#jealous!lolly

[toyboy-molloy]

*Bart's*

Sherlock: *working*

Molly: *working*

Greg: *smiling* Thanks for your help, Molly. I'm sorry you had to come in on your day off.

Molly: *waves a hand* Oh, don't mention it. I'm just pleased another murderer is off the streets.

Greg: *awkward* Yeah *clears his throat* Did you fancy a drink after work to celebrate?

Molly: ...

Sherlock: *sighs* She's not going to go out with you, Grant.

Greg: *quickly* It's just a drink. I didn't mean-

Molly: *frowns* No. That sounds lovely.

Sherlock: *rolls his eyes* You don't have to. Just because you feel sorry for him-

Molly: *annoyed* Why don't you mind your own business?

Sherlock: *shrugs* Fine. Have it your way *removes his phone* Where and when are you meeting?

Molly & Greg: *confused* What?

Sherlock: You need a chaperone. Someone needs to make sure he keeps his hands to himself.

Greg: *blushes* For God's sake...

Molly: *through gritted teeth* Can I talk to you outside?

Sherlock: *sighs* If you must but I think I've made myself clear *follows her outside*

Greg: ...

Greg: ...

-a few minutes later-

Sherlock: *shuffles into the lab; rubbing his arm, pouting* Molly has informed me it's uneccessary for me to join you *pauses* but you're still to keep your hands to yourself.

Greg: *smirks* Didn't take you for the 'whipped' sort.

Sherlock: *blushes* Shut up.

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*221B*

Rosamund: *watching TV*

Sherlock: ...

Sherlock: *glances at the clock* Maybe we could-

Rosamund: No.

Sherlock: *pouts* You don't know what I was going to say.

Rosamund: *sighs* We're not spying on Daddy and Auntie Molly's date.

Sherlock: *rolls his eyes* It's not a 'date'.

Rosamund: ...

Sherlock: *shakes his head* It's not a date.

Rosamund: Whatever you say.

Sherlock: *stands up; pacing* She's my pathologist. Your dad knows that.

Rosamund: Yup. Your pathologist.

Sherlock: *narrows his eyes* What are you getting at?

Rosamund: *irritated* For God's sake, Uncle Sherlock. Daddy wants a girlfriend. Auntie Molly wants a boyfriend. They're both lonely, they get on-

Sherlock: *grimaces* Stop it. What you're suggesting is disgusting.

Rosamund: *shakes her head* Well, it's true. Accept it or do something about it.

Sherlock: *strolls to the door* I will.

Rosamund: *fierce* Not now!

Sherlock: *sits beside her; sulks* I wish you weren't like your mother.

LATER

Sherlock & Molly: *snogging*

John: *bewildered; turns to Rosie* How did this happen?

Rosamund: *proud* I helped him see sense.

John: ...

Rosamund: *pulls a face* Can we go now?

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:: IT'S REALLY LONG AND PROBABLY NOT WORTH THE READ BUT HEY IT'S SOMETHING...

*Scotland Yard*

Molly: *looking around* So, what's the occasion?

Greg: *sips his drink* Superintendent Martin's retiring. It's a decent excuse to use up the last of the booze from Christmas.

Molly: *chuckles* Did you like him?

Greg: *nods* Yeah, he knew his job. Better than this idiot that's replacing him.

Molly: *nudges him* You should've gone in for it.

Greg: *smiles* Nah, I'm not experienced enough. That...and a lot of them don't like my, erm...'assistance'.

Molly: *rolls her eyes* Well, that's just silly.

Greg: *shrugs* It is what it is.

-Molly's phone buzzes-

Molly: *sighs* Speak of the devil.

Greg: *frowns* Hmm?

Molly: *reading her phone* Our mutual friend.

Greg: Oh *finishes his drink* what does he want?

Molly: *rolls her eyes* He wants to know where I am, needs my help or something *puts her phone away* well, not tonight. I'm busy *gestures* Fancy a dance?

Greg: *smiles* I'd love to.

LATER

*outside Molly's flat*

Molly: *smiling* I had a lovely time. Thanks for inviting me.

Greg: *chuckles* I should be thanking you. It's...not been easy. And again, I'm sorry about Dixon...once he gets a drink or two in him-

Molly: *waves a hand* Don't apologise *flexes her hand* I don't think he'll be trying that again any time soon.

Greg: Make sure you put that on ice.

Molly: *nods* I will. Good night.

Greg: Good night *leans in*

-Greg's phone starts ringing-

Greg: *shakes his head* Sorry, Molly *answers his phone; annoyed* What?!

Greg: *sighs* I was not, I was saying good night.

Molly: ...

Greg: *pinching the bridge of his nose* Look, you're overreacting *pauses* How do you KNOW about that? I tried to step in but Molly got there first-

Molly: *scowls* I'll see you later, Greg *marches inside*

Greg: *quickly* If I were you, I'd hide, mate. I'll see you tomorrow if you're still alive.

*Molly's flat*

Molly: *enters*

Sherlock: *standing by the window* I can explain...

Molly: *strolls over, grabs his shirt and snogs him*

Sherlock: ...

Sherlock: *swallows* I-I'm glad you understand.

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:: TIS A LONG ONE FOLKS

*outside school*

Molly: *waiting*

Sherlock: *approaches; annoyed* There you are! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!

Molly: *shocked* Sherlock! What are you doing here?

Sherlock: *frowns* Why aren’t you in the lab?

Molly: *swallows* I- w-well, John had to work so I offered to pick Rosie up. We’re going for pizza after school.

Rosamund: *runs up to Molly* Aunt Molly! Are you ready? My friend and her Daddy are waiting! *points*

Sherlock: *looks over*

Rosie’s Friend & Her Dad: *waving, the former enthusiastically, the latter awkwardly*

Sherlock: *raises an eyebrow* Regular occurrence, is it?

Molly: *blushes* Not really. Just...now and again. Sometimes.

Sherlock: *bitter* Nice, is he?

Molly: *awkward* I-I don’t-

Rosamund: *tugging her coat* Aunt Molly!

Molly: *smiles* Alright, Rosie. Let's go. I’ll see you later, Sherlock.

Rosamund: *quickly* Do you like pizza, Uncle Sherlock?

Sherlock: *smiles* Do you know something, Rosie? I could really go for some pizza right now *lifts her up; walks over to her friend*

Molly: ...

Molly: *follows*

Friend’s Dad: *feigning politeness* So, um, who’s your new...friend, Rosie?

Rosamund: *hugging Sherlock* Oh, he’s my Uncle Sherlock and he’s my bestest friend in the world!

Friends Dad: *glances at Molly* Uncle...?

Molly: *blushes harder* It’s not like that *gestures between them* we're her godparents.

Rosamund: *waves a hand* Never mind them *cups her mouth; whispers loudly* they’re in love but they don’t know it.

Sherlock: ...

Molly: ...

Friends Dad: ...

Friends Dad: Right.

*LATER*

*221B*

Sherlock & Molly: *squished together*

Rosamund: *sleeping on her godparents*

Molly: *mutters* You don’t like pizza.

Sherlock: Hate it.

Molly: *rolls her eyes* Then why did you come?

Sherlock: ...

Sherlock: *quietly* You know why.

Molly: *swallows* He's just someone I know.

Sherlock: Mmm.

Molly: *takes a deep breath* And I'm fully aware...I’m in love.

Sherlock: *smiles* So am I.

Rosamund: *smiles*

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*Molly's flat*

Molly: *watching TV, transfixed; eating chips*

Mycroft: *frowning* A magic police box?

Molly: Alien.

Mycroft: *confused* If he's a magical time-travelling alien, why does he need help?

Molly: *shrugs* It's lonely.

Mycroft: *checks his watch* This isn't what I expected when you suggested we spend time together.

Molly: *smirks* I thought you were on a diet.

Mycroft: *narrows his eyes*

...

Molly: *suddenly giggles; loudly* Mycroft! Stop!

Mycroft: ...

Molly: *still quite loud* Oooh, we shouldn't! What will Anthea say?

Sherlock: *barges into the flat; fuming* Get your sticky fat fingers off of my-

Mycroft & Molly: *sitting apart on the sofa*

Sherlock: ...

Sherlock: *coughs; awkward* - err, friend.

Molly: *still watching telly; calmly* How long have you been out there?

Sherlock: *embarrassed* Um, not long.

Molly: ...

Sherlock: *mutters* Five minutes after Mycroft got here.

Mycroft: *stands, delighted* Well, I can see you two have a lot to talk about. I'll catch up with you another time, Miss Hooper.

Molly: *nods* Yeah. I'm sorry about this.

Mycroft: *smug* Nonsense. Take all the time you need *pauses at the door* but, please, do use protection... *shudders* three Holmes' are enough *leaves*

Sherlock & Molly: ...

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*Bart's*

Sherlock: *working*

Molly's Colleague: *leaning on her bench* Have you heard of Platform 9 and 3/4? Because I can think of something else with the exact same measurements.

Sherlock: *glances at him; scowling*

Molly: *laughs, playfully pushes his arm* In that case, my name may not be Luna, but I sure know how to Lovegood!

Molly's Colleague: *nudges her* Interested in making some magic together? My wand is at the ready *winks*

Sherlock: *urgently clears his throat*

Molly: *rolls her eyes* I'll see you later, Stephen. Duty calls.

Molly's Colleague: *nods* Right, Mol. See you later *leaves*

Molly: *folds her arms* What?

Sherlock: *shrugs; nonchalant* This is a workplace.

Molly: *frowns* So?

Sherlock: Well, it's...inappropriate.

Molly: So is barging into the women's locker rooms to ask for some toes-

Sherlock: That happened once.

Molly: *leans closer; narrows her eyes* What's the real reason, Sherlock Holmes?

Sherlock: ...

Sherlock: *sighs* I didn't like it.

Molly: *smirks* Why not?

Sherlock: *looks up at her* Because I've fallen under your spell.

Molly: *melts*

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*Bart's*

John: *enters the lab*

Molly: *exasperated* For the last time, I did not go to the cinema with a 'huge, jacked man'. I went to see the Greatest Showman starring Hugh Jackman!

John: ...

Sherlock: *bitter* You still fancy him.

Molly: *rolls her eyes* So what?

Sherlock: *frowns* You might leave me!

Molly: *raises an eyebrow* For Hugh Jackman?

Sherlock: *pouts* It could happen *sulks*

Molly: *wraps her arms around him* Yeah, well, until that happens, you're stuck with me.

Sherlock: *mumbles* He can expect a fight.

Molly: *smiles* That's sweet *kisses the side of his head* but unecessary. Trust me.

Sherlock: *smiles*

John: *slowly leaves the lab, trying to process what just happened*

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*Bart's lab*

Sherlock & Rosamund: *holding hands; enter*

Molly's Colleague: *leaning on her desk; smiling* Don't you want to know about my dream?

Molly: *giggling* If it's anything like the last one, no thank you.

Molly's Colleague: *holds his hands up* Totally innocent, Hooper, you know me.

Molly: *shaking her head fondly* Unfortunately, I do.

Sherlock: *rolls his eyes; leads Rosie to his stool*

Molly's Colleague: *checks his watch* I'd better go. See you later?

Molly: *nods* I'm not going anywhere.

Molly's Colleague: *smiles; leaves*

Molly: *gathers up files; sees his number on the table*

Sherlock: *working* I wouldn't if I were you.

Molly: *look up* Why not?

Sherlock: *shrugs* You can do better.

Molly: *chuckles* If I had a quid for everytime you've said that *kisses his cheek* but thanks. I'll take your word for it *leaves*

...

Rosamund: *confused* Why did you do that?

Sherlock: *working* Hmm?

Rosamund: Why don't you want Aunt Molly to go out with that man? He's nice and he likes her.

Sherlock: *adjusting the microscope* He's not right for her.

Rosamund: Whyyyy?

Sherlock: *annoyed* How should I know? He just is.

Rosamund: *sighs loudly* Why don't you just tell her you fancy her?

Sherlock: *looks up quickly* What? No, I don't.

Rosamund: *folds her arms* Uncle Sherlock, that was not nice.

Sherlock: Well, I-

Rosamund: *points at the door* Go and tell her to go out with the nice doctor.

Sherlock: *horrified* Absolutely not.

Rosamund: Then go and kiss her in the face.

Sherlock: ...

Sherlock: But-

Rosamund: *firm* I'll tell my Dad. One or the other.

Sherlock: *pouts* Fine *gets up and leaves*

-a few minutes later-

Sherlock: *returns with a spring in his step and lipstick around his mouth*

Sherlock: *avoids looking at his niece* Not a word, young lady.

Rosamund: *delighted*