Summary: Sherlock, John, and Mary are at a fundraising gala to retrieve a precious jewel and arrest the thief. To Sherlock’s chagrin, Molly Hooper, English pickpocket extraordinaire based in New York, is assisting them in the case. Will Sherlock be able to ignore his body’s responses to her flirting? Or will Molly’s teasing break his resolve?
Inspired by Murdoch Mysteries Season 18, Episode 12.
Rating: T
Word Count: 1,552
A/N: This fic was inspired by the last scene of Murdoch Mysteries Season 18 Episode 12, "The Star of Mandalay". I’ve been wanting to write the AU for Sherlolly since I watched the episode. I, of course, expanded the idea and moulded it to Sherlock and Molly’s dynamic. It did take me a while, but here it is! Hope y’all enjoy this one!
If I owned Sherlock and Molly Hooper, then Sherlolly would have been explicitly canon and Mofftiss won’t be able to touch them. All mistakes are mine and are probably due to lack of sleep or too much birthday ensaymada.
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Sherlock could hear Mary and John talking about the ruby they were attempting to recover at the Edwardian-Era-themed gala, but he was too preoccupied to participate in the conversation. He just could not take his eyes off Molly Hooper––pickpocket extraordinaire from New York. Her sanguine beauty and astonishing intelligence had been distracting him since she arrived back in London. And he could not stand it any longer.
His blood boiled as he watched her bat her eyelashes at the middle-aged Viscount Stratford de Redcliffe (divorced, functioning alcoholic, cheating on his current wife with her much younger personal assistant) while removing his £1.6 million Patek Philippe watch from his suit pocket without anyone noticing. Except him, of course. And possibly Mary.
“Looks like Miss Hooper has an incredibly clever hiding place for Lord Gilbert’s Patek Philippe,” Mary mused in a low voice as she watched Molly slip the expensive watch into the cleavage of her gown. She glanced at John, who laughed.
“She definitely knows her audience,” he commented with a smirk before whispering something undoubtedly filthy in his wife’s ear.
He lifted his eyes up to the ceiling in frustration. “Will you two please stop trying to extend your sex holiday right here? We have a thief to arrest!”
“It’s your fault, mate, for forcing us to cut our honeymoon short to attend this bloody gala.” John took a sip of his champagne and gave him a look of mild irritation.
“Would you like to know the colour of Molly’s push-up bra, Sherlock?” Mary asked without bothering to hide the amusement in her tone.
“I don’t care,” he retorted while trying not to ogle Molly in the floor-length sapphire blue gown that she and Mary charged to Mycroft’s credit card. He cleared his throat as he glanced at Mary, but he could practically hear her admonish him with ‘Fibbing!’ with her smirk.
With an annoyed sigh, he handed his nearly empty champagne glass to Mary, who laughed while placing it on a passing server’s tray and whispered something unintelligible to her chuckling husband, before he strode over to where Molly was now laughing––laughing!––with the viscount.
Molly met his gaze as he approached her and grinned at him. But her smile fell when he grabbed her elbow and turned her towards him. She raised an immaculate eyebrow at him, a small smile forming on her lips. “Oh, my, you have a firm hand, Mr Holmes.”
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“I’m just having a bit of fun while doing my job. That’s not a crime!”
“Put that watch back right now.” Her pupils dilated at his growl, and warmth bloomed in his chest. As he ignored the heat spreading throughout his body, he slightly tightened his hold on her elbow. “Now.”
She rolled her eyes. “You’re no fun, Mr Holmes,” she whispered in a sultry tone, which made his pulse quicken. “I was just doing it to tease you. If I wanted to pick someone’s pocket, do you really think I’d let you notice?” But she did remove the expensive watch from her cleavage and returned it to Lord Gilbert’s suit pocket without anyone else seeing.
Satisfied, he steered her away from the wealthy guests and towards Mary, who was standing alone by the refreshments table. “Shut up, Mary,” he responded to the glint of mischief in her eyes before she could say anything. “Where did John go?”
She tilted her head towards the door behind her. “Lestrade asked him to look at something.” She then turned to Molly. “Where’s Mrs Mandelbaum’s diamond bracelet?”
“For God’s sake!” he hissed as he turned an angry and disappointed gaze on her.
Giggling, Molly produced a diamond bracelet––worth £4 million, likely bought from the most recent Christie’s auction––from a hidden pocket in her dress. She tossed it to a seething Sherlock and took a fresh glass of champagne from the table.
“Is that all, Miss Hooper?” he asked, though he suspected that he wouldn’t like the answer.
Rolling her eyes again, she slipped a diamond-and-emerald ring out of another hidden pocket. She stepped up to him and took his hand in hers. She placed the ring on his palm and gave him the sweetest, most innocent smile. “Would you please kindly give this ring back to Dr Ogden? She dropped it earlier, and I was going to give it back to her but I couldn’t find her anywhere. I’m sure losing it would upset her, since Mr Murdoch just proposed yesterday and they’re supposed to fly back to Toronto tomorrow.”
The look on her face as she closed his fingers over Dr Ogden’s ring made him want to grab her face and kiss her breathless in front of sodding everyone. But he resisted the urge. We have a job to do here, he reminded himself. He took a deep breath, intending to read her the Riot Act. “Miss Hooper, you are here to––”
“Sherlock,” John’s voice interrupted from the direction of the door.
Pocketing the ring, he inwardly cursed his reactions to Molly’s proximity and teasing before turning to his best friend. He took in John’s tight jaw as he stood in the doorway with his hands curled into fists. “What happened?”
“You need to see this,” he stated in a serious tone.
Someone is either hurt and unconscious. Or worse. He nodded and walked towards John with Mary and Molly Hooper at his heels.
Sherlock sat in the cab with his steepled fingers pressed against his lips. He had been replaying the events of the night in his mind. How the hell did Molly Hooper pick my house keys from my pockets? And when? He had been in the middle of talking with Detective Inspector Lestrade after he solved the case when he realised that his keys were missing. He instantly worked out who took them and where she went. He just needed to plan what he was going to do once he found her in his flat. Retrieve my keys and not succumb to her charms, of course.
Shortly afterwards, he stood before the building’s front door. It’s a good thing Mrs Hudson is in Corfu with her sister. He looked up at the first floor windows and observed that the lamps in the front room were on. At least she’s not in my bedroom. He took several deep breaths before turning the doorknob. It was unlocked, as he had expected.
An image of Molly Hooper naked in his bed filled his mind, and he paused at the bottom of the stairs. He shut his eyes tightly and conjured an image of his shirtless brother running on his treadmill to regulate his heart rate and to get rid of the sudden tightness in his trousers. Once his pulse had slowed enough and he had successfully suppressed the urge to rip Molly Hooper’s clothes off, he ascended the stairs to his flat.
His heart stopped when he opened the door to the front room.
Molly Hooper was in his chair. Her legs were folded underneath her as she faced the roaring fireplace. She had let her chestnut hair down from her elaborate up-do; the curls that she and Mary painstakingly styled before the gala now covered her shoulders and upper chest. She had also undressed to the knee-length, sapphire blue silk slip she wore underneath her gown, which lay haphazardly on the sofa. Her matching sapphire blue push-up bra was draped over his chair’s armrest. Sliding her eyeglasses––where the hell did she even get those?––up her adorable nose, she flipped the page of his New Journal of Chemistry and unfolded her legs so she could kick her sapphire blue pumps off her dainty feet. Dear Lord, why is she teasing me like this?
After a few minutes, she closed the scientific journal and tossed it onto the desk, which was mysteriously clear of documents and his laptop. She looked up at him and smirked. “I told you you wouldn’t notice if I actually wanted to pick someone’s pocket.” She brought out his key ring from underneath her thigh and twirled it around her index finger.
He narrowed his eyes at her. “You are quite a devil, aren’t you?”
She giggled as she tossed his keys to him, which he, of course, expertly caught. Rising from his chair, she sauntered towards him and slowly untied his bowtie. “You got your man, detective. Now it’s time for you to get your woman.” She threw his bowtie over her shoulder, uncaring where it fell. Still holding his gaze, she then stripped off his Belstaff coat and threw it to the side, landing on the back of John’s chair.
Smirking at her, he pushed the door closed and locked it without taking his eyes off this beautiful and fascinating woman. He then gently took her wrist and lightly pressed his thumb against her quickened pulse. Pride––and something else he couldn’t quite name––swelled in his chest at the knowledge that Molly Hooper wanted him as much as he wanted her.
She pulled her wrist from his loose grasp and laced her fingers through his before tugging him towards his bedroom. She drew him to her for a passionate kiss as he shut his bedroom door behind him.
End Notes
According to Wikipedia, the surname for Viscount Stratford de Redcliffe is Canning. But I changed it to Gilbert in the fic for Loo’s dog.
Also, did anyone catch the other Murdoch Mysteries reference? Hehehehehe…
Thank you for reading! What do y’all think? Please let me know!
Even the Rain Can’t Wash Away Our Problems – A Jate Fic
Summary: Written for LOST Summer Challenge 2023
Jack and Kate's relationship, told through missing scenes.
Prompt fill for Anonymous: What was Kate and Jack's relationship like as part of the Oceanic Six? How did it develop? It seems like it must have been good between them at some point, or were the cracks always there?
Rating: T
Word Count: 5,572
Tags: Jate, Romance, Fluff, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Mostly Canon Compliant, Episode: s04e04 Eggtown, Episode: s04e10 Something Nice Back Home, Episode: s06e17-18 The End Parts 1-2, Missing Scenes, Implied Sexual Content, Canonical Character Death, Character Death, Prompt Fill
A/N: Post-"Eggtown". Touches on "Something Nice Back Home" and "The End".
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Prompt fill for thescriptorium: “as a werewolf i can personally talk to dogs and boyohboy does ur little pug have some tea to spill…”
Werewolf!Molly dog sits for Sherlock and finds out exactly where she stands in his life.
Rating: T
Word Count: 8,623
A/N: This fic is set in the same Being Human (UK) fusion AU as Monster In The Moonlight, where Molly Hooper is a werewolf and Sally Donovan is a vampire (although this is only mentioned in this fic). While this can be read as a stand-alone fic, I still recommend reading Monster In The Moonlight for some background information.
This fic is also set after ASiB but before TRF.
I’ve been using the listing photos of the house that the production used for Molly’s kitchen in TFP as reference for Molly’s house in my fics.
Shoutout to Taylor Swift and Spotify’s daylist for helping me finish editing this fic!
Hope y’all enjoy this one! Happy Halloween!
If I owned Sherlock and Molly Hooper, then Sherlolly would have been explicitly canon and Mofftiss won’t be able to touch them. All mistakes are mine and are probably due to lack of sleep.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Summary: Written for Sherlolly Screamfest 2023Prompt fill for thescriptorium: “as a werewolf i can personally talk to dogs and boyohboy does
It took forever, but the first draft of my first completed LOST/Jate fic in six years is finally done!
I'll try to get some sleep so I can start editing it. I hope to finish the edits and post the fic by Friday, in time for the 19th anniversary of the show.
My Sherlolly Screamfest fic! I'm nearly done with the editing. I should post it this weekend.
I've also been working on Chapter 4 of His Constant, as well as editing a few short fics.
10. Is there a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?
I wrote this really angsty Jate (from LOST) fic nearly 10 years ago. It had a bit of an emotional whiplash effect. But someone on FF.net ignored all that and lectured me about the events' effect on a fictional child. Which is fair, especially because I'd still been green as a writer then, but it just surprised me that they ignored the shippy part and focused on the child character.
17. What’s something you’ve learned about while doing research for a fic?
I have a total of 155 fic ideas listed somewhere. But that number includes the ones I've completed and covers several fandoms. Of course I also have fic ideas I haven't written down yet.
17. What’s something you’ve learned about while doing research for a fic?
All about pregnancy and early parenthood for my first multi-chapter work. Also, I once spent a couple of hours on the UK university system for one line on a fic. (I don't even remember what fic that was for anymore. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )
25. Have you ever upset yourself with your own writing?
Yeah, with Your Worst Fears (the multi-chapter mentioned above), I had to write an ugly fight between my ship in Chapter 4. I was crying when I was outlining, writing, and editing that chapter.
I also wrote a really angsty fic (Save Me) on one of the worst weekends in my entire life.
I also hurt my own heart while writing and editing the break-up scene in Even the Rain Can’t Wash Away Our Problems.
🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?
This exchange from Don't Make Jokes, Molly:
"Well, Dr Hooper?" The defence attorney looked properly pissed off now.
"Could you please repeat the question?" She gave him her puppy eyes.
"Dr Hooper, how many of your autopsies have you performed on dead people?" he asked her through gritted teeth.
"All of them. The live ones put up too much of a fight." She smiled innocently at the attorney before bursting into laughter. Loud laughter from the audience, the prosecution, and even the judge followed.
I literally wrote this fic because of this joke, so it always cracks me up.
💖 What made you start writing?
I'd just finished watching the series 2 finale of BBC Sherlock for the hundredth time, and I wanted to explore the immediate aftermath for Sherlock and Molly.
