When Luck Runs Out

Snow is in Our Living Room

"Hello John, Sherlock." She said, stepping inside and closing the door behind her.
"Oh thank god, I thought you were the Watsons again." I admitted, walking up to join the little crowd.
"Nope, just me." she shrugged. "I'm sorry about your sister John, I'm sure she'll return soon."
"Am I the only one that didn't know about this until an hour ago?" I asked.
"Yes." John agreed.
"Well I just came over to see if you all would like to have lunch at my house; I'm getting quite lonely over there." Molly admitted.
"I'd rather be lonely than pestered by my parents." John admitted.
"You don't mean that." Molly muttered sadly. I don't know what happened to Molly's parents, I've never met them and they didn't have a house here, so they were either dead or not in communication with their daughter. It was a shame really, she of all people deserved a loving family, she loved everyone. Maybe that was because of her lack of parents, she adopted John, Mrs. Hudson and I as her own makeshift family.
"Alright then, lunch it is." John agreed.
"I've been served meals all day." I said with a delight.
"Then you're covering dinner." John decided. I groaned, but John and I both knew I'd love to have him for a dinner date, as long as I didn't cook. We followed Molly though the brisk cold to her house, which had a pretty floral wreath hanging from her door, which really didn't match the plain, somber, dead look of the rest of the Victor's village. When we all went in it smelled highly like lemon furniture polish, as if she had been cleaning or something. There were flowers on the tables, lights on everywhere, pictures on the walls, and music playing from somewhere. She had taken the lifeless shell of a house the Capital provided and made it a home, something neither John and I could manage. We went into the kitchen and found a large spread of cold cut sandwiches, sliced vegetables and a large pitcher of lemonade.
"You really outdid yourself Molly." John decided.
"Like I said, I've got nothing better to do." She shrugged. We all filled our plates and sat on the couches, John and I sitting on one and Molly on the other, who looked absolutely delighted to have someone to talk to. It made me feel bad for never coming to visit her before, not because I didn't like her, but because I never thought of it. On the train she always had Mrs. Hudson to talk to and John and I would just hide out and be antisocial, not there was no Mrs. Hudson and Molly left alone.
"So, how was your first morning back?" Molly asked.
"Ugh." John decided.
"John's parents woke him up with a surprise family breakfast." I muttered.
"Oh, I don't see this turning out well." Molly decided.
"It was fine, except I intruded on their family breakfast because someone insisted that I stayed." I growled.
"Oh, that's awkward." Molly decided.
"They hate me, for some reason." I sighed.
"You take some getting used to." Molly shrugged.
"Well you make friends with everyone, you except everyone, which is fairly annoying." I insisted.
"Still." Molly muttered.
"Have you ever had a boyfriend? I've never seen you with anyone." John pointed out.
"I'm far too busy for a relationship." Molly sighed.
"Why do you say that?" I asked. "We've got the same workload as you do."
"I've got to plan everything, coordinate everything, and babysit you idiots every day, we have extremely different workloads." Molly insisted.
"Well then you should take a day off, relax or something, nothing's going on today." John insisted.
"And that's why you both are here." she pointed out.
"You should get a boyfriend." John decided.
"Even I got one before you." I added with a laugh.
"Oh shut up Sherlock." Molly debated, but she laughed all the same. "I could if I wanted to."
"Come on, you've got to like someone." John insisted.
"Me." I whispered.
"Sherlock I don't like you, I never did!" Molly debated.
"That's what they all say." I pointed out.
"Oh my god, you boys are so unbearable." Molly laughed.
"But really, anyone?" John asked.
"I told you, I'm too busy to bother with that sort of thing." Molly insisted.
"Fair enough. You'll find your own John someday." I assured.
"I think a relationship like yours is extremely rare. You two are just made for each other." Molly decided.
"We're living in a dysfunctional world with half of our sanity; we needed someone to be there for us." I pointed out.
"I have all of my sanity, thank you very much." Molly insisted.
"Sure you do." I muttered disbelievingly. There was no getting out of that arena completely normal, it didn't matter how emotionally stable you claimed you were.