HI BLAWESOMES! I am updating this instead of Daughter of Stark, because @_Rishika_Arora_ told me to. Thank you by the way _Rishika_Arora_ for asking me to update, because I loved writing this, I got the prompt from a Sherlock head cannon post I found on Pinterest. I don't know, I just love the idea. I hope ya'll do too. 

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"What are you talking about? Why would they do that? That's a terrible idea." Sherlock rants into his phone as he marches into Bart's hospital. Molly hardly even looks up from her work when he walks in, she has come to expect Sherlock's dramatic entrances. He walks over to her work space and hangs up his phone.

"Who was that?" Molly asks the frustrated man standing across from her.

"Mycroft. It seems that one of my unbearably social cousins has arranged a family reunion, which I am required to attend at my parent's request." He explains while watching her work.

"That doesn't sound so bad, family reunions can be fun."

"We all know how to contact each other, and none of us really care about each other's lives, so why must we all meet up like this just for a few hours of standing around uncomfortably and trying not to offend each other in conversation, it's a waste of time."

"I wish my family had reunions, I haven't seen any of my cousins in years." Molly says, walking over to the sink to clean her tools.

"Would you come with me?" Sherlock asks out of the blue. Molly spins around to face him, surprised by the question.

"You want me to go to your family reunion with you?"

"Why not? At least then there would be someone I actually enjoy talking to at this wretched gathering."

"Um, okay, uuu, when is it?"

"Tomorrow at two o'clock, Mycroft is sending a car to baker street. I'll meet you there?"

"Oh, sure." She confirms with a shy smile.

"Good, I'll see you then." he turns quickly with his coat billowing behind him as he exits the way he came in. Molly stares at the door for minutes after he leaves, wondering what it will be like to meet Sherlock's family.

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Molly steps out of the cab and onto the pavement in front of 221B Baker street. She steps up to the door and swings the knocker, nervously smoothing out the front of the purple jumper she had spent hours fussing over this morning. Sherlock hadn't told her weather she was supposed to dress formally, so she hoped this was alright. After a moment of anxious waiting the door opens, and the face of Mrs. Hudson greets her.

"Oh hello Molly, I'll go tell Sherlock that you're here." Molly smiles at the kind woman.

"No need Mrs. Hudson, I'm aware that she's here." Sherlock comes flouncing down the stairs, dressed in a purple dress shirt and already wrapped in his coat. Mrs. Hudson steps out of his way and he pulls his scarf off the coat rack and wraps it around his neck. He turns to step out the front door, but stops when he sees Molly. He examines her for several seconds, Molly stands uncomfortably as he stares at then, then she looks down at her shirt and realizes.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't know you would wear purple too." She explains frantically.

"No it's fine, you look lovely." A car pulls up in front of the flat and Sherlock brushes out the door with Molly following close behind. In the car Sherlock is silent, staring out the window. Molly sits awkwardly in the silence, not knowing whether to try to start a conversation.

"So, uu, what's your family like?" She finally ventures.

"Boring mostly, you probably won't like them." He answers shortly, then goes back to staring out the window, Molly gives up her attempt and waits out the rest of the ride in silence. The reunion is held at one of Sherlock's cousin's houses, just outside of the city, so it doesn't take long to get there. When they arrive, Molly is greeted by several children running up to the car, followed by some adults, scolding the children for running in the street, and beckoning for Molly and Sherlock to come inside. The children crowd around Sherlock, all asking questions at the same time, before their parents shew them off. Inside the house the first person they are met by is a tall man, with dark hair similar to Sherlock's, but not quite as long.

"Is this your new girlfriend Will?" The man asks, causing Molly to blush.

"Oh, no, we're, um." Molly begins but Sherlock cuts her off.

"Do stop asking questions Graham, you're making everyone uncomfortable." Sherlock starts to walk away, and Molly smiles at the man before following. He leads her through the room to where Mycroft and His parents are talking with some more of his relatives.

"Ah, welcome brother mine, glad to see you made it, and with a plus one no less. Miss Hooper, how are you?" Mycroft greets.

"Very well, thank you." Molly responds

"And you're all matchy, how cute." Mycroft points out with a disgusted tone.

"Mike, be nice." Mrs. Holmes reprimands him. Sherlock ignores the comment.

"Molly allow me to introduce my cousins, Gavin and Geoff, and their wives, Helen and Louise." Sherlock introduces.

"We traveled two hours from Cardiff for this reunion, so I'm glad Will was able to make the ten minute drive." the shorter of the two blond men says

"Yes well, as you know, we would all have a better time if didn't come."

"William, behave yourself!" His mother scolds. "Honestly, I don't know what I'll do with you boys." Helen starts to ask Molly questions, and after a while she ends up talking to Sherlock's great aunt, she snacks on the food provided, and talks to many of Sherlock's relatives. At some point finds herself alone, not engaged in conversation, and looks around realizing that Sherlock is nowhere to be seen, she scans the room for him, but to no avail. Graham walks past her at the snack bar and she stops him.

"Graham, have you seen Sherlock?"

"My guess is he's in the playroom." Graham says, pointing to an open door at the end of the hall. Molly thanks him and walks in that direction, wondering why Sherlock would be in the playroom. When she reaches the door she looks inside to see many children of varying ages all gathered in a circle, and in the center of the circle, much to Molly's surprise, is Sherlock, cross legged on the floor, with two dolls in his hand.

"Now if the woman was standing here, and the guard by the door, how could the assassin have taken his shot?" Sherlock looks around the group of engaged faces, searching for an answer, when one girl of about seven or eight years, piped up.

"He would have to hide in the vent." Sherlock smiles, pointing at her.

"Excellent deduction Natalie, but...." Molly is distracted from the conversation by someone walking up behind her. She turns to see a woman with a plate of food in one hand.

"It's funny isn't it, how they listen to him." She says nodding toward Sherlock and the kids. Molly nods.

"Does he always sneak off with the kids." She asks. The woman nods.

"At every family event I've seen him at anyway. But the kids just love him, ask any one of them who their favorite uncle is and they'll say uncle Sherlock. I suppose it's probably because he asks them questions, and talks to them like they're adults."

"I never thought he'd be the kind of person to prefer the company of kids." Molly says smiling. The woman walks into the room and hands one of the kids a plait of food before leaving, Sherlock looks up and sees me standing in the doorway. He stands up from the middle of the circle, prompting a chorus of complaints from the kids.

"Finish Solving the case before I come back." He tells them before stepping over them and toward Molly.

"Hello Molly, having fun?"

"To be honest, not really."

"Have we been here long enough to go home?"

"I think so, I..." A voice from the other room cuts her off.

"Alright, before anyone leaves we want to get pictures! So everyone to the living room please!" The kids all jump up and scramble out of the room, with Sherlock and Molly on their tail. When pictures had been taken, Sherlock attempts to excuse them from the party, but everyone there wants to say goodbye. They finally make it out the door and are almost in the car when a small voice stops them.

"Uncle Sherlock?" Sherlock spins around, seeing his niece Natalie. "The man wasn't a child was he? He was a midget, right?"

"Well done Natalie, I'll have to give you a call next time I need help with a case." The little girl smiles from ear to ear before spinning around and skipping back into the house with her pigtails bouncing behind her.

"You know, you're not supposed to have a favorite niece." Molly teases him when he climbs into the car.

"Says who? Anyway she is my favorite, she's absolutely brilliant, I can't wait to see what she does with her life."

"So why were you hiding away with the kids?"

"Children are so much more interesting than adults, most adults minds are bound by the constraints of what's right, and what's strictly possible. But the minds of children have no such limits, their imaginations allow them to see the crime scene from a completely different angle. For example, If I had set up the same crime scene for my cousins that I did for the kids, using the information that I gave them, they all would have said it was impossible, the window was bullet proof glass and the guard was standing by the door, there was no way for an assassin to enter the room. But children can imagine the rest of the room, they can give themselves the pieces that I didn't give them, they see that the room they are in has a vent, so why shouldn't the fictional room have one? Ask a child to create a crime scene and they'll weave a mystery to stump even me, even if it is laced with unicorns and zombies."

"Well then, I suppose you'll make an excellent father some day." Molly speculates Sherlock give a small chuckle.

"Maybe." I nearly whispers, but Molly notices that his eyes look rather sad, and if Molly had to describe that look, she would have called it longing, yet almost despairing. 

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Okay, crazy Idea, I just made up the character Natalie specifically for this one shot, but I was thinking of staring a real plot around her, what do you think?