Made For Each Other (A Sherlolly Story)

Made For Each Other

So recently series 3 aired, I read more fanfics and became inspired. This fluffy little one shot wouldn't leave me alone so I thought I'd upload it, see what you all think :) Don't copy please. Oh and I don't own any of the characters, they belong to the BBC and Conan Doyle

With little concern for her image Molly Hooper bustled her way through the front door of 221B Baker Street. Stomping up the stairs she battled with her blasted coat, why on earth do they get so restrictive? If she wanted a strait jacket, they she would have brought one! Where would one buy a strait jacket anyway? I doubt you could just pop down the street... shaking her head Molly inhaled, stood up straight and focused. Feeling quite proud of herself she flung open the door to the upstairs flat, only to be met by what could be considered, quite the domestic scene.

"Checkmate. John this 'game' is quite tedious, I always win, why do I always win?"

"Well it would help if you..."

"Ahh, Dr Hooper perhaps someone of your slightly higher intellect"

"Hey!" John adamantly protested, but was met by the sight of Sherlock's back.

"Perhaps you could challenge me?"

"Well actually I came to..."Molly trailed off, but was met with little acknowledgement. Sherlock made sounds of dismissal before slumping back down in his chair.

"Then again, perhaps not..." Steepling his fingers under his chin, silence echoed.

Molly composed herself once more, and tried to begin again.

"Well as I was saying, I came to... Sherlock! Sherlock Holmes, are you even listening to me?"

"Oh don't worry about him, gone to his mind palace, I expect. Still cup of tea Molly?" John intervened.

"Oh well I really should, no I will, thank you John. Yes I don't mind if I do"

Once the tea had been prepared, and Molly and John were comfortably seated, conversation once again returns to the reason behind Molly's visit.

"Sorry Molly, I didn't quite catch why you said you're here?"

"Too much apologising John, you sound repetitive, it's only Molly"

John loudly cleared his throat, pointedly looking at Sherlock.

"Not good?"

John shook his head, "No Sherlock, not good."

Molly started again, "Actually I came to ask Sherlock. What I'm trying to say is, I need a divorce!" Molly looked up, proud of her self. John spat his tea everywhere.

"No" Sherlock uttered "No, end of subject, next."

John coughing quietly recovered himself but was confused.

"I may be missing something here, but don't you have to be, you know, married, to get divorced?"

"Once again, thank you John for your helpful insight." Sherlock sarcastically commented.

"Wait, you two are... married?" John's face looked as white as a sheet.
"How long?"

"10 years" Molly stated, "It happened the first year we met, Sherlock needed a fake wife, for a case. It was purely platonic. But what I don't understand is why, why he won't give me a divorce now!"

Slowly Sherlock rose from his chair, and crouched in front of the adamant Molly.

"Now why would I want to do that? Hmm?"

Molly shot up in fury.

"Why, you self-centred, egoistical, snobbish, arse! How very well dare you? No don't you dare look so a fronted at me. Sherlock Holmes stop it!"

With every comment Molly was stabbing her finger into Sherlock's chest.

"Shut up" Sherlock mumbled, as his lips came crashing down onto Molly's, silencing her angry cries. It took a few minutes before Molly mellowed, and sunk into the kiss, holding Sherlock. The two lovers were oblivious to their audience.

"Shall I just, I think I'll..." John awkwardly made his way out of the flat, feeling the urge to rub his eyes, in an attempt to wake up from this peculiar dream.

"Well I never, those two, married!" Reflecting on what had just happened a small smile graced the army doctor's lips, as he meandered down the busy London streets.

"Made for each other" he proclaimed, "Made for each other".