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Because of her injury, Molly ended up taking extra time away from Barts. She decided to recuperate at Forsythe Manor with Sherlock by her side, despite the unsettling events that had happened there, and had found it to be a very nice experience. One of the first things she had done was insist on hosting a wedding for Tobias and Helen, saying that they deserved all the happiness in the world together, and insisting that they move into the guesthouse on the grounds so that they could have a house of their own and still be on the property to run it while she was in London. She had not expected either of them to be as pleased as they were, but Helen had broken into tears of happiness and Tobias had shown hints of emotion as well, so she knew it was worth it. And Venecia’s spirit had heartily voiced her approval so she knew she had made the right decision.
In the time leading up to the nuptials both Helen and Tobias worked with Molly to control her powers better. She hadn’t had another premonition while she was there but she found it easier to see and speak to spirits after the encounter in the family plot. It seemed as though after that they made themselves known more often. When she went out into the village for the first time she was able to see and discretely speak to a spirit she was not related to, so she was able to see that her powers worked on spirits that were not related to her or attached to the manor. That made her feel especially proud of herself.
Mary and John came up to the manor as often as they could while Sherlock and Molly were there, for long weekends and days off. It was nice to have them there, and they continued to help Sherlock and Molly go through the private library while they were there. It was perhaps two weeks before Helen and Tobias’s wedding when they finally reached Venecia’s journals, and everyone agreed that it should be Molly who read those. Molly took them to the private garden and read them there, sometimes with company but mostly on her own, learning more about her great-aunt and the type of woman she was. By the time she was done she felt more connected to this side of her family.
While all of this had been going on, Sherlock had surprised her with a lovely leather-bound journal of her own, and she had begun to write down everything that happened, starting with recounting everything that had lead up to the events with Cameron on Halloween. It was hard to write down, but she knew that eventually her son or daughter might inherit her powers, and their children might, and then their children might, and these journals would be important for them. It was important that they know what had happened and how she had gotten entangled in all of this and how Venecia’s life had been so callously taken by someone whose motivation had been greed, and how that act had been avenged by all of their ancestors.
The wedding was beautiful and most of the village came out for it. Helen asked Molly to stand by her side and Tobias asked Sherlock to stand by him, and they said their vows on the manor grounds near the lake. Molly had gotten her finances straightened out from the mess that Cameron had tried to make of them, which had been surprising, and had splurged on a lovely honeymoon for the two of them consisting of a cruise that would take them to Venice to Athens and then allow them to stay in both Venice and Athens a few extra days for all the help they had given her.
Sherlock had joked that perhaps they should have taken that honeymoon instead before the twins were born but she had told him they didn’t need to, that she’d be happy traveling with him and the babies later. She had the feeling she might get a trip before she was too far pregnant, though, if he could pull some strings and surprise her for their anniversary. Eventually, though, life had to return to normal, or as close to normal as it could for a woman who had premonitions and spoke to the spirits of dead people. They returned to London and Baker Street, and Sherlock went back to consulting and she decided she was going to go back to Barts, go back to doing what she loved best...with a twist.
Today was her first day back, and as she stepped out of her office and adjusted her ponytail before going to her charts to look at the list of autopsies she had to do, she glanced around her morgue to see who was waiting for her. She saw an older gentleman, a young woman and a teenage boy, and she flashed the three of them a smile. “So! Hello, I’m Dr. Molly Holmes. I’ll be doing the autopsies today.” The three spirits looked surprised that she was addressing them, and she moved over to the list of autopsies. “Mr. Ackerman? I’m going to start with your autopsy first. So why don’t you tell me what happened...”