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A loud chirping sound once again woke Molly up from her dream. Which she thought was an absolute blessing for while she once more had been dreamed of her true love all night it was more of a nightmare than not. This time her true and she were dancing at a beautiful ball, loves face kept shifting as he danced her around a magnificent ballroom. Light into dark features and back again. Eyes that changed as shadows passed over the couple, their color shifting between blue-grays, gold and green as they spun around and around till she was dizzy and falling over and over again yet never seeming to land.

Molly began to sat up, missing Toby's familiar sleepy purr was when she opened her eyes only to remember -She wasn't in her home any longer. Or even her own world.

She instead was in this man who nearly resembled her dream love. Sherlocks home. A very, very messy home she looked about and noticed. Strange how she had not noticed its state the night before, but then so many things were Books and papers were everywhere, while clothing lay carelessly abandoned where it had dropped. Standing she peeked into what looked to be some sort of cookery. A stench of old food wafted over to her, making Molly wrinkle her nose up. "Well this won't do at all." Turning around, Molly went to the large windows and lifting one open. Without much thought she trilled out her familiar aria that she used at home to call to her animal friends, but afterward she paused. Did this land even have such a thing as friendly animals? Were they as rare as the trees here? She hadn't found any since coming through to this strange London land, she noted. Curious.

Oh well. It had been worth a try. She returned to the kitchen and began piling up the clothes and collecting dishes when she began to hear pecking and tapping on the glass and the doors.

The animals! They'd heard and they'd come! With great joy she opened the doors and watched as a multitude of grey birds flied in while mice and rats scurried in followed by a multitude of insects roaches. Lastly buzzing bees came humming in.

"Hello everyone!" No rabbits she noted, no squirrels either. How odd. "Well, I could sure use all of your help my fiends. These two have been so kind to me, and are going to help me get home. In return, I would like to do something nice for them. Would you help me clear this place up?" The animals all sounded their respective noises in agreement and off they all went. Molly began singing out a happy working song. Sing a happy song and the work will fly, she told herself. Molly hummed and scampered and sang to herself and the animals scrubbed while the various new friends pushed at papers and books, all working harmoniously together (well except for that one bird who ate that one roach, that had been unfortunate).They managed to get the space shining clean in an amazing span of time. "Wonderful work! Thank you so much." They were just scampering out when Morgan appeared at the door of the living room.

"Was that bunch of... rats I just saw dragging a bag of trash out the door?" The child asked in disbelief. Her blue eyes were held wide and her hair was a mess of tightly blonde curls now that it was no longer secured back.

"They were just helping me clean up a bit." Molly smiled. Morgan seemed a bit afraid. "Is everything alright Morgan?"

"Um, Sherlock doesn't like it when people clean." The child said sadly.

"He... doesn't?" Molly paled, looking around. "Oh no. Oh no! I only meant to help. I had no idea... Do you think he'll still help me? I didn't mean to offend him. What should I do!"

Morgan rushed and hugged Molly. "It's okay Molly. You didn't know. And I think it looks lovely." She looked up at Molly. "Did you have other animals help too?"

"Yes! They are so helpful." Molly smiled a tiny bit. "It's nice having helpful friends."

"Do you think they'd help me clean my room too? If i asked nicely?" Morgan asked hopefully.

"I'll teach you in a bit. But Morgan I really have to... Um..." She blushed.

"Pee?" The child guessed unbothered.

"Yes and um.. And I um. need to wash myself too. Is there a place to do that?"

"Come with me." She dragged Molly's hand and brought her to the bath and got the water running. She left Molly alone to do what she needed to do.

Morgan stood in the hallway. What an odd princess. She seemed to not know how to use the bathroom at all. Very odd for anyone, let alone a princess. Knocking on Sherlocks door, Morgan pushed her way in. Her God father lay under his blankets sound asleep. She loved him so much, even if he was a bit bad at being an adult sometimes, like waking her for school.

Climbing onto the bed she shook his shoulder. "Sherlock. Sherlock! It's time to wake up!" He snorted awake and looked at her smiling. "Morning."

"Sherlock, do you love me?" The child asked, placing her small hand against his slightly scruffy cheek.

"Mmhmm. You know I do Morgan."

He said as his heavy eyes closed again.

"Good. Then I'm going no to need you to make me promise." She told him.

"What's that?" He said sleepily.

"Promise me you won't be mad at Molly. Please? For me, can you just promise." She asked worriedly.

Sherlock's eyes flashed wide. "Morgan, what's happened." He sat up and looked at her. "What did she do to you? Where is she?" He snapped.

"Nothing has happened to me and she's in the bath." But I need your promise. Please. It won't be easy, but please. You won't have to take me to the park for three whole months if you promise me this." Morgan bargained.

Sherlock read the sincerity in his God daughters eyes. "I'll never agree to that, Morgan what's happened?"

"Molly... Um... Cleaned." Morgan said.

"She, WHAT?" He thundered jumping from the bed. Running to the lounge. Sure enough the room was immaculate. Books put away and papers stacked and sorted. The kitchen... It was pristine.

"Now Sherlock you promised!" Morgan called from behind him. "No being angry!"

"I never said such a thing, you will recall." He fumed. How dare she?! No one asked her to do anything. Sherlock felt utterly lost now. Lost right in the midsts of his own home. The woman was however, saved her very life by the fact that all of his experiments where now don't in the basement. If they had been touched he'd have been ready to murder again.

Crying sounded from behind him and he spun around. Morgan rarely cried and it broke his heart every time she did. He rushed to he and pulled her into his arms, lifting her up. "She was just being nice, Sherlock. She wanted to help us for helping her. Molly didn't do it to mess things up. I'll help you to put it back to normal."

"I know Morgan, I know." Sherlock closed his eyes. He hated seeing her hurting and afraid, particularly from his own fool behavior. "It does look... nice in here. It needed a good clean I'm sure." Sherlock lied. He hated it. But Morgan mattered more than the truth.

"You're fibbing again. But Sherlock, she had animals help her do it Sherlock. It was amazing."

"Animals?" Sherlock asked. Before an answer came through, a knock sounded at the door. Janine, here to take Morgan to school as she did everyday. "Oh no." The two said together.

"Hurry up stairs, I'll stall her as long as I can."

Morgan took off and Sherlock slipped to the door. Janine his fellow God parent came in. "Morning, Handsome." She called leaning up and kissing him swiftly before walking in. "Wow, look at this place! It looks great. Did you get a maid?" Sherlock didn't have time to answer as she pulled him to her. "Or are you just getting things in order for me to move in?"

"Um, it's ah to do with a case." He said, looking closely at her. She was beautiful, by even his standards. Also, she was completely honest with him. It was unusual, their relationship but it had its benefits too, he supposed. He wasn't exactly sorry that their friendship had grown the way it had over the years. It was nice to not feel so alone in this Godparent thing after losing John and Mary.

"I see. Going to tell me about it?" Janine crooned. Before he could even know where to begin the 'case' herself however decided at that moment to come out of the bath wrapped in only a towel at that moment.

"That water is magical! How does it fall like that and how does it stay so hot? Is it a charm of some sort? It's so wonderful? Where does it go once it goes out?" She spied Sherlock and Janine and stalled, smiling awkwardly but brightly at the woman standing beside Sherlock. "Oh, um hello."

Silence beat all around them as they all waited for Sherlock to do something. He froze partially from the sight of Molly, slim legs and so much skin, but more so from being unsure of what to say. It was all innocent, but how to convince Janine of that.

"What the hell is all this, Sherlock?" Janine finally demanded.

"This... This Is Molly." He said lamely, not quite knowing what else to say. "She stayed here last night."

Judging by Janine's expression, that was the absolute wrong thing to say. "Oh, did she now?" Her eyes were cool and hard on him. "You know we had talked about me not staying over because of what impression it would give to Morgan, but I didn't realize that there was other reasons you might not want me here. You've been doing crowd control I see now.

"Where's Morgan, we have to go or she'll be late." The woman's warm eyes grew into smoldering embers as she continued to glare at the confused half naked woman in front of her.

"Here! I'm here Janine!" Morgan said jumping the last three steps of the stairwell. "Let's go. Bye Sherlock! Bye Molly!" And she dragged at Janine's hand. "Come on, Janine. I don't want to be late to school."

"We are so talking about this later Sherlock Holmes." She told Sherlock, and with a final pointed look at both of them she walked out, slamming the out side door on her way out.

"Who was she?" Molly asked, looking at him curiously. Fingers twirling distractingly through her damp hair. Hair that cling to her shapely shoulders and arms...

"Ah, that was Janine. She and I are... We... That is she's ... She's Morgan's... Godmother." Sherlock finally answered. "And my girlfriend." The word felt thick on his tongue as it fell out.

"A girlfriend! Is that sort of like a beloved? An intended?" She asked looking not directly at him but at the books on his shelf.

Nose wrinkling in distaste at the word, Sherlock denied it. "Beloved!? No. Who even says beloved! Janine and I we... Care for another"

"You're in love!" Molly clapped and smiled, although Sherlock noted it missed going up to her eyes. As if the thought made her unhappy for some odd reason. Which made little sense to him. Not that much did make sense though at the moment. Her expression changed though. "Oh no but she was so upset when she left, was it me being here? Is she upset. Oh then Sherlock you should do to her at once and make things right. I know! You can sing to her, pull her into your arms and sing to her a lovely ballad to assure her that it is only her and her alone that you love!"

"I never said that I love her." Sherlock clarified. "I don't necessarily believe in love. Not the way you speak of it."

"Don't believe in love! How do you not believe in it?" Molly questioned, her shock evident at the notion.

"I believe love exists. I've seen it, felt it... lost it. I do… I do love Morgan, but the thought of being in love... No, that I don't believe in." He reasoned moving toward the kitchen because he absolutely needed tea. "The thought of needing to be in love with someone to give your life purpose, it's rubbish. That is just the result of chemicals rushing through the body. It's a defect in humanity."

"How can you think that? It's a wonderful thing. The best thing." She declared. "It makes your days beautiful and worthwhile. Love inspires and transforms. Don't you feel that way with your Janine? That the world just seems right when you are together?"

"Not particularly." Sherlock stated. It's true. While he didn't mind Janine, the biggest reason they were together was because of their connection through Morgan. Had they not been put into this situation he could have happily let Janine live out her days of retirement in Sussex. "The world isn't as happy of a place as you seem to believe it is Molly. But let's not talk about this now, Janine is already rather upset with me this morning." He huffed. "And I need to get you away from here before you move any more of my things around." He ticked. The want to yell and throw a royal fit was growing, but Morgan's face and her begging stayed with him. He restrained himself. Barley.

"Morgan said you wouldn't be happy. Had I but known... I'm sorry." Molly apologized.

She was getting close and was still wear on far too little fabric. "Molly, I think it's time we get started on getting you home. I'll find you something to wear, just go back to the loo and I'll ask Mrs Hudson if she has any things you may wear."

"Oh. Right. Well, I do already have something to wear. I'll go do that." She was blushing as she turned to go. Sherlock's eyes followed her, against his will.

Sherlock stood still after the loo door closed before following and going to his room to dress himself. All the while wondering what had happened and how everything went so wrong so quick. Once he's dressed in a normal day attire he wondered what could be taking her so long. "Molly?" He called out.

"Right here!" Coming out now." The bathroom door opened and out stepped Molly, wearing a yellow floral knee length dress in a familiar pattern. A more curious was her hair. It looked like a swarm of bees was flying around her. Molly looked unfazed by the flying happening around her. Moments later the near cloud lifted and Sherlock saw that it looked as if they been braiding her hair off her face.

"Is that... Is that our shower curtain."

"Mmhmm. I needed a dress since my other was far too impractical and near ruined. I hope you don't mind."

Sherlock didn't answer. "And are those bees... Braiding your hair?" He asked in near disbelief.

"Yes. They do ever such good work they were working in the bath cleaning. They offered and how could I turn a bees help down! I simply love bees don't you?" She held a finger up and a new landed in it. "I thank you for your kindness. Please send my regards to your queen and to all the others back in your hive." Then she lifted the finger up to her lips and when it was close allowed the bee to place one tiny antennae against her lips. "I'll do my best." She whispered to it, walking back to the window to let the bee of her finger along with all it others fly out the window.

"Did you just... Talk to a bee?" He asked incredulously.

"Yes." She said. Moving to place her slippers on.

"And the bee, he spoke back?"

"In his way, yes he did."

Sherlock couldn't believe he was asking this question. "And just what did the bee say to you?"

Molly looked at him curiously. "He told me to be good to the Land. It's a traditional bee- farewell."

Right. Sherlock looked at her closely. It was impossible to tell if she was that delusional or he was at the moment. "So...you think that you can communicate with animals?"

Molly tilted her head and looked at him considering him, "I can, yes. Can't you?"

"No. "

"Have you ever tried?" She asked as if the idea that people didn't speak to animals was foreign to her.

A memory of a small Irish setter pup appeared before his eyes, but they weren't going there. "Not since I was a child."

"That's so odd that you don't speak to the animals here. In Andalasia they are our closest friends."

"That's insane!"

"Is it though? You may not talk to animals, but Instead you all seem to all have those little boxes you carry everywhere. I've seen people looking at them and talking to them. Are they some sort of magical mirror?" She questioned. "That seems odd to me to have that for a companion. Tell me, do they talk back to you like the animals do to me?"

Phones? She didn't know what the phones were. He huffed. "I'm going to dress and then we'll leave. Be ready."