WARNINGS: This story may use pieces from all episodes of each series including Reichenbach
Disclaimer: Conan Doyle, Moffat and Gatiss own Sherlock, this is just what my brain spews out as a reaction.
Author's notes: I just have a lot of feels for Molly Hooper. And SherlolIy. Maybe even Mollystrade. BASICALLY this is Molly's story.
It was grey outside. As her laptop was loading up, Molly looked towards her window where the rain had begun to tap; relieved at the fact that finally the landlord had fixed the heating. Once the screen began to glow, Molly clicked on to John Watson's blog. It was bookmarked. It was her guilty pleasure. Reading all of John's documented tales of his and Sherlock's adventures, such excitement, she'd never been introduced to – unless of course you counted one word answers from Sherlock.
Before John, she'd always wondered what Sherlock got up to before and after he quickly diagnosed one of the bodies at the hospital and then left; now she knew. Sometimes she even felt part of their adventures, though she would be mentioned briefly.
"Whatcha got there?" Jim had been making tea in her kitchen. For the minute she was on John's blog, she had forgotten about him completely.
"Oh, um, I'm on-"
Jim peered down behind her, squinting at the screen
"Personal blog of doctor John H Watson?" He read.
"Oh, wasn't he the man with Sherlock Holmes?" He handed Molly her cup. Molly didn't know what to say. That she was spying on Sherlock and John? That's what it looked like...
"Yes. This is um, um nothing, I just...I heard of John's blog, just checking it out" She tried to sound casual but even she could hear the slight tremor in her voice.
"Oh" Jim glanced over it and returned to the couch. Molly closed her laptop.
"So, i was wondering if you wanted to go to a concert with me?"
Molly hadn't been outside of the morgue or her house in a long while. A concert would be much needed. "A concert? Sure, which one?"
"JLS? I've always liked them; they're only in town for a day!" JLS?
It had started again. For a week now, after her argument with Sherlock over whether Jim was gay or not, the thought had remained lingering inside her head. Of course at first she pushed it right away, Jim, gay? No, he was just well groomed and nice and Sherlock didn't like it...Molly had even hoped just the tiniest that he might of been jealous too. But eventually she realized he wasn't. Ever since then, each time Jim would say something remotely gay-like, the thought would always pop up.
"I love this salmon coloured shirt, don't you?"
"Sherlock's got such curly hair; I wish my hair was like that!" He'd joke, but Molly was always sceptical
They'd only been dating for a week and a half and already she could see the relationship crumble part.
"Molly? Your tea's getting cold."