Mar 4, 2018
So, as my knit meeting is cancelled today (flu season) what do I do with my nice free sunday now?
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So, as my knit meeting is cancelled today (flu season) what do I do with my nice free sunday now?
While You Were Out (part 1 of 2)
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Sherlock: *describing recent cases solved in brilliant fashion*
John: What is THAT? *points*
Sherlock: *casually* Slippers.
John: Is there a reason why they're spectacularly pink and fuzzy?
Sherlock: ... *shrugs* ...
John: ...
Sherlock: ...Molly gets cold sometimes.
John: *confused* M-Molly?
Sherlock: *sarcastically* May I continue?
John: *rolls eyes and goes to the kitchen to make tea*
Sherlock: ...so the caretaker-- that's Molly's!
John: *startled* What?! This mug?
Sherlock: I should think it quite obvious when you consider the hand-painted cherries.
John: *sets it down carefully and chooses another mug*
Sherlock: *sigh* As I was saying...
John: *opens fridge*
John: *gasps* Why is there all this food in here??
Sherlock: *huffs* I do, in fact, eat!
John: But...
Sherlock: You were away for two weeks, John. It must be a shock to find that I've not starved to death or been eaten by wolves!
John: But...
Sherlock: *muffled* AndMollygetshungrysometimes.
John: What was that?
Sherlock: *haughtily* Molly Hooper has been quite adept in assisting with several cases of late. Keeping her fed and adequately comfortable avoids wasting valuable case time to break for sustenance or to complain about the draftiness of the flat.
John: Oh... I, um... Of course.
Sherlock: Now, about the case--
Molly: JOHN!
John: *startled, spits out his tea*
Molly: *exits bedroom* Sherlock told me you weren't back until next week!
John: *jaw drops*
Molly: *rushing about* I'm late for work, but you have to tell me about your trip soon. And...*turns to Sherlock*
Molly: This means I can finally go home and sleep in my own bed!
John: You've been...staying here...in t-there?
Molly: Oh no! Well, yes. But HE never sleeps!
Molly: *blushes* Usually.
John: Right.
Molly: He said since you weren't here and it was too quiet and... and he needed to go over the cases with someone...
John: *starts grinning*
Molly: I'm just going to...um, go now. Toby will be so happy if he ever forgives me.
Sherlock: *rolls eyes* I do recall saying that you could bring that spoiled feline of yours.
Molly: If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were trying to get me to move in with you *laughs nervously*
Sherlock: *pfft*
John: Can I help you pack your things then? *points to the slippers*
Molly: What? Oh! Those aren't mine. I don't have anything here actually. Sherlock, didn't you say Mrs. Hudson must've forgot them here?
Sherlock: *opens newspaper*
Molly: Well, anyway. See you both around! *exits hastily*
John: ...
Sherlock: *turns the page*
John: Huh.
Sherlock: *reads*
John: So.... If you're looking for a new flatmate...
Sherlock: *pffffft*
John: ...Not looking for a new flatmate then.
Sherlock: Absolutely not.
John: *hides grin* I see.
Sherlock: *ruffles newspaper in irritation*
John: Your newspaper is upside down, Sherlock *chuckles heartily*
Sherlock: Oh, shut it, would you!
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-concluded in part 2-
Top Ten Things Molly Hooper Says on Dates
1. I'll have the clam linguini, please.
2. Yes, I'm a pathologist. It's more interesting and less morbid than you might expect.
3. So, what do you do, ________?
4. No, that's not a stalker. That's just Sherlock Holmes.
5. How in the blue blazes did you find me, Sherlock??
6. I'm on a date, Sherlock. Please go away.
7. I'm so sorry, ________. I had a lovely time, but there's a situation at work.
8. Please stop hijacking my dates, Sherlock! That's the __th time you've done that!
9. If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were jealous of these other guys, Sherlo-- hrmmph *kissy noises*
10. (Spoken by Sherlock Holmes) Molly Hooper is no longer available for dating purposes. She is indefinitely unavailable to anyone else but me.
See You Later
(A little drabble for Hui/ howterrifying. Love ya, babe!) ————
It’s all quite the same as the last time, he notes. It’s a sunny day and the glare from the sun bouncing off the gleaming white aircraft makes everyone squint a little bit. Squinting is better. It constricts those pesky tear ducts that tend to leak when people get sentimental.
He’s still rubbish at goodbyes. He doesn’t do well with the typical things you’re supposed to say when you part ways with friends. Especially with Mycroft standing nearby pretending he isn’t listening in. Of course, he is.
"Well then," she smiles overly brightly. "Good luck!"
She catches herself and shakes her head, “Not that you need to rely on luck! You’ll get him. You always get the bad guy in the end.”
He frowns and presses his lips together in a thin line. But, it is different this time, he realizes. It’s not him that’s edging towards the steps to the private jet. It’s not him trying to downplay the dire circumstances with silly small talk.
He knows now that he’ll never stop being surprised and proud of the resilience in the people he calls his friends. Their fierce loyalty and bravery. It does something to his chest. And, it causes the need for a deep breath that he wants to hold inside him for as long as he can.
He’s never seen Molly Hooper look as fragile as she does at this very moment. Her arm is in a sling and a cast. The bruises on her neck have yet to start fading and one side of her face is still swollen. But, looks are deceiving because this fragility is only physical. There is such strength and determination in her gaze. Her unwavering belief in him is as daunting as it is encouraging.
She smiles at him again and nods before turning away to ascend the few steps up to the cabin where her second of three bodyguards awaits.
The breath he’s holding breaks loose as he jerks towards her.
"Molly."
She stops in mid-step startled by the pull on her good arm.
"I will get him," he takes a step up.
"I know." She nods enthusiastically.
"And, I will make him pay." Sherlock tells her pointedly as the ache in his chest grows.
"I believe you." She whispers hoarsely after a few moments.
"He will never hurt you again," he leans in close. "No one will. Whatever it takes. I promise."
"Please be careful," she shakes her head profusely. "Don’t take any chances. It’s not worth your life."
She’s afraid for him. He can see it plainly. She’s more concerned for his well-being than she is for justice. She doesn’t understand his need to keep her safe.
Well, why would she? He’s never given any indication…
There’s no time to beat around the bush. The jet’s engines begin to power up. The whirring is loud and cancels out any possibility of a conversation without shouting at the top of your lungs.
So, he kisses her. Without preamble.
She is left gasping in both shock and delight. He hopes that he has left little doubt in her mind of his motivations.
They embrace tightly and he speaks loudly next to her ear. He will prevail and he will come for her.
She puts her soft, well-kissed lips to his cheek and he feels the wetness from her eyes on him. He thinks he hears her saying words that he never thought would mean so much to him.
He smiles down at her and brushes her wind swept hair away from her face. He bends towards her again and this time they meet gently and he saves the memory of her taste in his mind palace. The pressure and the push and pull of their lips joining. It is curious and compelling.
And, it is enough for now. Not forever. Just until his work is finished.
Friends With Benefits
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Molly: *sips her coffee in the doctor's lounge*
Sherlock: *enters room* Molly.
Molly: *pretends she doesn't see him*
Sherlock: Molly... Molly, you are out of apples.
Molly: *sighs* Thank you for informing me.
Sherlock: As well as milk and those cookies you made yesterday.
Molly: Sherlock! I told you those were for the hospital bake sale!
Sherlock: *shrugs sheepishly*
Molly: *rubs eyes* Fine. Just go.
Sherlock: *exits*
Mike Stamford: Well, you're one for secrets! I had no idea you were a couple. And, living together as well!
Other doctors: *eavesdropping*
Molly: WHAT?! No no no!
Mike: But... He was at your place--
Molly: Oh god, no! He just... comes over sometimes.
Mike: *winks* Ahh! "Friends with benefits" as I believe they say nowadays.
Molly: *mortified* WHAT?! NO!! Never!
Mike: But...
Molly: It's..uh, not like that... He just--
Sherlock: *pops back in*
Sherlock: I would have to agree. This terminology is rather accurate. There are some excellent benefits to our friendship.
Molly: *blushes as she looks around the room*
All doctors: *noticeably gossiping*
Molly: Y-you don't understand!
Sherlock: It is slightly vague, but it does convey that we are acquainted on a more personal level than simply--
Molly: *panics* T-that's not what it means!
Sherlock: *frowns* I don't follow.
Molly: *yanks him closer and hisses* SEX! The 'benefit' part refers to sex!
Sherlock: ...
Molly: *tries to push him out the door*
Sherlock: But, we aren't having any.
Molly: Exactly. Please go now!
Sherlock: We should.
Molly: *stumbles* Excuse me?!
Sherlock: It's the logical next step in our relationship and we are mutually attracted to each other.
Molly: *jaw drops*
Sherlock: *nods* Tonight then. After you've made more cookies. I shall assist you.
Molly: ...
Sherlock: *kisses her cheek and leaves*
All doctors: *texting and tweeting intensifies*
Undateable
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Molly: *whispers* What's wrong with him? He's been in such a snit recently.
John: *keeps voice low* Whatever you do, don't ask him. Nearly tore my head off just yesterday.
Molly: Is there a big case or something?
John: Nah. Nothing terribly big actually.
Molly: *looks at Sherlock on the other side of the lab*
Molly: There must be something. He's been here all week.
John: Even when I wasn't here?
Molly: *nods*
John: Hmm. Oh, so how was your date with that cardiologist?
Molly: *crosses her arms* How do you think? Hurricane Holmes strikes again.
John: He didn't!
Molly: He did. That's three in a row. I don't even know how he found us! We were at the theatre. It was dark!
John: *scowls and shakes his head*
Molly: I'm never going to get a date again at this rate. People here are calling me undateable. My social life is a disaster!
John: *pats her on the back* I guess it's not helping with him here all the time either.
Molly: *shrugs* Well... I suppose some company is better than none since I'm basically a social leper at this point. He has brought me a coffee a few times recently which was quite nice.
John: *looks at Sherlock*
Molly: I'll be back. I have to take these samples to toxicology.
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John: *slowly walks up to him*
Sherlock: *tries to hide his shifty eyes*
John: ...
Sherlock: *palms getting sweaty*
John: ...
Sherlock: *swallows uncomfortably*
John: ...
Sherlock: I KNOW! I KNOW! WILL YOU STOP BADGERING ME I WILL TELL MOLLY I--
Molly: *walks in the door* Oh, I forgot my...
Sherlock: --LOVE HER!
Molly: *gasps*
Sherlock: *gasps*
Molly: *eyes grow wide*
Sherlock: *eyes grow even wider*
John: *snickers*
Kisses For Molly
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Mary: Tell me something, Sherlock...
Sherlock: *sips his tea* Hmm?
Mary: Why is it that I see you kiss Molly Hooper so often?
Sherlock: *chokes on tea* I beg your pardon?! I do no such thing!
John: *puts down his newspaper* Yeah. You do.
Mary: On the cheek. Or on her forehead or head.
Sherlock: Oh. That. I am simply thanking her for her continued support and assistance. She has been a good friend.
Mary: Uh-Huh.
Sherlock: *indignantly* A reliable friend.
Mary: Yeah.
Sherlock: That can fake deaths.
John: *smirks* Sure! That's the best kind of friend.
Sherlock: *frowns* W-what are you two implying?? I don't... I.. I...
Mary: *grins*
Sherlock: Hrmmph! I've kissed you on the cheek as well, Mary Watson! Mrs. Hudson too.... My mother.
Mary: You kiss her far more frequently than any of the rest of us. And, that's just what I've witnessed. Makes you wonder what happens when we're not around.
John: Come to think of it... she's got a point.
Sherlock: *rolls eyes* Oh, please!
John: How often DO you see our lovely pathologist outside of Bart's?
Sherlock: *tongue-tied splutterings*
Mary: *giggles*
John: He does go over to her flat suspiciously often. Doesn't he, Mary?
Mary: *nods exaggeratedly* Yes, more often than to just 'a reliable friend's' home.
Sherlock: *marches to the door* I've had enough of this interrogation!
John: Going somewhere more peaceful?
Sherlock: *grabs the Belstaff* Quite right!!
John: More comfortable?
Sherlock: *huffs* Yes! Away from both of your ridiculous assumptions!
John: Say 'hi' to Molly for us.
Sherlock: *blushes and stumbles into the wall*
Mary: *smiles knowingly* Give her a kiss for us, yeah?
Sherlock: Oh, shut up! *rushes out the door*