"Molly." Sherlock said, a little horror in his voice. He understood that this was a war that was coming, and that people could die. As much as he always berated Molly, he did care for her as a friend, and would never want anything to happen to her.
"Is it Molly, John?" He had to ask, he had to know.
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Date: 2019-02-19 12:41 am (UTC)"Is it Molly, John?" He had to ask, he had to know.