Title: Denial
Disclaimer: No, Sherlock's not mine. *sad
Author's note: Songfic from 10cc- I'm not in love.
Molly Hooper.
She's not pretty. She's just moderate. Average. She's always smile when I'm around but that's just.. moderate.
She's not smart. Okay, the fact that she doing pretty good with her job as pathologist doesn't means that she's smart enough to compare with my genius mind. She's so easy to please. I can just praise her new hairstyle and get what I want. Cadaver. Not her.
She's shy. Well that's annoying. She always flusterred when she looks at me. Lovely, but still.. annoying. She always try to make conversation and jokes, but still.. it's awkward. It just turns to humiliate herself. Why she has to do that? Humiliate herself. She has to learn to respect herself.
And yet, with that low social skill, she tried to date. With gay. How pathetic! Didn't she recognized the signs? It's just obvious. And she's mad at me when I told that. She would end up being hurt if I didn't tell her, if I choosed to be blind and support her relationship. John teased me about that. He told that I'm just jealous. Ho, please!
And so after she dated a gay, that turns out to be a phsycopath serial killer, she dare to.. like me? Or love me, according to the note. Why, Molly? Do you think you can get me? That I'm gonna have some feels for you? Well, yes. I have feeling for you. I felt sorry. Because I deduced that you have new boyfriend. I told you Molly, to attempt any possibilities to have a boyfriend. I told you before. It's just gonna hurt your emotional feeling. But yet you didn't hear me, didn't you? You still try to like someone. I just surprised that it turns out to be me. I'm still a human, Molly. I apologized to you because suddenly I felt something uncomfortable in my chest. It's just sorry, Molly. Not because I felt something for you.
There's Irene. She makes me keep guessing about her. She's smart. Just slightly below my incredible mind. Molly Hooper not as smart as her. Irene knows how to act in front of a man.. or woman. Molly Hooper don't. Irene is the only woman that can compare me. Molly Hooper don't.
But yet you still dare to deduced my feelings. You dare to stated that I was sad. You dare to made me stop working and looking at you. You dare to said that you don't count. I can't take my eyes of off you. Just looking at your back when you go through that door, with some "funny" feelings inside. What is that? No, Molly it isn't hurt.
And yet you still surprised me. You dare to believe in me when people called me a fraud. Why Molly? Why can't you being like other people and hate me. Why do you have to believe me?
You think you're good, Molly? You think that you can make me turn to you? You think that I can't stop thinking about you? No, Molly. I'm not in love with you.