Well, here we are; the final chapter has arrived. I want to say thank you to all of you who have been reading and keeping up on this story. It is short, but it was so much fun to write. A big shout out and thank you to HanHan84, for requesting this plot. It's truly a brilliant and hilarious idea, and I'm honored that you entrusted it to me. I hope it has been acceptable, and again, happy belated birthday!

I still don't own anything. Dang. Gotta get in on this ownership somehow. :P All the owns are belong to other people.

Enjoy!

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The cab made its way from the hospital, snaking through the busy streets of the city. The air was stale, and John was slightly afraid to breathe it in, for a slightly different reason than one would believe. Sherlock had seemingly pressed himself close to his side, an arm wrapped around Molly's thin shoulders. Breathing would only close the gap more, something John certainly wasn't about to do.

All too soon, they arrived, and Sherlock helped his pathologist (and best friend) out of the car. It was only when they stepped toward the large building, that John realized he had absolutely no idea which flat was Molly's. It didn't really matter, however, as Sherlock placed a hand on the small of his temporary back. He seemed to know exactly where to go, which only served to worry John more. They strolled down one hallway, then another, until finally, they reached the correct doorway they needed. The bright 'Welcome' mat on the floor was indication enough to the army doctor that it was definitely Molly's place.

Sherlock stood by for a moment, watching expectantly. When John made no motion to find a key, the detective produced one from his pocket, sliding it easily into the dead bolt of the door. Any shock that may have previously diminished came flooding back.

"Now, you seem to still be flustered about earlier. What do you need?" Sherlock asked, a small, nearly coy and playful grin hinting at the corner of his lips. John chuckled a bit, before trying to think on his feet. Anything to get space between them.

"Maybe just a cuppa? I'm going to go...um...change clothes." He turned toward the small corridor that led to what he hoped was Molly's bedroom. A deep voice echoed softly by the woman's ear. John felt the hot, steady puffs of air as Sherlock whispered to him. 'No, not him. Molly.'

"Don't you think you need some help with that?" He mumbled the question with a husky tone in his voice, causing John to jump out of the arms that had attempted to wrap around Molly's thin middle.

"Uh...um...no. I'm...I'm okay. I think I'm just going to get ready for bed. My head hurts. You just, um, stay here, and make me that tea. Please." Sherlock furrowed his brow, his eyes narrowing a bit, before he turned to move back to the kitchen. John took the opportunity to bolt into Molly's room, slamming the door behind him. He let out a deep sigh, relieved to be away from the consulting Casanova's love struck actions.

"Honestly, Sherlock Holmes. Who would have ever guessed that?" He muttered to himself. He made to move further into the room, and saw a pair of comfortable pyjamas laying on the edge of Molly's bed. It suddenly struck John that perhaps retreated to 'change clothes' had been a bad idea. The army doctor and veteran soldier was determined to keep Molly's dignity intact whilst he resided in her body. He may have been 'Three Continents Watson' at one time, but that certainly didn't mean he was a sleaze. So, blindly pulling off Molly's wool jumper, he moved to pick up the soft silk top. As it turns out, not looking was much more difficult than he'd thought it would be. A few accidental brushes of his hands against softer skin than his own had John stealing a second, a third, nearly a fourth glance down at Molly's prim figure.

He had to admit, she was rather lovely. He also was glad that the world's biggest consulting idiot had finally caught on to that fact as well. He'd just rather not discover how wise Sherlock had grown on the subject of the pathologist's anatomy.

A light knock at the door sounded, and John quickly finished pulling the light sleep trousers over the thin legs he was using, and made his way to sit on the bed.

"Come in!" He called, internally berating himself for sounding like a nervous wreck. The door swung open gently, and Sherlock carried two mugs of tea into the cozy room. He handed one to John, who quickly took it, taking a sip before the taller man could ask any sort of question. The tea was too hot, and too sweet for his own palate.

"I don't really like sugar in my tea...but thank you for making me some." He used Molly's sweet smile, hoping to throw Sherlock off the scent of his obvious nerves, as well as heal the detective's seemingly bruised ego. Sherlock nodded his head slightly, and turned toward the door.

"I'll go and fetch you some biscuits as well, then."

"Ta," John replied. Sherlock stopped dead in his tracks, and flung himself around to face John once more. The devilish twinkle in his eye had John worried, until the genius let out a loud chuckle.

"Ha! I knew it! Oh, brilliant! Oh, wait until I tell Mycroft. He didn't believe me, you know, that it would work. Temporary body-conscious displacement; they'll give me a knighthood for this...well, try." Sherlock seemed manic in his excitement, victoriously pacing back and forth in the small room. John sat by, slowly putting the puzzle pieces together. When it finally snapped into place, the picture created was one that he found incredibly disturbing, and had his face going red with anger.

"Wait...you! Oh my God, Sherlock! You could have killed us!" John shouted, no longer trying to keep Molly's gentle personality about.

"Oh please, John. The worst that would have happened is you would have experienced a bit of formaldehyde poisoning, mild nausea from the hallucinogens, and loss of consciousness. I did the math perfectly." Sherlock was definitely pleased with himself, which only served to fuel John's rage further.

"Do you hear yourself? You could have poisoned Molly!" It was this statement that wiped the clever smirk from Sherlock's face.

"Is she alright? What are some of the side effects? I should have...why didn't you tell... Have respiratory difficulties been a factor? Did she mention anything to you at all? Oh...oh shit." Sherlock's mind spewed out the several thoughts and worries at once, his pacing gait growing faster until John stepped in his way.

"She's fine. At least, I'm assuming she's fine. I haven't had any difficulties, other than the obvious discomfort of being in someone else's body!" Molly's voice cracked under the pressure of John's stressed shout. He balled up the slender hand he currently possessed, and moved to punch Sherlock's face. It hurt him more than the clearly amused detective.

"Come on, John. We must get you back to your body, and my pathologist back to hers," he said, motioning for John to follow him.

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"Soooo... how did you figure out this thing worked? I can guarantee you didn't know at first, or; if you did, we need to have a very serious conversation." John had been lecturing his friend for the entire ten minutes that they'd been in the cab. The genius level-man child had sulked as he listened to not one, but two people scold his behavior.

"I'd first suspected that the switch was a success when we were all in the lab. Your vernacular is much more crude than Molly's. Plus, Molly never bosses anyone around, or asks for anything." John sighed, knowing he hadn't had a chance against his best friend's practiced skills.

"Also," Sherlock continued, "you don't take sugar in your tea, whereas Molly prefers hers to be sweetened beyond reasonable measure." John had to chuckle at that, secretly surprised that such a detail would remain 'relevant' for the man's brain.

"All the bloody time with the sugar in my tea. I really hate you sometimes, you know that?" John quipped.

"No, you don't."

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They had arrived at Baker Street, and found John's form nervously flitting about. Sherlock took a step closer, grabbing her by the wrist, and forcing Molly to glance up with startled eyes. However, surprise turned to rage as she saw the sheepish and slight remorseful grin on her detective's face.

"You knew this would happen?! Why, Sherlock? I thought I wouldn't ever get to...I... you're such an ass." It was an odd experience for John, watching his own eyes glaze over with salty tears. It was even weirder watching his 'sociopath' of a friend attempt to console him, or rather, Molly. He decided to step in, acting as a buffer between the two parties.

"Molly, believe me, I've given him a firm and numerous list of reasons why he's an ass, and we can kill him later...but first, what do you say we sort this out? Yea?" Sherlock nodded his head, half in appreciation for John's advice. He looked to the body that contained his Molly, and gave a hopeful smile. She finally acquiesced, letting out a heavy sigh, furrowing John's deep wrinkle in his forehead.

"Okay."

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The chemical had been injected nearly half an hour before John or Molly woke. It was Molly who woke first, and after a short quiz from Sherlock to ensure it was truly her, he let her know just how sorry he was, and how much he had missed her for the past twelve hours. John awoke shortly after, chuckling to himself as he watched the pathologist and detective sharing their mutual, and now public affection. He checked over himself, feeling his arms, legs, and chest. He was only too happy to find everything was his and in order. John decided to leave the two alone, and made his way to the exit. It wasn't until the lab door had swung shut that he heard Molly coyly ask,

"So, who's a better kisser, John or me?" The sound of Sherlock's laughter echoed down the hall, and John quickly made his leave, deciding that he more than hoped it meant he had lost that title.

The End.

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Well, yay! It's finally complete! I hope you all enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. Apologies that it took a bit longer than originally anticipated, but I hope the contents make up for it. :D Thanks again, everyone who has read this story, and special thanks to HanHan84, for providing such a wonderfully clever and fun prompt!

Love you all! Thank you ever so much!