Natalie

A Holmes

During those two years, the time at home was the most eventful. From lessons with John and Sherlock to the many clients and cases, 221b became a wonderland of laughter, love, and murder.

One Winter morning I awoke from my usual nightmare (The big man getting to Molly in the hospital and I came too late) as Sherlock opened the door and scooped me up. He walked us up the stairs and he sat down into his chair and held me close to him. The big man couldn't get to me when I was curled up on his lap.

John brought me my tea and I drunk it as I got dressed. I went back up to find a client there. I thought I heard someone. I walked past the crying woman and kissed both John and Sherlock on the cheek and walked out the door. I popped my head back in, grinning. "It was the maid." Sherlock smirked as I left.

I went to the hospital, beginning the regular routine. I placed a small cardboard party hat on her head. "There, now you're not left out." I smiled and talked to her. "I had my nightmare again last night. But Sherlock always makes it better. Whenever he's there, the bad man can't get to you. So you don't have to worry Molly, Sherlock will keep us safe. He always does." I smiled a little more as a few tears rolled down my cheek. My emotions overwhelmed me and I began to sob onto her hand. A large hand was laid on my back. At first I froze, but quickly I recognized it. "S-S-Sherlock!" I wailed into his coat. He sat on the floor and pulled me into his lap, allowing me to sob. Slowly I calmed down enough to talk. "She's g-gone. And I miss h-h-her. And it's n-not f-fair. It's n-not fair!" I began sobbing again, and he just held me. Secure in his arms. I stopped myself and heard my name. I looked up to Sherlock. He was staring at Molly. So it was real. "M-Molly?" I stood up quickly and grabbed her hand. Sherlock was right behind me.

"Natalie?" She said hoarsely, looking confused.

"It's me Molly, it's me!!" I grabbed her hand tight. "DOCTOR!" I bellowed, still watching Molly, too afraid to look away. Sherlock placed his hand on my shoulder, waiting for the doctors to arrive. They came in and took her off several machines, my hand getting in their way several times. But Sherlock's presence kept them from moving me. Molly was awake. Finally, finally awake.

I still stuck to my routine, Molly stayed for about two months afterward, after a week she joined me with the work. Back to regular old Molly. We got her caught up on everything. And my nightmares even stopped! Everything was going perfect. And I even had a big surprise for her when she woke up.

"So Molly, I have something to tell you. Since you couldn't hear me before." I began on her second day awake.

"What is it Natalie Rose?" She asked, eating some pancakes.

"That's just it. I'm not Natalie Rose anymore. It's Natalie Rose Holmes." I smiled wide and she nearly choked on pancake.

"You mean Sherlock? Like Sherlock-Sherlock?" She asked dumbfounded.

"MmHmm." I nodded. "He adopted me while you were in the coma."

"Natty, that's great!" She moved the tray to hug me. "I'm glad you were okay while I was in the coma."

I nodded and we sat and talked like we used to. And everything was perfect. Molly was awake and she was okay. Sherlock was officially my dad. And after ten long years, I was happy.

But nothing lasts.