Sherlock: The Next Generation

Chapter 63

Author's Note

First of all, sorry for the long wait for this chapter! I have been very very busy with school work and also with writing the murder mystery for my birthday party, which was today (and awesome). But now I'm a bit more free and should be able to update more regularly. There are only about 18 chapters left of this fic, which is quite shocking O.o

I'd like to say thank you too all my followers and everyone who reads this! I now have 102 followers which is, wow, a lot. This fic has 47253 reads which is nearly 50000, nearly 100 votes and is the third result on the second page when you search with the word Sherlock. So wow. Thank you guys for reading this and enjoying it. I just felt I had to thank you all, even though this isn't quite the end.

Enjoy this chapter :) Thank you ~FernStone

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Chapter 63

"Hey Molly."

"Finn," Molly nodded with a faint smile as she approached the older boy where he was leaning against a locker, surrounded by his group of friends. "I need to talk to you. Alone."

Finn arched an eyebrow, looking curious. Then he shrugged, bidding his friends a quick goodbye. There was nothing wrong with giving up some of his break to talk to Molly. In fact he enjoyed her company. Quite a lot. "What do you want to talk about?"

Molly had lead him to a spot near the library, pretty quite because everyone who liked the library was in it and everyone who didn't was avoiding it like the plague. Molly took a small breath, exhaling slowly. "Our relationship."

Finn didn't really like the sound of that. But he would hear Molly out, of course."Yeah?"

"Well... I don't know," Molly sighed, tugging at a strand of curly blonde hair that fell loose from the braid she had tied it back in. "I guess, I don't really think it is working. As a relationship. It just has kind of fizzled out. You're too much like a brother to me, I guess. You're a brilliant friend. One of my best ones. I just don't think this kind of relationship is working for us. Sorry."

"Molly Watson-Holmes, are you friend-zoning me?" Finn smiled lightly, a teasing light in his eyes. Molly rolled her eyes before punching him in the arm.

"Don't give me any of that friend-zoning crap, you bastard."

Finn let out a mock gasp. "Molly! Language."

"Shut up," Molly glared at him. "I'm fourteen, I'm allowed to swear."

"What would your dads say to that?"

"Papa swears all the time, its fine," Molly snorted. Finn just smirked slightly before his lips curved into a smile. He was taking it surprisingly well. Their breaking up.

"He certainly does," Finn chuckled. "Anyway..." He trailed off, eyes narrowing as he seemed to be looking for the right words. "I would be honoured to be your friend, Molly. I know what you mean. I like you, I really like you, but... Definitely like you as a friend. You're a brilliant person. And I would love to be your best friend. Brother? Not so much." Molly arched an eyebrow. "I mean I don't want to be put in a group with those two. They might kill me."

Molly laughed lightly. "Marti? I don't think so. Hamish, yes. That is certainly a possibility." She grinned. "And thank you. For wanting to stay my friend." She moved forward and hugged the fifteen year old. A friendly hug. Of course.

"Why wouldn't I want to be your friend?" Finn grinned, shaking his head. "I mean, I am offended. And I think you're a little crazy. Who wouldn't want to go out with this." He dramatically threw his arms in the air, pretending to pose.

"Oh, I don't know. Many reasons," Molly chuckled.

"You'll have to give me a list."

"It's a promise," Molly replied as the bell went. "Anyway, see you sometime."

"Yeah. Just cause we're not going out doesn't mean we can't still spend time together."

"Believe me, I still need a dose of your awesomeness on a regular basis," Molly laughed, waving to Finn as they headed their separate ways.

"I broke up with Finn," Molly announced as she arrived home, dumping her school bag and collapsing on the couch with a sigh. Sherlock arched an eyebrow from where he was reading a newspaper. John was out having lunch with Mike so Sherlock was home alone. He had been pretty close to shooting the wall again. There weren't any cases! And with Molly at school he had no one to entertain him.

"Because you didn't think it was working anymore and just wanted to be 'best' friends, I assume?" Sherlock turned his many coloured gaze to his daughter. Molly met it with her own.

"Yes. Well done. Your observations are quite astounding," Molly replied sarcastically, grabbing the book that sat on the floor. She had left it there the night before accidentally. Sherlock arched an eyebrow. Recently Molly had begun to change. Subtly. But it was still happening. Though she was still very much the cheerful optimist she had been all through school she was beginning to adopt a John-like sarcasm and demeanour. Combine this with her Holmes intelligence and she really was a force to be reckoned with. A very small, snarky, teenage girl force. She was becoming more like John every day. In many ways.

"Thank you," Sherlock replied calmly, watching his daughter above his newspaper. It wasn't of much interest. There were no interesting murders. "How was school?"

"Fine," Molly replied, lying outstretched on the couch now, holding her book above her face. "Heather dragged me to some kind of lunchtime debating club. I don't really know why she likes it. Schoolwork was easy. I will undoubtedly pass them all with straight As." Okay, her confidence probably came from him rather than John. "It was a bit boring but my friends helped me get through it."

"Good," Sherlock smiled slightly. He was glad that Molly didn't struggle with making friends. She was the only one of the three children who was like that. Hamish had been too much like Sherlock and Martin too shy. Molly was just... Perfect in that area. Maybe it was because she was a girl. Maybe because she was the youngest and got all the best genes. Sherlock didn't really know. Even from being a little girl she had been so sociable. Unlike the twins she had loved going to nursery. Meeting new people. She really was adored by all. Sherlock remembered those days. She had been so cute not so many years ago.

Molly merely nodded, returning to her reading. Sherlock smiled. Yes, his daughter was definitely growing up. Becoming a bit like John too. That wasn't necessarily a bad thing. No, not at all.