Rosie's Godparents

Anything That Can Go Wrong...

Right at seven on the dot, Sherlock kept his promise and rang the bell of 102 Sunflower Lane. As he waits outside her door, his mind lightly slips into Molly's layer of his mind palace. How fitting that her home be on this particular street. Sherlock had, in many ways, seen Molly as a sort of a sun in his life. No, not that he revolved around her, seeing as he only recently learned that the very Earth that houses them revolves around it, but in ways that are much more important than the actual solar system. For example, Molly was light in times of darkness, she was warmth in times of bitter coldness, she was brightness in the dreariest of circumstances. All of those things never failed to puzzle Sherlock yet make him feel a sense of safety around her.

Funny that; Molly in all her cheery, emotional, sentimental, and petite glory, guarding and keeping safe the taller, rougher, colder, consulting detective from the pains of the world. Yet that is what she had always done, ever since he had met her. She was a constant; an evolving bundle of strength and durability when he was not. For that, he believes, he has always loved her. Not in the ordinary, mushy, and deep-set sensual way that most humans loved. But in the ways that he could love; in the ways /only/ he could see to love, which was in friendship, in a mutual working relationship, and in some ways a companionship. A partially secret and yet subtly intimate companionship that was brought out most times by her helping him cheat death from a certain consulting criminal, or cheat death from all sorts of illegal drugs that were sure to take him in the end if she did not have the gentleness and kindness to step in and demand he cut the crap.

That brings him to his second point, still in his head, dredging to the forefront all things Molly Hooper. Point number two: She always kept him right. John kept him right too, but no no, they were completely different. Whereas John kept him right in the form of a working partnership paired with a friendship; with sarcasm, with the chasing of criminals, and with the ability to keep his ego at bay with his cutting words, Molly kept him right in the form of all that wrapped up in sweetness and guilt. Yes, guilt. Why would guilt be thought of fondly, though? Well, because Molly made guilt something intrinsic and something intellectual, always something he could unravel in his mind and conclude about why she chose certain words. It was not always obvious. She made him guilty for his horrific actions by not only telling him what he did wrong, but by absolutely telling him how he is somehow still right. This always snapped Sherlock into place, because even when Molly was angry at him, unlike John, she was still /kind/ to him. Anything that could be perceived as not so kind from Molly is not exactly her fault, but most definitely something he had earned upon himself. Cause and effect.

Sherlock takes a long breath and remembers the slap-lashing he had received from her over a year ago for doing drugs for the Magnussen case. One thing stuck out to him; well, mostly one thing (aside from the disappearance of her engagement ring). "How dare you throw away the beautiful gifts you were born with..." That right there was Molly Hooper. As destroyed as she was by his betrayal yet again, she did not fail to mention how she still thought his intellectual gifts were a semblance of beauty, at least when put to good use. And when they were not put to good use, she made sure he knew that. She was pissed, but always kind, always righting him with not just her harsh words, but backing them up with her kind ones--or vice versa. "...and how dare you betray the love of your friends!? Say you're sorry."

There was always about five steps they went through together when he did things that were more than no-so-good; Physical contact (whether gentle or harsh, the latter obviously invoking more of a reaction in him) {the slaps}, mention of what he did wrong {betrayed the love of his friends in his supposed time of need}, mention of how she doesn't think his actions stand for him as a whole {beautiful gifts you're born with}, followed up by some sort of way to right the wrong {say you're sorry!}, (since the past actions cannot be taken back), and deviation from some sort of horrible thing he always manages to splutter after she's finished {"Stop it, JUST stop it."}