The Consulting Logician and the Seven-Year Itch by Emcee Frodis
A decidedly brilliant Vulcan, Sherlock has always managed to avoid this situation with meditation. But trapped on the USS Baker NCC-221-B, he’ll turn to his friend Doctor Hooper.
This is the fic I nominated for Best PWP at the SAMFAS. I reread it tonight because I’m in a Sherlock/Star Trek porn kind of mood.
I suggest you avoid all future attempts at a relationship, Molly.
Chapter 1000 of “Sherlock is a projecting hypocrite”.
Never-endingList of otps - Sherlock x MollyIf I wasn’t everything you think I am, or I think I am, would you still want to help me?
~What do you need?
You.
“How did it go?” Molly asked as Sherlock hung up his coat and scarf by the door. He skipped into the kitchen to wash his hands before coming to meet her in the sitting room.
Sherlock practically bounced over to kiss her hello. “It was brilliant! And as an added bonus the thief’s fall out of the window was broken by Anderson.”
Molly frowned at him but still felt a smile pull on her lips. “Poor man. But I’m glad you caught him in the end.”
Sherlock continued to grin. “Most exhilarating.” He leaned down then, carefully running his fingers through the hair inside the soft bundle Molly held in her arms. He placed a small kiss on the small forehead, causing the baby to open its eyes to look directly at him. Small fingers wrapped around Sherlock’s large one and he smiled.
“You were right, by the way. It was the vanity mirror,” he told Molly as he glanced up at her.
Molly beamed proudly, glad that hours of pursuing through crime scene photos had paid off.
“Do you see how clever your Mummy is?” Sherlock said to the child, smirking as Molly leaned closer and kissed his cheek.
“And do you see that I was right? Daddy’s a hero.”
