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NEW SCOTLAND YARD, 10PM...

At the station, John and Lestrade sat with the families of Annie Bridges and Arnold Peterson.  They had just found out that the killer of their loved ones had been caught and would be facing trial in China for murders they’d committed there and for Annie and Arnold’s murders.

“At least my dad can rest in peace.”  Mr. Peterson’s son breathed, while his sister started to sob tears of relief in his arms.

“My poor baby... She didn’t deserve this.” Mrs. Bridges wept while her two surviving children hugged her comfortingly, shedding their own tears for their late sister.

Lestrade shook Mr. Bridges’ hand.  “Once again, I’m so sorry for your loss.  I was a big fan of your daughter’s work.” he apologised.

“Thank you, Inspector.  It makes me happy to know that my little girl was loved by so many.” Mr. Bridges replied, clearly relieved that his daughter’s killer had been found.

John shook James’ hand.  “At least now you can sleep a little easier at night, Mr. Stone.” he smiled sympathetically.

James nodded.  “If you and Mr. Holmes hadn’t solved the case, I don’t know what I’d have done...  I just hope Annie’s happy wherever she is now.” he sighed.  Dark shadows were visible beneath his eyes and he was physically and mentally exhausted.

John nodded in understanding.  “If you ever need our help again, you know where to find Sherlock.” he replied.

Once the two families had gone to finally get a chance to grieve, Lestrade ran his hand through his hair.  “I hope that Stone guy’s gonna be alright.  He clearly loved Annie.” he sighed with a sad smile.

“So do I, Greg.  So do I...” John nodded.  After a brief silence, he turned to the inspector.  “I don’t know about you, but I could really use a coffee.” he began.

“Sounds like a plan.  It’s been a long night for both of us.” Lestrade chuckled, walking with the former army doctor to get some coffee.
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TWO WEEKS LATER; MOLLY’S FLAT, 7:30PM...

Molly was pacing around in her front room.  She was clearly nervous, and for good reason; tonight was the night of the “social experiment”, and at the moment, the pathologist was mentally thinking about any worst possible situations that could occur.

Watching her pace backwards and forwards was Mary, whose eyes darted from right to left, left to right and so on.  “For crying out loud, Molly, get it together!  You’re starting to make me motion sick!” she exclaimed in frustration finally.

“Sorry, it’s just... I’ve been dreaming about this night for years, and I... I don’t want to ruin it.” Molly apologised.  She’d dressed in the black and white dress from that disastrous Christmas party, and it didn’t help that things had been strangely awkward between her and Sherlock since the incident with Lien.

Mary sighed and got out from where she was sitting, Toby immediately jumping into the spot and making himself comfortable.  “I know, Molls.  But, look on the bright side; you won’t have to dream about it anymore!” she beamed, trying to make her feel better.  She rested her hands on Molly’s shoulders.  “Now, repeat after me; I am a beautiful woman.” she began, making sure she had the nervous woman’s attention.

“What’re you doing?” Molly asked, looking confused.

“Just repeat what I say!  “I am a beautiful woman”.” Mary answered.

Molly took a deep breath.  “I am a beautiful woman...” she breathed.

“I am successful and good at what I do.”

“I am successful and good at what I do.”

“I am going to make sure Sherlock Holmes gets the surprise of his life.”

Molly looked suspicious at Mary’s choice of words.  “Mary, you do know he’d deduct me, my dress style and my manners in just seconds, right?” she asked.

I am going to make sure Sherlock Holmes gets the surprise of his life!” Mary repeated through gritted teeth.

“I-I am going to make sure Sherlock Holmes gets the surprise of his life.” Molly replied.

“And I will not care what that sod says whatsoever!” Mary concluded.

“And I will not care what that sod says whatsoever!” Molly exclaimed, adding emphasis on the last word.

“Atta girl, now let’s take a good look in a mirror, shall we?” Mary encouraged, taking Molly to a nearby mirror.

Molly looked at her reflection.  “Well... how do I look?” she asked.

The former assassin gave her friend a motherly smile.  “You look like a woman who’s about to make her biggest wish come true.  Knock him dead!” she answered.

“Can’t promise you anything, but I’ll try.” Molly giggled.  She looked at the clock and ran to grab her coat.  “Wish me luck!  And thanks for taking care of Toby while I’m out!” she called as she made her way downstairs.

“No worries; have fun!” Mary answered, waving her off.  Once the front door had closed, she turned to the very content cat relaxing on the couch.  “Well... It looks like it’s just you and me for now, Tobes.” she chuckled.
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Molly soon arrived at the restaurant Sherlock had made their meeting point.  She saw him waiting in his usual coat and scarf and waved over to him to try to catch his attention.  “Sherlock!” she called.

Sherlock looked over when he heard her voice and checked his watch.  “You are exactly on time, Dr. Hooper.  You seem eager to get this experiment over with as soon as you can.” he began, having started his deductions already.

“Right... of course.  So...shall we go in?” she asked, handbag in hand.

“Very well, though I trust you have brought a notepad in order to record your findings?” he answered.  She nodded, and Sherlock led them inside.  “The owner owes me a favour after I disproved his involvement in a robbery.” he explained.

“I see... Well, it’s good to know that clients appreciate you.” Molly smiled kindly.  She was quietly pinching herself to check she wasn’t dreaming.

“Yes, all for sentimental reasons of course.”  Sherlock answered, turning to the maître d'.  “We have a booking for a table for two; surname Holmes.” he began.

“Ah yes, of course.  This way, Mr. Holmes.” the man answered, checking his list of reservations. He led the detective and the pathologist to a table that was far from the other diners.

“Goodness; dinner by candlelight.  Isn’t that nice, Sherlock?” Molly smiled, seeing that there two candles lit on the table.  She thanked the maître d' and took her seat.  Carefully, she removed her coat and hung it on the back of her seat.

Sherlock looked over and immediately recognised the dress.  For a moment, a look of regret crossed his face as he thought back to the Christmas party; the look of utter sadness on Molly’s face at his deductions still clear in his head.  “I see you’re wearing that dress again...” he began.

“Oh, yes... Is that going to be a problem?” Molly asked, looking worried.

“No, it’s... fine.” he replied, turning his attention to one of the menus.

Molly looked relieved and also started to look through a menu.  “Wow... There’s so much choice in here.  I don’t know where to start!” she breathed.

The owner of the restaurant saw Sherlock and came over to greet him.  “Mr. Holmes, so good to see you again!” he grinned.

Sherlock gave him a small nod in greeting.  “It would seem that your brief stint with the law has done nothing to harm your business, Claudio.” he replied coolly.

“And I see you’ve found yourself a girlfriend.” Claudio smiled, gesturing towards Molly.
Molly looked embarrassed at Claudio’s statement.  “Oh no, no, I’m not his girlfriend!  I-I’m just...” she began, blushing.

“She is my pathologist and my companion for the evening.  Our relationship is one that is strictly business, Claudio.” Sherlock answered, seeing that she was feeling rather on the spot.

“Ah, shame.  You two actually would make quite a couple.  But, never mind.  The food and drink are on the house tonight.” the restaurateur beamed.  “You two let one of the waiters know what you want, and I’ll make sure they’re cooked to perfection.” he added.

“Alright, thank you.” Molly smiled politely.  As soon as he was gone, she looked towards Sherlock.  “Is that what you think about me, Sherlock?” she asked quietly.

Sherlock looked over to her.  “You’re upset that I see you as only a friend.” he replied.

“What?  N-No, but... Oh, never mind.  Let’s just order something and eat.” she mumbled, turning back to her menu.

But the detective knew that something was on her mind.  “Molly, you are clearly upset about something.  If it is something I’ve done, at least say it to me directly.” he began.

Molly’s hands started to shake a little and she let out a faint chuckle.  “You... You don’t get it, do you?!  I’ve been trying my hardest to show you how much you mean to me for years, yet you still don’t understand it!” she exclaimed.

Sherlock looked somewhat alarmed.  “Molly, you may need to lower your voice.  You’re catching unnecessary attention.” he whispered, trying to spare her any embarrassment.

“I don’t care!  I’m way past caring now!  I-I’m in love with you, you bloody idiot!  I’ve loved you since the day I met you.  Even when I got engaged to Tom, I couldn’t shut off my feelings for you!” she cried, sounding like she was close to tears now.

Sherlock watched her in silence, trying to take in Molly’s sudden confession.  He could see the pain in her expression.  She’d been holding back everything she’d felt about him, and now they were like a geyser that had just burst out of her.  “Molly...” he began.

“What, Sherlock?!” she snapped.  She turned and saw that most of the diners were staring at her.  Looking down, she slunk back into her seat.
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The rest of the night was painfully awkward for both Sherlock and Molly.  Molly hadn’t said a word to Sherlock aside from brief comments about their food since her sudden confession about her love for him, and Sherlock was trying to process the same confession through his mind palace.  Eventually, they arrived outside the building where Molly lived.
“See you later, Sherlock.” Molly sighed quietly as she climbed out of the cab and made her way to the front door.

Sherlock climbed out of the cab as well.  “Molly, wait...” he began.

“It’s alright, Sherlock.  I-I just had a moment of weakness, that’s all.  I’m fine, really.” she interrupted.

The detective suddenly took her hand.  “Molly, you should know that... both Mycroft and I view sentimentality as a weakness.  However; unlike my brother, I am starting to better my understanding about it with John and Mary’s assistance.” he began.

Molly looked confused.  “I-I don’t understand...” she blinked.

“When you were took that bullet that Lien shot at me, I was in complete disarray.  Nothing has made me act like this... except for you, Molly.” he sighed.

The pathologist’s expression was still one of confusion.  “Sherlock, what’re you trying to say?” she asked.

“Lately, my body has begun to react differently whenever I am around you.  At first I believed that it was either stress or some underlying illness.  However, after John gave me some pointers in the right direction, I now realise that these reactions can only be attributed to something that my mind palace has yet to fully comprehend; love.” Sherlock explained, making sure he held her gaze as he spoke.

“Sherlock...” she began, covering her mouth.

“I am the only consulting detective in the world; I am antisocial, unable to understand the most basic of emotions... and a “bloody idiot”.  My mind palace is a place where I hold the most valuable information; but I know that there is one person I know who can be able to bring some source of light to it; you.  I may not be able to understand how I feel about you, but I can try to understand; for you, Molly Hooper.” he promised.

Molly’s eyes filled with tears and she started to laugh with happiness.  “That... is the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me.” she cried.

Sherlock gently stroked her tears away and then gently kissed her on the lips.  It was surprisingly tender and not too short or too long, and Molly could feel herself melting under his kiss.  After a minute or so, he gently pulled away and straightened up.  “Alright, Dr. Hooper, what are your findings for our experiment?” he asked.

“W-Well, I’d say we hit a rough patch, but we got there in the end.  How about you?” she asked, clearing her throat.

“I believe that this experiment, despite the negative mood towards the end, was a success.” he answered.

“So... do you think we can work then?” she asked, looking at him with hope.

“Is that a subtle way of asking me out on a “date”, Dr. Hooper?” Sherlock chuckled.

Molly giggled.  “Why, I do believe I am, Mr. Holmes!” she replied.  She let him take her into his arms and rest his forehead gently on hers.  “Goodnight, Sherlock...” she whispered.

“Goodnight, Molly.” he replied.  After he gave her a quick kiss goodnight, he started to make his way back to Baker Street.  He knew that when the two would announce to their friends that they were now a couple that both Mrs. Hudson and John would be pleased for them, but Mary would be especially thrilled.

And as he headed home, he had a small smile on his face.  Whatever challenges he and Molly would face in their relationship, they would meet head on, for Molly would teach the consulting detective a new lesson; that sentimentality... was a strength.

The End
Sherlock: The Daughter of Red CHAPTER 13
Set a few years after the events of The Blind Banker and just after His Last Vow. The Black Lotus Tong have returned, this time with a new leader and a new motive; revenge. But what will happen when the lives of those dearest to Sherlock are put in danger, especially a certain pathologist? Sherlock x Molly

This is my first fanfic for the Sherlock series, so I hope I did ok! It was mostly looking for Shelock x Molly fan art that gave me the idea to write a story. For those of you who haven't watched the series, this will contain some spoilers for the show, so read at your own risk!

With that in mind, I hope you guys enjoy it!

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CHAPTER 1: fav.me/d8ep9xt

Sherlock series and characters (c) BBC, Steven Moffat and Mark Gatiss
Original Sherlock Holmes stories and characters (c) Arthur Conan Doyle
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At the same time, John had climbed out of the cab and was heading into the building.  As he entered, he heard a loud bang; one that sounded very ominous to the former soldier.  “Sherlock...” he croaked, fearing the worst.  He started to run as fast as he could, hoping it wouldn’t be too late to save the detective.  As he entered the pool, he saw Sherlock kneeling on the floor with his back turned.  “Sherlock!” he exclaimed.

Sherlock, upon hearing John saying his name, turned to him.  John was relieved to see he was unharmed, but he quickly spotted that Sherlock’s hands were covered in blood. “John, Molly’s been shot.  She requires urgent attention.” he began, his face unusually white.  In his arms was Molly, groaning with pain as she clutched her stomach, a stain of blood on her clothes.

“Oh Christ, Molly...” John whispered as he took off his coat, kneeling down to the pathologist and getting his jumper off to try to stem the bleeding.

“I’m so glad... you both came...” Molly smiled weakly, trying her best to stay awake.

John gave her a comforting smile as he looked towards her.  “Save your energy, Molly.  Right now, we need to get you to hospital.” he soothed.  With his hand pressed down on Molly’s stomach, he started to ring for an ambulance.  “We need an ambulance.  My friend’s been shot and she needs to get to hospital now!” he began once he’d got through to the emergency services.

Sherlock looked down at Molly.  Unaware to her and John, his mind palace was crumbling at the seams.  This was a scenario he had never expected; his pathologist, the victim of a gunshot wound.  “Molly Hooper, you must not die tonight.  I still require you for my cases.” he whispered to her, his voice trembling slightly.  He took Molly’s hand and gently squeezed it, desperate for her to focus on something to stay awake.

John looked over to Sherlock and watched as he held Molly’s hand.  He’d never seen the detective look so... shaken.  If only he was more like this to other people... he thought sadly.

Some minutes later, the doors burst open as paramedics rushed inside to see to Molly.  John and Sherlock immediately stepped aside to let them take over.  As they tried to save her, Molly reached for Sherlock’s hand.  “I knew... you’d come and save me...” she whispered.   Sherlock gave her a small smile in response and held her hand.

“We need to give her to the hospital immediately.” a paramedic announced.  They carefully laid her onto the stretcher and wheeled her to the ambulance with the two men staying close behind them.  As they climbed inside, the paramedic turned to the two.  “I’m afraid there’s only enough room in here for one of you to ride in with her.  I’m really sorry, but one of you will have to make their own way to the hospital.” she apologised.

John turned to Sherlock.  “You go with her, mate.  It’ll help Molly knowing you’re by her side, and I’ll need to let Mary and Greg know that she’s in hospital.” he encouraged.  Sherlock gave him a silent nod and climbed into the ambulance.  As soon as he was inside, the doors were shut and the ambulance raced off to get Molly the medical attention she urgently needed.
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Sometime later, Sherlock and John were in St. Bart’s, and were waiting for any news on Molly’s condition.  “I missed a detail, John.  Molly should not be in that operating theatre right now.” Sherlock sighed, staring at the door to the A & E.  He was pacing around the room, his mind palace now in complete disarray.

“Sherlock, they’re doing the best they can for her.  It’s not your fault she got hurt.  You couldn’t have known Lien was going to try to shoot you when your back was turned.” John replied, trying to reassure his friend.  He was sat in a nearby row of seats.

“But I should have, John!  Molly’s life is hanging in the balance; I cannot afford to lose someone I trust.  If she dies on that operating table, the person at fault will be me for endangering her in the first place.” Sherlock snapped, startling John at his response.

John didn’t know what to say to comfort him, but he knew that this was unlike Sherlock to react this way.  Normally, he would be almost like an emotionless robot, not caring if the person lived or died; especially if said person were to cross his path.  The only times that it had been somewhat different John could recall, were the incident with Magnussen and when Moriarty had made it look like Sherlock was nothing but a fake.

But, this was Molly... Molly Hooper, the mousy pathologist who had been there for him through thick and thin, had helped him fake his own death in order to begin his personal mission to dismantle Moriarty’s network... and had loved him even when he’d been nothing but cold and heartless towards her.  And that made John start to realise something, but he had to be delicate about confirming his suspicions.  “Sherlock... Does Molly really mean that much to you?” he asked quietly.

Sherlock looked at him.  “What are you implying by that?  She is one of the few individuals I trust, including you, John.” he replied.

John rubbed his neck nervously.  “Well, what exactly do you feel when you’re thinking about Molly?” he asked.

Sherlock stopped his pacing and sat down next to John.  “It is... difficult to explain.  But, it is as if my chest is being crushed.  My heart feels as if someone has ripped it in half... and my body is shaking all over.” he admitted, looking towards his hands, which were indeed shaking.  “She is good at her job, and I am glad she goes out of her way to assist me on cases.” he added.  As he spoke, Sherlock noticed that John was looking like the proverbial cat that got the cream as he was now grinning widely.  “Does something amuse you?” he asked.

“I may be imagining things, but... I think you’re starting to develop some feelings about our beloved Molly, Sherlock Holmes.” John teased, wanting to see the detective squirm.

Sherlock narrowed his eyes.  “Whatever you think I feel, I can assure you that whatever ‘feelings’ you claim that I have for her are nothing but strictly professional.  She has made her feelings about me clear on several occasions, but that is part of the weakness-.”

“‘Of sentimentality’, I know, I know.  You can’t keep telling yourself that forever, mate.  Y’know, you’ll have to discover what the other sex is like eventually.” John chuckled, finishing Sherlock’s sentence.

As he spoke, Mary and Lestrade ran over to them, having finally arrived at the hospital.  “We got here as soon as we could!  The traffic was a nightmare!” Mary exclaimed, hugging John tightly.

“Have you heard anything yet?” Lestrade asked John, looking visibly concerned.

“No, but I know she’ll be alright.  They’re good people.” John sighed.

The door creaked open as one of the surgeons came out of the theatre.  He cleared his throat politely, alerting the four to his presence.  “Excuse me, are you Dr. Hooper’s friends?” he asked.

“Yes, we are.  Is she alright?” John asked, holding Mary’s hand.

“Well, it was touch-and-go for a while, but she’s stable.  We got the bullet out.  She’ll make a full recovery.” the surgeon replied.

“Oh, thank God...!” Mary sighed with relief.

Lestrade’s radio buzzed and he answered it, smiling when he heard the news from the officer radioing him.  “We’ve got Lien.  Sally’s going to question her.” he announced.

“Can we see Molly?” Mary asked the surgeon.

“Well, she’s still unconscious, but once she comes to, you can see her.” the surgeon promised and went back inside to clean up from saving Molly’s life.

Once he was gone, Mary saw that Sherlock was acting somewhat frosty towards John and nudged her husband gently.  “What’s with Jack Frost over there?  Did you two get into an argument or something?” she asked in a hushed voice.

“Well, it was more of a disagreement than an argument.  Let’s just say I suggested that Sherlock might have feelings for Molly, and he strongly denied it.” John whispered, grinning.

His wife covered her mouth making a gasping sound.  “Now, this I have to see!” she giggled.
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Later on, Molly was soon awake, but was feeling groggy from being operated on.  She was resting in bed and was adjusting it so she could be more comfortable when John and Mary came to see her.  “Oh, didn’t expect to see you here!  I figured you’d prefer staying at home with the little one.” she beamed when she saw them.

“We did, but making sure you were alright was on our to-do list.  That, and Mary would’ve been too worried about you to stay at home.” John sheepishly replied with a smile.

Mary sat next to her.  “How’re you feeling?” she asked comfortingly.

“Well, I feel a bit groggy from being knocked out.  And my stomach feels quite sore, but apart from that, I think I’ll live.  Spending the night in a hospital bed is not how I figured my evening would go, but, that’s life!” Molly chuckled, laying back.

“Well, you gave us a bit of a scare, Molls.  It’s not every day someone we cherish gets shot saving the man she has a huge crush on.” Mary smiled.

Molly blushed and rubbed her arm in embarrassment.  “Yeah, but I think he might not be happy that his scarf got blood on it...” she admitted.

“Well, he’ll just have to live with it, won’t he?” John smiled.

Molly chuckled a little and looked to the door.  “Is he going to come to visit?” she asked with a hopeful expression.

“He had something to take care of, but I’m sure he’ll come and see you soon.” Mary replied.

“Oh... I see...” Molly sighed, looking crestfallen.  She lay down on the bed, resting her head on the pillow and heaved a heavy sigh.

“Hey, cheer up.  At least you’re being treated by the people you work with!” John encouraged, trying to make her focus on the positives of her hospital experience.

“Well, that’s true, I guess...” Molly nodded with a small smile.

Mary noticed the time and got up from her seat.  “Unfortunately, we’d better get going, as I don’t think Mycroft is lasting long with the baby.  I’ll make sure Sherlock remembers to visit you, because if he doesn’t, I’ll drag him down to see you myself!” she promised.

Molly nodded and waved the Watsons off before relaxing back on the bed.  She looked up at the ceiling and thought back to Sherlock telling her not to die when he was holding her in his arms.  Maybe he really does care about me... she thought.  She then sighed as she then remembered who she was thinking about.  Who am I kidding?  He’ll never feel that way about me anyway...
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At the same time, Sherlock was watching his brother speaking to Lien.  “You gave us quite the chase, General.  But, I’m afraid that this is where our game must end.” Mycroft announced.

“There will be others like me in China.  You think you have won this battle, but you are sadly mistaken.” Lien spat.  She turned to Sherlock and spoke in Mandarin, her eyes full of venom and hatred.

Mycroft signalled his men to take her away as she was bundled into a car kicking and screaming.  “You certainly have a way with women, brother of mine.” he smirked as he watched the car be driven off.

Sherlock scoffed and lit up a cigarette.  “The only ‘woman’ in my life is my work.  You of all people should know that, Mycroft.” he answered, handing a similar one to his brother as he drew a few puffs from his own.

The older Holmes lit the cigarette.  “Yes, as you have claimed before.  Yet, I hear that when Dr. Hooper was shot, you reacted out of character while you were waiting for news on her condition.” he replied.

Sherlock paused and looked towards him.  “I assume John spoke to you earlier?” he asked.
“Of course he did.  We do worry about you, you know.” Mycroft smiled sweetly.

The detective rolled his eyes and tapped his cigarette to get rid of some of the ashes.  “Dr. Hooper is a valuable asset to my work.  Our relationship is strictly professional.  Sentimentality and romance is not something that can be useful for either of us.” he replied coolly.

Mycroft chuckled a bit and then coughed.  “This is quite a strong taste.  Perhaps low-tar would be best for me.” he mused, looking slightly disgusted.

The detective smirked.  “At least you’re admitting you smoke like an amateur.” he answered.

Mycroft turned to walk back to his car, Anthea waiting nearby with phone in hand.  “Perhaps you should invest in a goldfish?” he suggested.

Sherlock coughed at Mycroft’s sudden words.  “And what is that supposed to mean, Mycroft?” he asked, trying to catch his breath.

“It was only a suggestion.  I hear goldfish are quite an ideal pet.” Mycroft answered as he climbed into his car.

“Sir, the Prime Minister is expecting you to update him on the situation with the Black Lotus.  Should I make a reminder in your calendar?” Anthea asked, looking up from her phone for a brief moment.

“Very well, I will speak to him when I return to the office.” Mycroft answered, closing the door behind him.

Sherlock watched them go and started to make his way back to Baker Street.  As he hailed for a cab, his phone buzzed with a text from Mary;

Molly’s awake, and she’s asking for you. – MW

Need to head to Baker Street.  Working on another case, will see her later. – SH

Moments later, Sherlock received another text from Mary, but this time, it seemed like she wasn’t happy with his answer.

Sherlock Holmes, you go see that girl right now!  Or so help me I will drag you to St. Bart’s myself! – MW

Will see Molly on way back instead.  Is that to your liking? – SH

That’s much better.  Have fun! – MW

Sherlock gave the cab driver the address for St. Bart’s and soon made his way to the hospital.  As soon as he was making his way to see Molly, he spotted that the nearby gift shop was open.
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Molly was reading a book to keep herself busy when the door opened.  She looked over and was surprised to see Sherlock entering the room.  “Sherlock?  Um, what’re you doing here?” she asked.

“Well, Mary persuaded me to visit you as you are now awake; as well as threatening to ‘drag me to St. Bart’s herself’, though that remains to be seen.  And I believe that it is customary to see someone when they’re ill.” he replied.

“Oh, well... Thanks for coming, but you didn’t really have to.” Molly smiled shyly, trying to sit up but wincing.

Sherlock noticed she was in some discomfort and came over to her beside.  “You should really be resting, Dr. Hooper.” he smirked as he adjusted her pillow to make her more comfortable.  He looked down at her and saw a small blush appearing on her face.  He then thought back to what his brother had said earlier and smiled to himself.  Maybe it is time I invest in a goldfish... he thought.
Sherlock: The Daughter of Red CHAPTER 12
Set a few years after the events of The Blind Banker and just after His Last Vow. The Black Lotus Tong have returned, this time with a new leader and a new motive; revenge. But what will happen when the lives of those dearest to Sherlock are put in danger, especially a certain pathologist? Sherlock x Molly

This is my first fanfic for the Sherlock series, so I hope I did ok! It was mostly looking for Shelock x Molly fan art that gave me the idea to write a story. For those of you who haven't watched the series, this will contain some spoilers for the show, so read at your own risk!

With that in mind, I hope you guys enjoy it!

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Sailor Chibi Moon + Outer Senshi X-Girl Style
After doing the pic of Sailor Moon and her friends in the X-Girl Scene Maker, I decided to make a second pic with Sailor Chibi Moon and the Outer Senshi. This took a little longer as I could not decided what to do for Pluto's design's powers, so I gave her Chaos Magic as a substitute for her time related abilities in the original anime and manga.

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As soon as John heard Sherlock’s code for “battle stations”, he immediately sprung into action, restraining one of Lien’s men and disarming him.  Lestrade radioed for backup officers as he fought off some others.  A man ran at Sherlock, who saw him coming in time to quickly deduce the best spot to counterattack him with.  “That was barely worth your time.” he smirked after winding the man with a single punch in the gut.  Lien growled and chose the momentary distraction to try to escape.  Seeing that Molly’s hands had been tied up, Sherlock knelt down and started to untie her.  “Are you alright?” he asked, focusing his attention to her bonds.

“Yes, I think so.” Molly nodded.  She was secretly giddy that Sherlock had come to her rescue.

“Sherlock, there’s more of them coming!” John yelled.

Once he’d freed her, Sherlock turned Molly to face him.  “Find a safe spot to hide.  I will be back for you momentarily, but you need to consider your safety for now.” he ordered.

Molly nodded in understanding.  “Please be careful.” she pleaded before running off to get to a safe hiding place.

Lestrade scanned for how many men there were who worked for the Black Lotus against the extra officers he’d radioed for.  “I don’t like our odds, Sherlock.  Even with the other officers around, we’re sitting ducks!” he called.

“Oh, I wouldn’t say that just yet.  I believe we will have some more backup in a matter of moments.”  Sherlock replied, seeming quite confident that they would be victorious despite being hopelessly outnumbered.

As if right on cue, some Black Lotus members were suddenly taken down.  The assailant climbed to their feet and smiled a familiar smile to the men.  John’s eyes widened in surprise when he realised who it was.  “Mary, is that you?!” he exclaimed.

“Did I miss the party?” she asked sweetly.  She was dressed in dark clothes and was wearing a warm black hat, having managed to sneak inside without detection.

“No; in fact, I believe you are right on schedule, Mrs. Watson.” Sherlock replied.
John exchanged a quick smile with his wife, but then had a thought.  “Who’s taking care of the baby?” he asked.

“Oh, I figured she’d get to spend some quality time with ‘Uncle’ Mycroft.  I don’t think he’s ever held her once since she was born.” Mary beamed.

“A fittingly cruel ordeal for my brother, I’m sure.” Sherlock chuckled, imagining many terrifying scenarios the older Holmes brother would be currently experiencing with the Watsons’ daughter.
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Tucked down behind a crate, Molly watched her friends defend themselves against the Black Lotus.  She desperately wanted to help them, but knew the detective wouldn’t be happy if she put herself in danger during her own rescue.  Suddenly, there was the sound of a safety catch clicking behind her, causing the pathologist to freeze on the spot.

“Stand up, now.” Lien barked, holding a gun in her hand.  Molly slowly rose to her feet, trying to stay calm despite having a gun pointed at her.  “Now, start walking.” Lien hissed, still holding the gun.

“You won’t get away with this... Sherlock will stop you.” Molly vowed, looking back at her with a defiant look.

The general chuckled coldly at Molly’s statement.  “Oh, I don’t think that will happen.  You see, this is a special game of chess we are playing; and you, Dr. Hooper, are Mr. Holmes’ queen piece.” she smirked.  She pointed the gun into the back of Molly’s head.  “I could shoot you now, but that would bring the game to a premature end.” she mused.

Molly smiled softly to herself.  “I guess you really don’t know me.  I’m not his queen, or anything special.  I don’t even think he considers me that way at all.” she replied quietly.  But, I can always dream... she thought.

“That’s enough of your chatter.  Keep walking.” Lien growled as she jabbed the gun sharply into Molly’s back.  The two women continued to walk, until Molly noticed there was a black car waiting for them.  As they arrived, Lien opened the door and forced her hostage inside.  “Drive, now!” she ordered the driver.  The car sped off, as Molly glanced out of the window, hoping Sherlock would come and find her.
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Meanwhile, Sherlock, John, Mary and Lestrade had managed to fight back and assist with the roundup of the Black Lotus members.  “Good thing Scotland Yard has a portable office just in case.  I think we’re going to need a lot more room at the station.” Lestrade joked.

Sherlock looked around.  “Yes, I imagine so.” he answered, not paying much attention to what Lestrade was saying.

“Sherlock, are you ok?” John asked, noticing there seemed to be a look of worry on his friend’s normally stoic face.

“The general is not here...and neither is Molly...” Sherlock replied quietly.  He started to have a look around and soon found two sets of footprints in a nearby beach; one that seemed to match slacks which Sherlock deduced quickly to be Molly’s, and the other set were from heels and belonging to Lien.  Following the trail, he came to some tyre marks in the road.

John came running after him.  “Did you find her?” he asked, trying to catch his breath.

“Look at these tracks and tell me what you see.” Sherlock answered, directing the doctor’s attention to the tracks.

John knelt down and took a look.  “Well, they’re tyre tracks.” he began.

“Well, obviously, but what do you see?” Sherlock asked with a hint of irritation in his tone.

John sighed and looked closer.  “Well, uh... They looked like they left in a hurry, and they were headed towards the city.” he replied.

As John spoke, Sherlock’s mobile buzzed in his pocket as he received a text.  His eyes narrowed as he read the text:

Do not concern yourself for the girl’s safety.  We have taken her for a swim.  If you want to see her again, meet us at the following location.

Attached to the text was a small map with an address included.  Sherlock looked closely and he clenched his fist.  “Sherlock, what is it?” John asked, noticing the detective was being unusually silent.

“Recognise this address?” Sherlock asked, handing him his mobile.

John took a closer look, and swallowed hard.  “That’s the pool where Moriarty first revealed himself to us...” he croaked.

“She’s revealing her ace; she wants to confront me where I faced one of my greatest enemies because she feels that she has nothing to lose; all because she wants some revenge for her fallen mother.” Sherlock mused.

“What do we do?  Molly’s in serious danger this time.” John asked.

Sherlock adjusted his coat and started to walk to a nearby street.  “Oh, John, do you even have to ask?” he replied.  He held his arm out to hail a cab.  As soon as the two men climbed inside, Sherlock gave the address for their destination to the driver, and they set off on their way.
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Later, Sherlock arrived at the pool.  The place was eerily quiet, and the only light in the room came from the underwater lights in the pool.  “How ironic that you choose to meet me at the same pool I met one of the most dangerous men in.” he called.  But this wasn’t the time for sentimental thoughts; he had something more important to do.  “You came here to get revenge on me, so... here I am.  Only one of us is going to leave here alive, and we both know who that is.” he added with a sinister tone in his voice.

A nearby door creaked as it opened.  Lien entered, holding her dagger.  “So, this is how it ends; you and I, against each other, in the pool that triggered your want to become a detective.  I must admit that I have enjoyed our game of chess.  But now, it is time for one of us to end with a checkmate.” she smirked.

Sherlock scanned the room and knew that she wasn’t going to play by the rules.  “You can start by getting rid of your men, I can barely hear myself think over the amount of stupidity in this pool.” he began.

Lien’s lip twitched a little, but she radioed her men to leave.  “Can you think now, Mr. Holmes?” she asked sarcastically.

“It’s an improvement.  Secondly, I believe you’re holding Dr. Molly Hooper here as a hostage.  Let her go, and then you can make your move.” he continued.

“And if I do not let her go?” Lien asked, pointing her dagger at Sherlock.

Sherlock drew a gun from his jacket, having swiped it from John when he wasn’t looking.  “Then I end this game prematurely.  And I’d rather not have to be on a 4 minute plane journey again.” he answered.

Lien’s lip twitched again; something Sherlock quickly deduced to only occur when she didn’t get her way.  “Bring in the girl.” Lien ordered over the radio.

The door was slammed open and Sherlock heard Molly shouting loudly.  “Let me go!  That’s hurting my shoulder!” she cried as a man who was restraining her dragged her into the room.

“Here is the girl, as promised.” Lien announced.  She turned to the man and ordered him to release Molly.  The man did so and Molly walked over to Sherlock, rubbing her shoulder.  Sherlock noticed that she had some cuts and bruises; nothing considered fatal and would heal in a matter of weeks.

Sherlock raised his gun.  “Now, I believe it’s your move, General.” he replied calmly.
Lien put her dagger away.  “I do not need my dagger for this.  I plan to enact my revenge by ending your life the same way my mother’s ended; a bullet through your head.” she announced.  She then proceeded to draw her gun.  Molly flinched, recognising it to be the same gun that Lien had forced her into the car with.

“Then perhaps you should be enlightened about the true identity of the man who killed your mother; he was a sniper hired by James Moriarty, the man who helped your mother to get into Britain in 2010.” Sherlock answered.

Lien’s expression turned into a look of rage.  “You lie...” she snarled.  Her hand shook a little.

“Is that so?  Your mother trusted Moriarty to assist her in her smuggling activities, and as soon as she failed him, she ends up dead?  Not exactly a wise move, was it?” Sherlock asked, taking advantage of the young woman’s sudden change in emotions.

“You know nothing about my mother.  I will not have you speak of her in that manner, now be silent!” Lien shouted, her voice rising in volume.

Sherlock smirked.  He now had her right where he wanted her; showing off her true feelings through actions instead of words.  “Oh, but you had concerns with Moriarty from the very beginning.  You tried to warn your mother, and when she was killed after her activities in London, the person you blamed most was yourself.” he continued.

“I don’t want to hear you speak any further.  Now, be silent before I do shoot you!” Lien yelled, using both hands to hold the gun... but now they were both shaking.

The detective dropped his smirk.  “This was never about revenge, General.  This was about your guilt from not saving your mother from her fate.  I’ve always believed that sentimentality is one the greatest weaknesses of the human race.  And once again, that belief has been reaffirmed.” he finished, his voice cold and void of any sympathy.

At Sherlock’s words, Lien dropped her gun.  As the sound of metal against tile echoed around the room, she sank to her knees and started to sob, her resolve having been broken with only a few words.  “Forgive me, Mother... Forgive me... ” she wept.

Molly watched the woman’s emotional breakdown and couldn’t help but feel sorry for her.  She knew too well the pain of losing a parent, yet couldn’t imagine the pain of losing both.  Her head lowered, she gripped Sherlock’s arm.  “Sherlock... I think you’ve done enough.  Let’s go back and meet with John, okay?” she suggested, her voice quiet.

Sherlock put the gun away.  “Yes, I suppose he’ll be wondering why I’m not out and getting out of the cab by now.” he smiled.  His eyes had a look of triumph in them, a look that Molly recognised all too well.

As they started to walk away, they didn’t notice Lien climb to her feet.  Her eyes were blackened and she slowly aimed her gun towards Sherlock.  Molly turned and her eyes widened in horror.  “Sherlock, look out!!” she yelled, diving before him.

A loud bang echoed through the room, and Sherlock turned to see Molly falling to the floor as she took a bullet to the stomach...
Sherlock: The Daughter of Red CHAPTER 11
Set a few years after the events of The Blind Banker and just after His Last Vow. The Black Lotus Tong have returned, this time with a new leader and a new motive; revenge. But what will happen when the lives of those dearest to Sherlock are put in danger, especially a certain pathologist? Sherlock x Molly

This is my first fanfic for the Sherlock series, so I hope I did ok! It was mostly looking for Shelock x Molly fan art that gave me the idea to write a story. For those of you who haven't watched the series, this will contain some spoilers for the show, so read at your own risk!

With that in mind, I hope you guys enjoy it!

CHAPTER 10: fav.me/d8mctn4
CHAPTER 12: fav.me/d8sbdsf

Sherlock series and characters (c) BBC, Steven Moffat and Mark Gatiss
Original Sherlock Holmes stories and characters (c) Arthur Conan Doyle
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Hi everyone

Well 2014 is over, and a new year begins; 2015! 2014 was overall a kinda bad year for me, and at midnight I toasted it a "fond" farewell.

Let's hope this year will be a good one!

Happy New Year!


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:woohoo: :party: :iconcakelickplz: !!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY !!! :iconcakelickplz: :party: :woohoo:

It's July 17th which means it's that time of the year again and your special day is here! We hope you have an awesome day with lots of birthday fun, gifts, happiness and most definitely, lots of cake! Here's to another year! Many well wishes and love from your friendly birthdays team :love:

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Happy birthday lizzie! :) ;)
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happy birthday!! :cake: :party:


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Happy birthday! :D
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Happy Birthday, Liz~ :la:
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Happy birthday, Liz :la: ^_^ hope you have a good one :meow:
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Hello there~!
This is my new account. The old account was called Hiddenryu :meow:
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Hey, I'm going to have to use the skype account you made yesterday. Going to merge my microsoft with it once microsoft finishes updating my security which won't be until May second...So please accept the request I sent through RaibeartGaoth skype account.
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Hey Lizzie I got a questions for you since Kayla said I should ask you as these sort of things, from what Kayla said, are sort of important to you?

I'm working on the Bit Beast for Kayla's Beyblade version of her male Winks Club character and I am wanting to give him Viktor's Bit Beast name, Volya. This is partly because the name hasn't quite worked for Viktor's Bit Beast since I made it a Crow and Volya vaguely hints as a private joke amongst us in the know as a link to the character and his Winks version being related to Valtor.
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A question that could possibly earn my fifth or sixth Marshell style slap. Is there enough space somewhere on the image that I use that has the outdoor house on it for a small view of the mountains in the background?
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TheStormingwulf Featured By Owner Feb 7, 2014
Hey Lizzie, I sent you an email since there's a strong possibility both Kayla and I will be gone or at least away most of the day. Waits for my next Marshell slap.
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Thanks for the watch :3
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can i ask you something? what makes you think hilary and kai make a couple? like an actual couple together? what evidence can verify this for me.
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Thank you so much for using my base's~ they are amazing you did a great job! and used so many lol really thank you x3 <3
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