The sights and sounds of London flashed before Molly eyes. She sat, anxiously, fully absorbed by her thoughts. Oblivious was she of the sounds of the carriage wheels creaking beneath her, of the horses' shoes clipping across the cobblestoned streets. Unseeing was she of the busy Londoners going about their days, of the lovely buildings she rarely had the pleasure of seeing...

On summer holiday Molly comes across an acquaintance from college, Sherlock Holmes. (unilock aged, not set at university)

Set immediately after ASiB. After she escapes Karachi, Irene needs a place to stay until she can leave London. Sherlock brings her to Molly's.

"Oh, let's have a baby, Molly! It'll be great!" Molly grumbled to herself...

Molly was away. Belgium? Bosnia? Brighton? It started with a 'B.' The details didn't matter. The only important detail was that she was not here. In London. At Baker Street. In his bed.

Sherlock learns that Molly's cycle can take her from needing to be alone to needing him. Now.

Months earlier, Sherlock gave Molly permission to wake him for a certain activity. Only now does Molly have ample opportunity. *Consent could be considered dubious*

Sherlock and Molly are on the run. Following an ambush, they flee, working their way to the border. The adrenaline from the day pushes them to a rather enjoyable evening.

Sherlock and Molly know each others' habits, but not remembering the days of the week and picking locks earns Sherlock a rather unexpected sight.

A (hopefully) cute homecoming on a rainy night.