The World In Our Hands (Sherlolly/John Mary)

Surprise (Chapter 12)

*one month later*

SHERLOCK

I already had Hamish ready to go I had John meet me their in case there was a problem. When we got there I had John take Hamish home with him. When I went and got Molly her face looked perfect. She had, had ten different surgeries for all of the damage that her body had taken. They made me push her out in a wheelchair because that's what you have to do apparently. Since she had a arm and leg in a cast I picked her up after we made it out of the hospital doors, carried her to the cab and put her in it. She smiled... God I love that smile it's so pretty and its mine.

"You did not have to do that."

"Do what?"

"Carry me to the cab. I can walk perfectly fine. I do have a cast on."

"Oh but I did."

"Why is that?"

"Because I love you."

She got a really shocked look on her face because I never really say that to her. I know for a fact I will a lot more now that she is okay.

"Wait! What was that? I don't think I heard you right." She said ever so quickly with a cheeky look on her face.

"I said I LOVE YOU MOLLY HOLM- HOOPER …Hooper!"

Well crap I just screwed it up.

MOLLY

Did Sherlock Holmes just call me Molly Holmes? Somethings up with him I don't know yet but I will find out sooner or later. He is acting more like a human he is saying I love you and yelling it. Plus he is stumbling on his words. Is it because I am home? or is it because he is just becoming less cold? I'm not saying it's a bad thing but, and I love Sherlock either way but it worries me that he is acting like this.

"Well we are hear" he said quickly as he jumped out of the car and raced over to the cab door and scooped me out caring my bags and I to the door of our flat he was a little to excited and that is very much not like him.

As we walked up the stairs to our flat... Well I guess as he walked and I hung there in his strong arms, it was completely silent, to silent for any comfort. Maybe I am just so use to hearing all the machines at the hospital that silence is no longer comfortable. Maybe that is a good thing when one lives with the great Sherlock Holmes but then again he is not as bad as people make him out to b-

“WELCOME HOME MOLLY!"

Shouted everyone that I know. They all held up a banner that read in great big purple letters "welcome home" I looked over at Sherlock and my eyes started to well up with great big tears of joy. I had waited two months to come home and to sleep in the same bed as my boyfriend. To snuggle with. To hold and take care of him. I huge him as hard as I could, everyone had awed and smiled. I then started to blush because I had totally for got about them by this time I was crying.

Sherlock leaned and down and whispered in my ear.

"Why are you crying? They are all here for you. Do you not like it? Do you want me to make them go away? I can yell at John he was the one that thought of the idea. I told him it was a stupid idea."

"No it's lovely and it was a great idea. I'm crying because of all the people that are here. They are here for me and yet no one is from my family-"

Before I could finish Sherlock stood up straight looked at everyone then looked back down at me.

"Everyone here is part of your family, we are all family, Molly.*Cough *Except for Anderson and Donovan *Cough*"

"Hey we did not have to come" spat Anderson. Lestrade nudged him with such a force it about made him fall over.

"Shut up Anderson." Sherlock spat back.

"Which is why I would like to do this in front of friends and fam-"

Then someone fell through the door they had been beaten and blooded.