Summary: Molly knows the sex was never really about her. She makes the choice to keep the baby anyway. She's not, to her surprise, alone in raising her son.
Notes: Title from Florence and The Machine's "Between Two Lungs."
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( the breath that passed from you to me )
Notes: Title from Florence and The Machine's "Between Two Lungs."
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( the breath that passed from you to me )
Summary: Molly's pregnancy is a surprise, but not to Sherlock.
Warning: Miscarriage.
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( Empty Arms )
Warning: Miscarriage.
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( Empty Arms )
Summary: Sherlock chooses Molly.
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money being made.
Notes: This does not really fit into canon in any sensible way, but I couldn't resist playing with it anyway. Most of the plot is handwaved in favor of the relationships.
Warnings: Given the presence of Irene, there is some kink content with potential consent issues, including hair pulling and a slap to the face.
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( Choose One )
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money being made.
Notes: This does not really fit into canon in any sensible way, but I couldn't resist playing with it anyway. Most of the plot is handwaved in favor of the relationships.
Warnings: Given the presence of Irene, there is some kink content with potential consent issues, including hair pulling and a slap to the face.
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( Choose One )
Rec: Molly/Sherlock
Feb. 3rd, 2012 07:36 pmSometimes a story comes along that is exactly everything you want from the pairing. Sustain (or Concerto for the Famished in D Minor) by Maybe Amanda and OneMillionAndNine is one of those stories. (Ignore the headers; it is complete.) It's such an incredibly satisfying story. If you like Sherlock and you have any interest in the pairing, you should give this story a try.
And what was this? A beefcake calendar on the back of the loo door? Molly, Molly, Molly. Sherlock knew perfectly well she'd blush and stutter to know he'd seen her well-thumbed Mr. January. She was so predictable. And so were her menses, by the look of it, the dates clearly circled in red ink and about 27 days apart. She had been keeping track, but only going back three months.
Sherlock crossed to the table where Molly's laptop rested. The browser history showed that she had been checking out estate agents, looking for very specifically priced properties in very specific areas, with special attention paid to day nurseries and local schools. Petersfield. Bexhill. Hove.
Good lord. Molly wanted to have a child. Not only that, but she wanted to have a child and run off to Timbuktu.
His brain reeled, imagining what her replacement at Barts would be like. Anderson's face kept coming to mind. He didn't care about Molly - she was free to do whatever incredibly stupid thing she wanted. However, it did not necessarily follow that he was going to sit still while her got herself impregnated and buggered off to Hove.
Something had to be done.
