Home Improvement

Disclaimer: God, if I owned Sherlock... Wouldn't that be slavery? Well, don't own him anyway...

"Oh my gosh! Mycroft, this is perfect! Thank you so much!" Molly squeals as she looks at her new flat.

After a close-call mugging, Sherlock decided that his favorite pathologist was NOT safe in her neighborhood. He was just glad that he had been on his way to retrieve her to test some samples of a foot when he seen her struggling with the attacker.

He then promptly convinced Mycroft to buy her a house. Not a flat. A house. Molly had sputtered and argued until Mycroft said that he AGREED and he would convince her landlord to evict her if she did not agree.

So now here she was. She was able to unpack all of her possessions from storage so she was happy. She was always so bothered that you couldn't tell how much of a nerd she was by the state of her flat. It just wasn't big enough!

"I'm glad you like it, Dr. Hooper. Enjoy unpacking, however, I must be off." He bows to her before exiting, umbrella in hand and tapping against the floor with each stride.

"I'm going to have a hell of a time unpacking..." Molly mutters, grinning evilly before going over to the first box she sees. Lord Of The Rings and The Hobbit. Wonderful!

"I'm so excited to see it, Molls!" Mary squeals, running up to the doorstep, leaving John and Sherlock to trail behind. Their lovely daughter, Claire, is at Baker Street with Mrs. Hudson.

"Remember who I am though, alright? I am an odd person and now that I have space to convey it... It is, well, conveyed... quite well." Molly stammers nervously, blushing.

"It can't be that bad, Molly!" John laughs.

"Have you seen her jumpers, John?" Sherlock questions with narrowed eyes. He then turns his gaze back to Molly. "Though, you aren't wearing a hideous jumper today, are you?... No, something older. Possibly 80s?"

"Shut up, Sherlock! I wanna see it! Can we come in now?" Mary is practically jumping with excitement. She had seen Molly's dorm back in Uni and loved it. She hoped her new house would be as interesting.

"Alright... But you've been warned!" She hastily unlocks her door and signals for them all to follow her. She turns on the light and everyone is blinded by the sheer strangeness of it all.

Her living room is a dark green. It seems Mycroft splurged and bought her a flatscreen TV. Her couch is magenta, along with the loveseat and chair. Her coffee table is a thing of assorted colors that make Sherlock want to vomit slightly. He never guessed Molly was such a hippy! Speaking of that, why is there a giant peace sign painted above her sofa?

He does, however, approve of the model skeleton in the corner.

Along the walls are posters. They're everywhere. EVERYWHERE! He sees one of the cast of Lord Of The Rings. Spots another of the cast of The Hobbit. He looks around some more and is greeted with the sight of many more posters and pictures cluttering her wall.

Danny Wheeler of Baby Daddy shirtless (An American show that she is fond of. Clearly a printed one.)

An American author named... Stephen King? Yes, that's his name.

Harry Potter

Various female role models

Criminal Minds

Many of just "Spencer" from Criminal Minds

NCIS

Bones

Doctor Who

Psych

Benedict Cumberbatch (Still don't see the resemblance!)

Pictures of her and her friends from Uni. She's clearly in her late teens to early twenties.

Her with baby Claire.

John and Mary's wedding.

A photo of... him and her at John and Mary's wedding.

Her father.

Her and her brothers.

And her role-model Louise Brealey.

"Christ, woman, how have you managed to fit so much on these walls?" He grumbles, taking in everything.

Molly giggles before pouring her fourth-no fifth- cup of mountain dew. "Would you like any?" She offers with a grin.

"God yes!" John exclaims excitedly. He, along with Mary, clearly loves Molly's new home. Really, a nerd of any type would.

Molly sets to work pouring the mountain dew. "Feel free to look around while I'm doing this."

Sherlock takes the offer and wanders through the first door he sees. It's bright purple (clearly her favorite color) and it has darker purple zigzags running across it. He doesn't quite understand exactly what it is. Clearly some sort of oad to music... There is a piano, about 10 huge racks of CDs, and... more posters. But these are of bands. Rock bands. Damn it! He thinks miserably.

Three Days Grace, Breaking Benjamin Shinedown, Linkin Park, Billy Joel, Halestorm, Paramore, Guns N' Roses, Aerosmith, AC/DC, Soul Asylum, Plumb, 3 Doors Down, Dashboard Confessional, Simple Plan, Goo Goo Dolls, Good Charlotte, The Offspring, KISS, The Rolling Stones

"My God, how many posters can fit on a wall?" He mutters exasperatedly. John and Mary are staring in awe. John rushes over to her CD collection and starts to-what Sherlock calls squealing-shout in excitement.

"I never knew she liked Foo Fighters!" John says, pulling out one of their newer CDs.

"One of my favorite bands, actually. Next to Goo Goo Dolls, that is." Molly says, handing a cup of mountain dew to everyone there. She reaches the bowl of skittles that are on top of the piano and shoves a handful into her mouth.

"You've thought of everything, Molly." Mary says, wiping at tears of happiness. "What's next?"

"Well, now that I don't have to worry about paying for my flat, I plan on, erm, adopting a child. I've set up a nursery with a lot of my old things and some new from Mycroft." Everyone's face conveys shock.

"That's wonderful, love!" Mary exclaims, hugging her tightly. Molly hugs back just as tightly.

"Thank you." As soon as Mary lets go, John takes her place and embraces Molly.

"I'm so happy for you." John mutters softly.

Before Sherlock can say anything, Molly cuts in. "So the nursery then?" They all nod and she leads them to a light pink room with orange flowers painted on the walls. There are stuffed animals everywhere. Everywhere. There is a white crib in the corner and a white dresser in another. A diaper bag rests on a hook beside the window. The closet is filled with clothes for children ages 1-5 (the age when the begin to have a desire to pick their own) There is a large tub of toys in another corner, filled with toys! The child most certainly would not be lacking anything.

"It's beautiful, Molly." Mary says happily.

"Thank you." She smiles at them before guiding them to the bathroom.

It's bright yellow with flecks of dark pink splattered in random places. Sherlock thinks it looks like an Easter egg. There is a huge bathtub that she has already enjoyed multiple times. He briefly notes it's big enough for two before flicking his gaze back over everything else.

She leads them to the final room (besides the kitchen that was fully stocked). Her bedroom.

She opens the door to reveal... Something quite interesting. The walls are painted dark blue with more posters strewn about. This time there are musicians AND actors on her wall. He also notes that there are no women besides Louise Brealey, but the thing that catches his eye the most is the poster of Benedict Cumberbatch. Right above her bed. Why does she have that there? Does it help...things...along?

He shakes his head before resuming his inventory of the area. Small TV, probably from her old home. Sentiment. (Mind sneer) Huge rack of video games. A purple nightstand. Condoms in drawer, book on top, picture of him and her at the lab, and-wait what?! When was that taken?! She notices where he seems to be looking and begins to squirm uncomfortably.

"You had just solved a case, so you were very excited. You-you waltzed into the morgue while I was really, very bored. I was taking a selfie and you asked me what I was doing. I told you and you asked me "what the hell was a selfie?". I showed you by taking the picture of us."

It was, indeed, them. He had his arms thrown over her shoulders while she leaned into him. He was trying to figure out the best position to get them both in when she told a morbid joke. He had laughed and accidentally taken the picture.

Now John and Mary are looking at it too. Mary gushes while John just rolls his eyes at her.

"You need to give me a copy, Molly! It's such a nice picture!" Mary gushes, grinning from ear to ear.

"It did come out rather well, didn't it?" Molly smiles softly.

Sherlock chooses not to comment on the significance of it being by her bed. He doesn't want to. It'd make things awkward for everyone. John would be proud of his restraint! Well, he'd at least refrain from calling him a wanker for once. Really, John should come up with better insults.

"Well, this is everything. What do you think?" She asks, hopefully looking at them all.

"I think it's the most amazing place I've ever seen. You're such a bachelor though." Laughs Mary.

"S'pose so." Molly smiles faintly before turning to John and Sherlock.

"It stole my heart the moment I seen all the music. I never realized you have such bloody amazing taste, Molly!" John exclaims excitedly. Sherlock notes how much he enjoyed all of the music and files it away for a Christmas present. "Also, the colors are real unique. Happen to like seeing your personality 'round here."

"Thanks, John!" Her gaze is fully on him and he feels like he's about to choke up when John shoots him a look. Right. Can't do that. Not to her.

"It's lovely. It is a wonderful representation of you and your personality. It shows your likes and dislikes along with your childlike nature. It also gives out a confidence you have, but often forget to put off. Overall, I think you'll enjoy it wonderfully."

Molly beams at him. He mentally pats himself on the back before smiling back at her. Good. Mustn't ruin this for her. She's happy.

"You think so? Thanks, Sherlock!" She gives him a quick hug before pulling away with steaming cheeks. "Right, well, shall we go into the living room and watch telly?"

"Sounds good to me. The latest Hobbit?" John questions, a smirk playing across his face.

Molly returns the mischievous look. "You know it."

"I can't believe we already have to go. Claire just had to get sick tonight of all nights... I'm sorry." Mary gives her a tight hug before walking to the door. Mrs. Hudson had called just 20 minutes after the movie finished with news of the puking baby. They didn't need to come, but she just thought they should know.

"Jesus, Mary, it's not like she planned it." John says with a laugh.

"Hush it." John gives Molly a hug before he, too, begins to leave.

Once the couple has exited, Sherlock begins to wonder if he should've went with them.

"You don't need to stay, Sherlock. You can leave if you want to."

"I don't."

"Alright." She smiles at him before sitting and watching the telly again.

"What is it about that dragon's voice that you find so attractive?" He asks randomly. She just raises an eyebrow at him.

"What?"

"Smaug. You find his voice arousing."

"Despite what you think, Sherlock, this is not small talk. I don't just come up and ask you when was the last time you touched yourself."

He smirks. "Would you like to know?" Her eyes widen comically.

"I-I-what're you talking about?!"

"You never answered my question."

She groans in frustration. "I don't know! I just like it. It's deep and gravely. It's hot. I dunno." Her face is flushed scarlet by this point.

"Interesting. So you find gravely voices stimulating?" He intentionally lowers his voice and she is sorely tempted to smack him.

"What're you playing at?" She asks suspiciously.

"Anything you'd like me to play with, Doctor Hooper." Was his cheeky response.

"My goodness, Sherlock, did they slip something in your drink?" She asks worriedly before feeling his head.

"Perfectly fine. John said I need to stop stringing you along so I decided to do that tonight."

"To string me along?"

"No! STOP stringing you along. Clearly."

"You're still flirting. How is this not stringing me along?"

"Because I intend to do something about it now! Don't you understand?"

"After nearly 8 years of being shut down by you, I'm a bit confused. Apologies." Sarcasm is dripping from her voice and he can't help but chuckle.

"John said that I was stupid for not realizing I love you. I agree. It took a while for me to get it because you know how good I am at shutting down my feelings. However, once I notice them... I can't help but feel them intensely." He looks down almost shyly before snapping his head back up and giving her a look that is predatory. She can't hold back the shiver it sends down her spine. "And that is why we must have wild, animalistic sex tonight, Molly Hooper. Because I feel so intensely for you that another cold shower will simply not do."

"W-well, I wouldn't wanna be the cause of your water bill running up..." She says with a grin.

"It'd really be a shame. Perhaps I should move in here so we could really save on water bills?" He begins leaning closer to her.

"S'pose that could work." His lips touch hers as soon as those words leave her mouth.

END

A/N

Haha, sorry, I couldn't help myself. This is my dream home. Maybe I'll grow out of it eventually, but I honestly hope I don't. My bedroom is insane. Between my one green wall and the other three with different color polka dots... Not to mention the posters that litter my wall EVERYWHERE. I have a huge rack of CDs that I'm looking forward to growing. Basically, Molly's house is the house I would have if I had a Mycroft willing to spoil me ;) I hope this wasn't too out of character. I like to think of Molly as a morbid, rock princess. I can relate :D So please don't flame saying that they're horribly out of character. I kinda think they are too. I hope I at least gave you some jaw dropping, hysterical laughing moments. :D