an: hi guys! thank you for the great feedback for "A Miscalculation" ! It really warms my heart to know that you enjoyed it. Here's the sequel i hope you enjoy this one as well.
Sherlock is not mine.
Molly Hooper was never the eye catching babe, nor was she a fashionable one. She was plain, simple, shy and unmistakably boring. Yes, she was all of them, but despite those, she had her own appealing side. She was adorable in her own way, she was intelligent and witty, great at her job, kind to everyone, yet she can be feisty if she needed to be. The most appealing asset that Molly Hooper had was patience. Yes, patience.
The never ending drawl of a certain overly-intelligent man was an annoying sound to most people, but for Molly it was music to her ears. She would listen attentively at most times, sometimes she won't, she was either dealing with sadness or she was coming down with something.
Molly Hooper sat on the corner of her apartment window, petting her cat Toby. She traded in her work clothes for something more homey. Her hair loosely tied into a bun, an oversized beige colored jumper for her top and a simple boxer short that ends 1/4 of her thighs. She didn't mind the flash of skin, she was in her own home after all.
Sherlock crossed her mind again, when suddenly her cat jumped off of her and circled in front of the apartment door. She gave a confused look, Toby never jumps so abruptly unless Jim was at the door.
Jim. The sound of his name resonated through her head. Chills ran down her spine as she remembered the times they've spent together, getting coffee, watching glee and even snogging on her couch. Molly turned red, shaking her head repeatedly. Jim was many things for her, he was never just a criminal. He taught her to come out of her shell a little more, she learned that there are others that can make her happy besides the one sidedness of her feelings for Sherlock. Jim was sweet, kind, awkward and funny. Of course, Molly knew that it's because of his little acting charade that he was all of those things, but she believed that even a little bit, inside his insane heart, he was all of them for real.
Molly gave a melancholic sigh, she admits that she was baffled by the gay thing, she was hurt, but it didn't match her feelings when she found out that he was only using her to get to Sherlock. The pathologist sobbed a bit, curling herself in to the corner. It was a shame, she was developing feelings for him and she thought that maybe, he was the guy that could change everything bad in her life, but sadly, that was the complete opposite.
Sharp nails against wood caught her attention, Toby's been continuously scratching the door.
"Toby? What are you doing? No one's there." Molly hopped off and even peeked through her peep hole. She found no one, but Toby didn't stop scratching the door. To ease Toby's weird behavior, Molly opened the door. She was surprised on how fast her cat took off, her eyes followed down the maroon carpeted halls to find Toby purring around a pair of trouser clad legs. Her eyes slowly traced upwards to find the man she was just thinking about. Her mouth agape in shock, she blinked more than a few times to check if she wasn't dreaming. By the expression Jim gave off, she caught him off guard, previously pacing himself in the empty hall.
"Jim." She managed to mutter.
Moriarty recomposed himself, straightening his blazer before picking up Toby. He gave a decent smile and proceeded to approach her. Molly Hooper was not afraid, she was nervous and shocked at the same time. Jim smirked, handing over the cat. "Hello to you too, Molly. " He said as she slowly took her cat from his hold.
an: yes i'm cruel that way, I'm sorry. who knows, maybe I'll write a third :)