the movers came around ten and sherlock felt awkward with them there, so he grabbed the spare key and went downstairs to introduce himself to molly. he knocked on the door and then heard a voice shout, "coming!". sherlock stepped back and waited for her to come to the door.

finally the door flung open and a girl with long chestnut hair tied back, smiling brightly up at sherlock. "you're the boy that doctor watson was telling me about," she said. "come in!" she exclaimed and let sherlock in.

sherlock walked in and looked around her flat. it was sort of like john's, but smaller, and less depressing. he felt something brush against his legs and he looked down to see a white ragdoll cat, rubbing against his shins.

"oh, that's crookshanks." molly said and picked the cat up, petting it.

"as in the cat from harry potter?" sherlock asked, staring at the cat. he never really liked cats. dogs were much better compainions.

molly nodded and set the cat down. "i'm molly, by the way." she said and held her hand out.

sherlock shook it. "sherlock." he said then let go of molly's hand.

"right then." she said and walked to the kitchen. "i just put on the kettle, if you'd like some tea?"

sherlock nodded. "that'd be lovely, thanks." he walked into the living room and looked around. molly was clearly an energetic woman, everything in her flat was bright and exciting. he looked down and saw the cat rubbing against his shins again. he gently pushed it away with his foot, trying to brush the white cat hair off his black jeans.

"have a seat." molly said from the kitchen. "you're making me nervous by just standing there," she giggled softly.

sherlock walked to the couch, almost tripping over the cat, but caught himself in time. he sat down on the couch and looked at the telly that was playing the news. his eyes wondered to the book shelves lined up around the tv. there was one shelf dedicated to a series of medical text books, so molly was studying to be a doctor. other than that shelf, there were all sorts of fictional books. she was quite the reader.

molly came over, holding a floral pattern mug in front of him. "thank you." he said and took the mug, taking a sip. the cat jumped into molly's lap and she started petting it. sherlock watched it as he sipped his tea, looking at molly.

"so, sherlock, what do you do for a living?" molly asked.

"i'm a detective for the new scotland yard." he said and leaned back against the cushions. "what about you?"

"i went to school to be a pediatrician, but i now work in the morgue," she laughed lightly.

sherlock smiled a bit. "i bet it was your dream to work with dead bodies." sherlock said sarcastically, making molly laugh. "why do you work in the morgue?"

molly shrugged, "it just happened. i don't mind it really, i've got the days off and work at night."

"how old are you then?" sherlock asked.

"twenty three. you?"

"twenty six." sherlock said and set his mug on the coffee table in front of him.

"how'd you become a detective? i've read the news about you helping doctor watson on his study, you're a lot smarter to be more than just a detective."

"i went to uni and studied to be a chemist, but i didn't like the people i worked with so, i became a consulting detective." sherlock explained, trying to keep the cat out of his lap.

"i've never heard of a consulting detective." molly said.

"that's 'cause i invented the job." sherlock could tell by molly's face she was confused. "the police come to me when they need help, which is like me being a consultant."

"ooh! that's cool!" molly smiled.

sherlock nodded slightly and picked up his tea, taking a sip.

"would you like to stay for lunch?" molly asked. "i ordered a pizza."

"that's be lovely, thank you," sherlock gave molly a timid smile.

sherlock stayed and it turned out, he really liked molly. she wasn't like most people. she had that soul of an old woman who had loads of candies in her purse and went home to twenty cats everyday. she was a sweetheart, but sherlock learned that she was hurtfully honest, and he loved that about her. when the movers finished, they came down to molly's flat and knocked on the door. sherlock gave them the money that john had left and then they were gone. sherlock decided to stay a bit longer, he like molly's company. they talked as they ate the pizza, going off about different things and different people and sherlock even helped molly pick out an outfit for her date tomorrow evening. molly could tell that sherlock didn't like the cat, so she put him in her bedroom. sherlock stayed until four, realizing john was going to be back soon and he wanted to unpack the books and the clothes. then he got a text from john, making him smile.

I see you've ordered some furniture.

I hope you don't mind, but your flat is just boxes with out any furniture.

It's fine, love. Did the movers come?

They put up the shelves and put what looked like two dressers in your room.

Did you make friends with Molly?

She's in the kitchen doing something.

Are you actually having human contact? I am impressed, Sherlock Holmes.

Shut it.

I've got to go, but I'll see you when I get home.

I'll be waiting;)

"was that doctor watson?" molly asked, looking at sherlock from the kitchen.

"oh, yeah." he said and tucked his phone back into his pocket.

"you get that little smile when you text him. are you sure you two aren't... involved?"

"molly if you tell any one, i swear you'll never leave that morgue again." sherlock threatened and watched her.

molly let out a high pitched squeal, smiling. "i knew it! i knew it!" she exclaimed, jumping up and down.

sherlock stood up. "calm down," he chuckled softly. "i'm serious about you if you tell any one." his face going blank again.

"i won't. my lips are sealed." she said. "are you leaving?" she asked.

"yeah, i've got to make sure that the movers didn't steal anything." he said, lying.

molly grinned and gave sherlock that look. "you're going to wait for doctor watson, right?"

sherlock blushed slightly. "maybe."

molly laughed softly at him, "go on then."

sherlock smiled and went to the door. "i'll see you tomorrow?"

"of course!" she smiled at him. "we sould go out for lunch."

"that sounds good." sherlock said and gave molly a timid smiled, opening the door. "bye molly!" he said as he left. he heard molly shouting bye back as he walked up the stairs, laughing softly. he got up to john's flat and unlocked the door, walking in. there were shelves on the far left wall, so all the boxes were pushed around the couch. he set the spare key on the kitchen counter as he walked to the office, seeing that both walls were covered in shelves and two new leather chairs sat in front of the desk. he made his way to the bedroom, seeing that there were two dressers on the opposite sides of the bed against the walls. sherlock kept wondering why there were two when john only needed one. he forgot about it and went back to the office, starting to unpack the books

john got home around seven with take away. he set the food on the counter then tossed his coat and brief case onto the couch. "sherlock?" he called out.

"in here!" sherlock said from the office.

john walked to his office and stood in the door way, watching sherlock organize his desk. "i put your books up, and went to the store to get a few things for your desk and some supplies for you."

john grinned slightly. "a bit ocd, are we?"

sherlock looked at john and nodded, "yeah. i also put the clothes that go in drawers in the dresser and got hangers to hang up all your other stuff. and why do you need two dressers?"

john rolled onto the balls of his feet then back on his heels, blowing out a stream of air, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "the second one is for you."

sherlock set the stack of papers down and looked at john. "really?"

john nodded. "i mean, if you want it. i just thought it'd be nice for you if you didn't have to live out of a suitcase for the next week and a half and when ever you visit."

sherlock smiled and walked around the desk, going to john and giving him a kiss. "of course i want it."

"good," john smiled and kissed back.

sherlock pulled away first. "get dinner ready and i'll be out there in a bit."

john nodded and pecked sherlock's lips before walking back to the kitchen. sherlock went the other way and went to john's room, moving his suitcase in front of the dresser and putting all his clothes in the top drawer, pushing his case under the bed once he finished. he went out to the kitchen and saw john pouring two glasses of wine. he took the two take away boxes and carried them to the living room, sitting down on the couch with them. he set john's on the coffee table and took a bite of his while he turned the tv on. john set next to the boy, setting the wine glasses on the coffee table and taking his box. sherlock put on a movie then leaned against john.

there was no "how was work" or "how was your day" and they liked it. they sat and ate dinner, watching some stupid romcom. it was better like this. it was better having a face full of sherlock's hair in john's face then locking himself in his office with a bottle of scotch so he didn't have be around mary. now he could just sit a be comfortable with the boy who made him happy. the boy who made him smile and laugh since he didn't understand normal human context. he put an arm around his shoulder, pulling him closer and kissing the top of the boy's head.

when they got up from the couch, john took the take away boxes and noticed sherlock didn't really eat anything. maybe a bite or two. "you didn't eat much." john said as he put sherlock's leftovers in the fridge.

"not that hungry." sherlock said as he finished off his wine.

"you've got to start eating, love." john said and watched him.

"i had lunch today. molly can back me up on that." sherlock said and turned to john after setting his glass in the sink.

"breakfast?"

"no," sherlock sighed.

"sherlock." john said, crossing his arms over his chest.

"i get you want to help, but you can't push me to eat at every meal." sherlock said and started to walk to john's bedroom.

john sighed and followed after him. "i just want you to be healthy."

"i am healthy!" sherlock exclaimed turning to john.

"no you're not!" john responded.

sherlock sighed and went over to his dresser, opening the drawer. he took out a small journal and tossed it to john. "i've been keeping track. i write down my weight every morning, and sometimes at night. i write down everything i eat and the amount and how much i sleep." sherlock said and watched john read through the small book. "i weighed sixty five kilos yesterday."

"how long have you been keeping this?" john asked, looking up at sherlock.

sherlock shrugged, "i guess for maybe five months now."

"did you start this because of me?" john asked as he walked over to sherlock.

sherlock looked down at his feet and nodded. "i wanted you to know that i am healthy and that i am eating."

john gave the journal back to sherlock and kissed his forehead. "you haven't written down what you ate today."

sherlock smiled and took the journal back, writing down what he ate with the small pencil that he had in the book.

"i'm proud of you." john said and kissed sherlock's lips.

"really?" sherlock asked softly.

john nodded and cupped sherlock's cheeks. "yes. you gained two kilos in the past week."

sherlock smiled timidly and kissed john. "i think you should start loosing weight, you're getting a little tub." he said and squeezed john's stomach.

john laughed softly, "my tub is just fine, thank you." he said and held sherlock's hands.

"yeah, but it's starting to show," sherlock smiled. "and you care a lot about your appearance. it's almost like you're the gay one."

john laughed and kissed sherlock. "i'll be home later then."

"how much later?"

"an hour or two. but," john said softly and pulled sherlock against him, "i'll be all sweaty and hot and when i get back i'll take a shower, and you'll join me."

sherlock let out a soft breath as john squeezed his ass. he laughed softly and kissed john. "why don't we take a shower now?"

john grinned and kissed sherlock back, pulling him to the bathroom.