The Magic Cup

Disclaimer: Sherlock Holmes (BBC) or anything related is not mine. This is just a fic for fun. Everything in this fic is not real.

Summary: "Don't you dare dress me like a whore!" Molly shouted furiously, " I swear I will get a butterfly on your butt!" Written for the prompt asking for Sherlock and Molly bodyswap

Author's note: Many thanks to propoise-song for remarkable patience with my silly fic. You are my angel.

Prologue

As a magic cup, you have been worshiped, cherished and sacrificed for centuries. Human knelt down before you begging for your mercy and out of the kindness of your heart, you satisfied their every wish.

Then bang! Apocalypse!

So, with that, you travelled back in time and changed history instead. You swear you would not interfere with humans again or else you would leak tea forever.

Among those long, quiet and tedious years, you had met many interesting folks. You still remembered a young ambitious medic called Dr. Arthur Conan Doyle, who later became a very successful writer.

In the modern twenty-first century, you met Sherlock Holmes.

You started to fell itchy. After all these years playing low-pitched, you really wanted to have some fun and having fun shouldn't be counted as "interfere with humans" now, should it?

It was just a small, simple, harmless, and temporary spell. What harm could it have done?

Molly Hooper poured coffee into you, added two spoonfuls of sugar, and handed you to Sherlock Holmes.