Another flash fic I wrote at the Fic Writers’ Retreat last summer (but which I never got round to posting online, until now)
So the writing exercise was to write a ficlet (in 15 minutes) to accompany the beautiful piece of johnlock fanart by @kettykika78 that you will find at the bottom of the story.
I am gifting this ficet to @totallysilvergirl for reasons she will understand. :)
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It had been ages since Molly had gone on a date. But here she was, with Greg, at a cosy little Italian restaurant, having pasta carbonara, drinking white wine and thoroughly enjoying the DI’s company. It was an absolutely lovely evening, she thought, and she was feeling giddy with hope of there finally blossoming something between her and the man she had admired from a distance for months.
When she eventually had to excuse herself to visit the loo, and walked to the back of the restaurant, she unexpectedly spotted two familiar faces. Sherlock and John were dining together at a small table in the back, a candle lit between them.
“Oh, hello!” she called out, “Fancy meeting you here!”
Sherlock looked more relaxed than she had ever seen him, and John, well, he just looked like the happiest man in the world.
Could it be that they had finally, actually, found one another? After all this time of orbiting each other like moths bouncing around a flame they were afraid to touch?
Yes, there was no doubt about it, she now saw. John was smiling and blushing furiously at the same time, clearly feeling exposed but also resigned with her seeing them together.
“Hello, Molly,” he said, trying (and largely failing) to act neutrally. “How have you been?”
“Very well, thanks!” She nodded, then paused. “I clearly don’t have to ask you two that question, though.” She smiled nervously, looking from one to the other, truly happy for them, but unsure what to say next.
“Yes, you have deduced correctly, Ms Hooper,” Sherlock smiled. “Just... don’t tell Greg just yet, alright? Or anyone else, for that matter. It’s all still a bit… new.”
