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[alldosillythngs]

Though she knew it was physiologically impossible given her health history, Molly Hooper had spent the entirety of the day feeling like her heart was lodged in her throat, beating and pulsing and making it difficult to talk. It was a bit of a blessing, really; her hesitance only furthered the illusion that she was bound in shock and grief at the

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[shutupimagenius]

For Sherlock, orchestrating his death had been the easy part, it was what to do now that he was still somewhat lost about. He had wound up at Molly's flat after coming to the realization that he didn't have anywhere else to go, and she had proved invaluable in creating the convincing illusion of his death. As much as he may have wanted to return home, to tell John and everyone else that he was still alive, he couldn't. There was so much work to do before he could go home, but for the first time ever, he was having a difficult time wanting to get started. Normally he would throw himself headlong into the next big case -and dissolving Moriarty's web was big indeed-, but this time he was left at a complete loss, unable to do much but stare into space or watch vapid telly programs. Toby was certainly enjoying it, anyway, curled up asleep in Sherlock's lap and certainly happy that Sherlock wasn't moving about too much

I am so sorry for the delay!

[alldosillythngs]

"Tea! Right, tea, why didn't I think of that. I'll go put the kettle on." Of course, she accidentally started to take a few steps towards her bedroom, then turned on her heel and went to the kitchen. She still had her coat over one arm and her purse hanging on her shoulder.

"Jeez, get yourself together," she scolded herself as she put the kettle on the stove, and then finally put her purse down on the counter. "Acting like a chicken with its head cut off just 'cause Sherlock's here. You're a grown woman!" Yes, very grown. And Sherlock was a grown man. A man she'd fancied for quite some time, though she'd done her best to try and harden her heart about it. And now he was a man who said she counted. That he needed her. And now he'd taken up residence on her sofa.

She swallowed and poked her head back into the living.

"Tea's on." She took a few awkward steps back into the room, her fingers loosely linked in front of her. "Um...a-anything good on telly?"