can you imagine raising four children at the same time?"

She could only stare in horror at that, while Sherlock looked more than up for the challenge and replies with an enthusiastic "I could raise an armada should the need arise."

One in Eight Thousand

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Come on, Molly. If you are actually humiliating yourself that much for sexual release, at least make the most out of it and have fun. And on second thoughts, why can't you just have fun with me?

Because you are no fun, mate….

Not now, John.

….and you are married to your work.

I am simply ignoring you.

Scientifically Speaking

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Catherine yawned and sleepily batted her eyes open. It took his breath away.

Her eyes were blue.

His heart pounded in his chest, mouth going dry as he stared down at the eyes that were nearly the same shade as his own. Molly's were brown as were William's yet the infant's was clearly blue. Palms sweating, he rubbed them against his suit jacket and panicked and hoped vainly.

"Her eyes are blue."

Mary laughed, eyes dancing as she played with Catherine's little foot. "Of course they are, silly! Most babies are born with blue eyes. They'll darken up soon enough. To brown maybe like your Mummy and Dada?"

There was no reason for the pain in his chest to nearly overwhelm him, but it did. Stiffly, he gathered up his coat and marched from the room not even bothering to mutter a goodbye.

"What's the matter with him?" William asked as he stomped away. There was only concern in his voice. There was no bounds for his hatred of that man.

"Too much baby, probably," Molly said with a chuckle. "Honestly, I'm surprised he stuck around as long as he did."

That hurt. More than the fact that Catherine's eyes would not remain blue. Texting Lestrade to demand a case, he burst out into the streets of London and put all thoughts of babies that shared his eyes and Molly's face out of his mind.

Second Chances

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"So, you assumed that I was the one who ended things. I thought that the great consulting detective never assumes. But, ah, of course! Your logical reasoning is just as big as your ego, so you felt confident in coming to the conclusion that I ended things with Tom because poor little me just couldn't get over you."

Her gaze turned sharply to John who, unfortunately, looked just as guilty as Sherlock. Her face became even more angry and now disappointment and hurt were added. "You too, huh? I bet everybody else who knows me jumped to that conclusion. Just because Tom was tall, pale, had curly hair and a long winter coat? Like millions of other men in the world? Well, let me clue you two idiots into a fact that you are somehow completely oblivious to."

Her gaze turned back to the detective, who seemed to be trying to sink as low into his chair as he could.

"Not everything revolves around Sherlock Holmes."

What Your Heart Fears But Needs to Know by Bellarsam Christjulittle

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Still smiling, but more gently, Peter turned his hands around so that his fingers were laced with his daughter's, he spoke again. "My darling, I think I am probably going to go tonight."

Molly froze, then opened her mouth—whether to deny the inevitable or to beg, Sherlock couldn't tell. But her father continued before she could speak.

"No, no, listen to me, please. I want you to know that I am so proud of you, and I will always be proud of you. And I need to ask something of you. You and I are all each other has had for twenty years now. I know it was lonely sometimes with just your old dad for company. But what makes you beautiful, my Molly, is that your heart is so big. And while I imagine you're in for some lonelier times once I'm gone, I only ask that someday you find someone to love. Who loves you. Because you deserve all the love in the world."

Peter cleared his throat as he looked at his silently weeping daughter.

"I don't have much reason to be sad. I've had such a wonderful life, and I got to see you grow into the smart, beautiful woman that you are. But I have sometimes had the worry that you have a tendency to put your own life on hold to care for me, even before I got sick. And I can only feel relief that maybe this will be a turning point for you.

His Own Heart Laughed

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“You don’t enjoy penetration,” Sherlock translates flatly, and there’s not a whit of confusion or disappointment in his tone.

“I really don’t,” she admits, blushing sadly.

There is a lopsided, uncertain pause when she thinks he is going to get out of bed, but --

“I won’t suffer for it,” Sherlock says then, in the same flat (almost clinical) tone.

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