Sherlolly prompt: Molly and Sherlock's up until now secret relationship has become public and the tabloid press hasn't been kind to Molly. Sherlock hasn't seen or spoken to her all day and he's worried she's not handling it well, but her reaction surprises her. Bonus if Kitty Riley is involved, either in person or not!
Damn, I had fun with this. Thanks for the prompt, penaltywaltz
There was a reason why these things were kept silent.
Sherlock gnashed his teeth at the barrage of people crowdingaround Barts. It was solid wall of reporters, with their cameras, and theirabsolutely disgusting lack of morals. Sherlock decided that he hatedblackmailers, reporters, and serial killers in that order. At least serialkillers had a moral code of conduct.
âMy God,â muttered John.
âPlease donât call out the name of the supposedly all-powerful,âsneered Sherlock. âIt would be wasted on this rabble.â
âSherlock,â said John. âAre you sure sheâs taking it well?â
âI donât know,â said Sherlock. âShe hasnât been answering herphone, she hasnât been replying to texts, and sheâs been in the morgue all thedamn day.â
âWell, weâll fight through this lot,â said John. âGregâs on hisway, too.â
âTell Graham to get rid of the people at the back as well. She hasenough on her plate with Moriarty just defeated.â
âYou go on,â said John, as if he hadnât heard what Sherlock said.
Sherlock steeled his nerves, and strode forward, to be nearlyblinded by the flashlights.
âMr. Holmes, does Miss Hooper know about Miss Matthews?â
âMr. Holmes, do you tax Miss Hooper sexually?â
âMr. Holmes, when did you two get together?â
âMr. Holmes, was this a romance in dire circumstances?â
âMr. Holmes, are you, Mr. Watson and Miss Hooper in it together?â
The last one almost got a scathing retort back.
Sherlock knew why he had been keeping his relationship with Mollya secret now. It wasnât because of the dangerous criminals, the fact that Johncouldnât stop staring at them like they were two very wild monkeys, or the factthat Mary had burst out laughing. It was because of the press.
Moriartyâs death had been carefully orchestrated. Molly was, onceagain, key in the plans. And this time, he had asked more from her than anyoneelse.
Careful in the kidnapping, extraordinarily skilful duringquestioning, Molly Hooper once again proved her superiority to the human racein general, and even to Sherlock Holmes. Mollyâs part in the whole thing was socarefully questioned, that she might have given in, if not for their veryvoracious sexual appetites.
No one could blame Sherlock for kissing Molly soundly before sheleft to be kidnapped by Moriarty. It was inevitable, and almost a relief. Andas Molly said, the endorphins from their sex that time helped her make it throughthe ordeal.
But Mollyâs expertise lay in fighting off crime-lords, inautopsies, and kissing Sherlock. They didnât lie in facing the press.
A day of a silent Molly never boded well for Sherlock. He wasextremely used to prompt replies from her. He was used to her coffee, he wasused to her cooking, and he was even used to her cat. He was used to kissingher in the mornings, he was used to quick romps in the supply closets, and hewas used to talking, non-stop, about his cases, while she listened bemusedly.
And as he elbowed through the crowd, burst through the hospitaland headed for the morgue, he felt a very familiar grip of fear. He didnât wantto loose Molly. She could stick with him through the Consulting Criminal andhis moods, she could live with him despite him never being worthy of her, butSherlock could never, ever, escape the nagging thought that she wouldleave and he wonât be able to find an adequate reason for her to stay.
âMolly!â said Sherlock, striding in.
The Morgue was empty, and Sherlockâs heart was in his throat.
The door of Mollyâs office swung open, and a slightly absentminded Molly Hooper walked in, staring at chart.
âOh, Sherlock!â she said, with a grin. âHi! What brings you here? Itâsnot my lunch hour, and Iâm too busy for anything else.â
âYou havenât replied to my texts,â said Sherlock, after a pause.
âSorry, my phoneâs been in my office,â she said. âI was not reallyconcentrating on it. Did you know, a guy came in with one of the strangestcases of frying? Itâs brilliant. He was cooking something, and everything wentmad. Iâve spent all day with his samples.â
Sherlock was briefly stunned. This was followed by an immediateinterest in whatever Molly was speaking of.
â- and his brain looks like a large chicken nugget,â finishedMolly happily.
âMolly, what about the press?â
âWhat?â asked Molly, blinking.
âThe press,â Sherlockâs fear was turning into amusement. Hesmiled. âYou know. The one at your doorstep. Asking me whether or not you, me,and John are engaging in a bit of fun?â
âOh, that one!â said Molly, blinking rapidly again. She grinned mischievously,and blushed. âI told them that you and I were star crossed lovers from anotherplanet, and itâs really weird that we met in this life, since weâd metapproximately four lives back.â
âReally?â asked Sherlock, his smile twitching.
âI told another one that I was actually an undercover spy and thatmy hair colour was originally red, like hers,â said Molly, being as affableabout it as possible.
âLike hers?â prodded Sherlock.
âThis woman. Said she knew you. Some Kitty Riley â and I was like,âwell, you canât have known him, either people know him as a figure on thestreet, or they are best friends.â And She says to me, âyes, I knew him betterthan anybody else.â This sort of made me laugh, and sheâs just looking at me. Ilaunch into that spy story, and then I jump into the details of poor Mr. Frieshere. I even give her spy details of other missions, in Germany and Spain andall. I donât know if she believed me or not. I certainly had her hooked. It wasreally fun.â
Sherlock did everything he could to restrain himself. Molly grinnedat him again, pushing her glasses up her nose, and Sherlock decided that Mr.Fries be damned, he really had to kiss her right now.