Ch 1 – Brilliant
"Hello."
"Hello."
He was smiling slightly. She shifted under his formulating gaze.
"It's good to see you."
"Yes, it's always good to see a familiar face after a traumatic, life-changing event."
"Actually, I meant you. It's good to see you."
Her eyes widened and she blushed, "I...uh..."
He embraced her suddenly, then pulled away just as quickly, his face one of ambiguity as he briskly walked away.
But he didn't walk entirely away.
He turned on his heel, almost reluctantly, and kissed her on the cheek, before turning once more and walking all the way away.
Blogpost – Molly Hooper, 6/29/11, 1301h
I had been having a fine day until he walked in. You know, him. That guy I'm always talking to you about who seems to not register my existence. Yeah, that guy.
Sigh. God, I hate that guy. But, I love him, too. Wait, did I really just type that? How do you delete it?
Ugh! Well, anyway. He came in and said he needed to look at a particular cut made with a frog sticker. (Meena, you were eating lunch with your boyfriend, otherwise you would have been there with me) I wasn't entirely sure what a frog sticker was, let alone what the cut would look like. Besides, I was fairly certain that no one had used one in at least a decade. He (well, I suppose I might as well just come out and say his name since I've already said it on a previous post) Sherlock sighed and slipped a knife out of his pocket.
"Can I have a male, about twenty four years old?"
His companion, John Watson, elbowed him in the ribs.
"Please?" he asked through gritted teeth.
Suddenly, I got very clammy, as I always do around Sherlock Holmes. I hated myself for it, especially after the Moriarty fiasco. Aren't life-changing events supposed to change you? Shouldn't I be braver and more independent now? Hadn't I already stood up to this once before?
My hands shook as I flipped through my clipboard. I paused on the third page, where I knew John Doe (how fitting), age twenty three was. I cleared my throat, "John Doe." Mr Watson laughed and I felt a blush creep up my cheeks.
"Thank you, Molly." Sherlock said as he attempted to move past me. I blocked his way.
"Y-you'll need paperwork."
There was a pause and Sherlock's mouth twitched upwards, in something akin to a smirk.
"Is that so?"
"Yes." I said, quiet but firm.
His smirk broadened, "All right, then."
My eyes widened slightly and I glanced at John Watson as Sherlock swished out of the morgue. The doctor shrugged and followed his executive out.
Dizziness overcame me and I groped for a surface to lean on. I had found the courage to stand up for myself. That much was becoming less and less surprising. The fact that Sherlock had accepted the change so readily is what startled me. What had that been about? What did he want? I shook my head and my breathing steadied as Sherlock swished back in, paperwork raised proudly above his head. I snatched the paper from him, more hurriedly than intended, leaving him to his work as I pushed the cadaver I had been working on into its respective freezer. I then busied myself as much as I could around my desk, rearranging and cataloguing medicines and tools that had already been rearranged and catalogued, looking over papers and computers documents that had already been edited (and some sent out), and doodling on my clipboard so as to seem that I was writing on it. If Sherlock had been paying attention, he would have noticed all of this, but he wasn't paying any attention. He didn't care.
Finally, he was done, which meant I could get back to work. John Watson left the room and I figured that Sherlock already had, since Mr Watson always follows him around. So, I was startled when I headed towards the trolley and Sherlock suddenly materialised in front of me.
"Hello."
"Hello."
He was smila;sdfkaj ;io;igna;NSV C
So, I showed Sherlock to my friends and my buddy, Janie, was so cute! She got so into it! She would say stuff like, "Oh no! They're gonna die!" or "Oh my gosh! I'm so scared!" or "I knew that would happen!" Also, it was so cute because in the third episode, she saw Jim come in after Molly and she said, "Wait a second, isn't that Sherlock's girlfriend? I thought they liked each other." and after Molly leaves and Sherlock watches her leave, she said, "Aw. At least he cares."
