#sherlander

[flintjames]

~ TOO FAB 4 U ~ Magnus Martinsson and Molly Hooper would be BFFs and no one can convince me otherwise. Dedicated to the Molly to my Magnus, aka misshoopers ♥

[flintjames]

- So ... you are a policeman. You knew I would have find out the truth eventually, Magnus. - I did ... but I guess it was worth it.

Sherlander AU | When Magnus has accepted a case involving illegal arms trafficking in the United Kingdom by a Swedish gang he did not expect to come face to face with the nation's most dangerous criminal: James Moriarty. After managing to get under cover in his deadly web, Magnus finds himself having to consider the experience as one of the most interesting of his life. But he is aware that it will not last forever, because it will not take long before Jim will find out the truth about him.

[potemkinx]

Sherlander (Molly x Magnus )

OMG...why haven't I thought of it before ? Imagining Sir Kenneth, Tom Hiddleston , Benedict Cumberbatch and Louise Brealey together is making my brain very happy... I need more Molly x Magnus...we need a new name for these two together... wonderful!

[libertyinreason]

♔// I just reallllllly want to do a crossover rp with Wallander and Sherlock, but every Wallander rp blog I find is for Magnus and there isn't a single Kurt Wallander even though he's the main detective and character of the show/ books OTL. I think I'm the only person I know that could play him...just like I'm the only one who can write cases but I am the one who wants to solve them. RP LIFE IS HARD.

[tiny-warrior]

i apologize in advance for this ficlet.

I've finally gotten my shit together and written a Magnus/Molly ficlet. It's complete crap, but it's midnight here and I'm too lazy to fix it. Maybe I'll write something better when i don't have 10 WIPs, but for now...

Molly stands over the corpse on the table, getting ready to set to work. She looks at the woman’s kind face, so pale now, and almost feels a pang of sadness. She doesn’t usually feel for her “patients,” because it would make her work impossible if she did. Molly tries to care about the living ones more; wears her heart on her sleeve to make up for the hardness she has to have at work. For just a moment, Molly’s imagining this woman’s life; her family, her friends, maybe even a boyfriend, all missing her, wondering why she died. Molly stuffs the feelings back inside, no use feeling bad, just give them answers. She begins working, carefully executing her duties.

By the time she’s done, she knows a lot more. She can tell Sherlock the details, and he will find the killer, because that’s what he does. He solves mysteries. Fleetingly, Molly remembers the childish crush she had on him, the time she spent trying to get him to notice her. No one notices her. Conversation isn’t really her area, and dating isn’t either. Moriarty remains a smudge in Molly’s memories. There haven’t been any others since him – her flat remains empty save her and the cat, silent when she comes home besides the cat’s hungry mews. It’s a little lonely, but Molly doesn’t mind. Not too much.

She’s putting the woman’s body back into its spot when she gives the woman’s face one last look. It’s sad, she thinks, that she’ll never know this woman. She probably wouldn’t have, anyway, but something about it bothers her. She wonders if anyone’s missed her yet, if anyone’s realized the flat swarmed with police lights last night was their daughter’s, friend’s, girlfriend’s. Molly catches herself wondering what it would be like if their roles were reversed; if she were on this slab and this woman was doing her job like it was a normal day. She has to swallow the thoughts quickly – she’s the girl who doesn’t matter, and it’s hard enough to ignore that every day.

Molly shuts the door to the woman’s slot. Done. Soon this woman will be another of Holmes’ solved mysteries, another post on John’s blog. Molly’s work is done. Molly smiles a tiny smile – she’s done her work well. About to check back upstairs in the lab, Molly hears a soft voice.

“Hello? Are you Molly Hooper? Lestrade’s sent me.”

She looks up to find the owner of the deep timbre. She finds a man with soft-looking reddish curls and a kind face. Molly smiles awkwardly, feeling her cheeks flush red. “Y-yes, I’m Molly. Um, w-who are you?” she stutters, suddenly nervous.

“I’m Magnus. Wallander’s assistant?”

“I’m sorry – who’s Wallander? Erm, I haven’t heard of him, or you for that matter, and, well, are you here for a case?” she blunders, rambling.

The man – Magnus – only gives a lighthearted laugh. “Wallander said Sherlock was like that. He’s an old friend of Lestrade’s, called down to help out Holmes on a case. Lestrade called him, that is, Sherlock refuses help unless it’s from John, and, apparently, you.”

“Oh! Yes, you said something about Lestrade wanting me. I don’t know what it could be for, I’m just the mortician.” Her cheeks are flaming now, just being in the presence of such a handsome man.

“I’ve not a clue, Molly.” She shivers a little at hearing him speak her name – that’s embarrassing. Oblivious, Magnus continues, “Usually I’m just in charge of files. Copies and the like. It’s not a bad job. You’ve certainly got an interesting one, down here. And Sherlock is definitely a character, it must be great working with him…” Magnus trails off. “I’m getting off-topic. Let me walk you back up, I’m sure Wallander’s got a job for me up there too.”

Shyly, and somewhat awkwardly, Molly follows Magnus. They fall into step as Magnus continues to speak. Molly listens intently, occasionally squeaking out a response. Her voice betrays her, fleeing from her throat when he catches her eye. God, Molly, you’re an eleven-year-old. Magnus doesn’t seem to mind, keeping up his chatter until they reach the lab.

Lestrade’s salt-and-pepper hair is matched by another man’s. Magnus gives a nod in his direction, “Wallander, that is.” Molly raises her hand in a sort of hello wave. Sherlock’s bent over a microscope, John at his side. Lestrade offers Molly a smile.

“Kurt, this is Molly Hooper, our mortician. I see you’ve met Magnus, Molly, this is Kurt Wallander, another detective.”

Wallander greets her, “Hullo. Magnus, you think you could grab me those files from before?”

Magnus shoots Molly and i-told-you-so look, and her stomach explodes in butterflies. He places his hand on her shoulder, making her insides flip. “See you soon, Molly Hooper. I’ve got files to attend to.” Molly manages a choked “bye.” She certainly hopes this mystery won’t be an easy one to solve. She could get used to seeing Magnus around.

[sutoribenda]

So I actually did it!

I actually wrote a Sherlander ficlet with Magnus/Molly as the pairing. It's sort of short, but I've only seen the first episode of Wallander. Once I've seen more and have a better handle on Magnus as a character, I might write a much longer story. This was really fun and I adore the crossover, plus I'm really proud of this, considering that not too much time went into writing it. So here it is! Enjoy everyone.

“So what made you choose this case, Sherlock? Seems a bit- ,” she paused, searching for the right words. “Unlike you…”

He barely glanced up at her, but it was nothing she wasn’t used to. “I’ve known Kurt for years,” Sherlock replied offhandedly. “He found this case particularly vexing and called me up as a favor. Besides,” he smiled in the strange, manic sort of way that only appeared when he was being entertained by a difficult case. “This one is at least an eight.”

Molly tried not to be too worried about what exactly that meant. She should, after all, be used to Sherlock’s strange mannerisms, but sometimes it was still hard for her to keep up. Luckily, she didn’t have to dwell on it much, seeing as an older gentleman who she had never met before walked into the lab right then. This got Sherlock’s attention.

“Ah, Wallander,” the detective said. “I think I’ve discovered what the compound is in that soil sample you gave me. It should lead us to the dump site if you’ll only give me a moment to wait for the results.”

“Fine,” the man, Molly figured that he must have been the Kurt Wallander whose case Sherlock was working on, responded. “I should take a copy of the results over to Martinsson at the Yard before we head out.”

Sherlock raised an eyebrow. “One of your men?”

Wallander nodded. “However, he seems to have no trouble fitting in with yours. That Detective Inspector? He’s let Martinsson make quite the little home for himself. Heard the two of them going off about football right before I left.”

A computer buzzed and Sherlock swiveled in his chair to face the monitor. “Well the results seem to be- ,” he was cut off suddenly by the loud and shrill ringing of the older detective’s phone.

“Yes?” Wallander said, answering it only after the thing had exhausted its insufferable ringtone. “Oh, wonderful,” he deadpanned. “Yes, of course. We’ll be right there.” He hung up and turned to the other man. “Anne-Britt and John are over near Trafalgar Square. She says they’ve found something urgent, want us to come and take a look.”

“Then we should go now,” Sherlock replied, picking up the freshly printed chemical results with a flourish. “No time to make a copy of this for your assistant though.”

Wallander shrugged. “Eh, he can make the copies for us. It’s what he does. We’ll have to hurry and run it over to the Yard, though.”

“I could take it,” Molly piped up. Both men turned to her abruptly, having forgotten that she was even in the same room. “That is, if you’d like me to. It just seems like you’re in a rush to get to the Square, so I thought that,” she stopped, not wanting to ramble and look even more like the foolish girl she was.

“Yes, that’s just what we need Molly,” Sherlock said without even a hint of thanks in his voice. He handed her the papers.

Wallander, at least, nodded at her graciously. “Just take those over to Magnus Martinsson; he’ll know what to do with it.”

Before Molly could say another word, both men were out of the door and rushing towards what must have been a new crime scene. She sighed and trudged out of the hospital, her thoughts on the consulting detective and his attitude towards her. She got a cab quickly enough and sat down heavily. She enjoyed helping him and didn’t mind running these errands or even being dismissed. The thing that bothered her so much is that she liked to think of the two of them as friends. Sherlock never seemed to want any part in anything that even resembled friendship with Molly. If anything, his coldest toward her was helping her childish crush on him to lessen greatly.

The cab stopped in front of Scotland Yard and she got out, heading straight to the floor that she knew Greg Lestrade’s team worked on. She immediately found the kind Detective Inspector and gave him a shy smile.

“Afternoon Greg,” she said.

“Hello there Miss Hooper,” he replied, giving her a grin. “What can I do for you today? Got anything for me from Sherlock?”

“Actually, yes,” she said. “Some lab results came in and he wanted me to bring them over. Kurt Wallander mentioned that one of his men was working here and would know what to do with them.”

“Ah, that’ll be Martinsson,” said Greg. He stepped around Molly and called into the hallway. “Magnus, some files are in for you.”

An unfamiliar man turned the corner and walked into Lestrade’s office to join him and Molly. “And what else is new?” he replied with a smirk. “Is that it?” he asked.

Molly stared at him. The man, Magnus, was tall, lean, and incredibly handsome. The mischievous look on his face was making her knees quiver and his eyes were an unbelievable shade of blue. She felt her cheeks going red right as she stood there. Molly tried to will herself to stop gawking like a schoolgirl and say something, but she was even more worried about what might come out of her mouth. And who could blame her? He was so beautiful!

“Um, yes. Yes, these are the files. The results that Sherlock had me bring over. These are it. Yes.” She had found her voice, but the rambling was sure to be even less flattering than the gazing had been.

Thankfully, he didn’t seem to find her nerves to be unappealing. Instead, he laughed slightly and gave her a huge smile. “Thank you for bringing them. I suppose Wallander couldn’t be bothered to do the menial tasks himself and is resorting to sending pretty girls over instead.”

“They, um, they had a case,” she stutters, trying not to be too thrown off by the fact that he had called her pretty.

“Well,” he said, his icy eyes never leaving hers. “Don’t they always? I’m Magnus, by the way. And you?” He was holding out a hand to her.

“I’m Molly Hooper,” she replied in an almost whisper. She reached out a trembling hand to his. He took it gratefully and gave it a shake.

“Well Miss Hooper, it was very good to meet you.” He released her hand and she tried to hold back the girlish sigh that was threatening to escape. “I hope I can see you again sometime.” And he left, leaving Molly standing behind, completely stupefied.

Maybe she should make running these errands for Sherlock into a habit. Because honestly, she really hoped that she’d see Magnus again too.