I thought I'd write a short little Sherlolly fanfiction for the upcoming holidays. I'm super excited for Christmas and this is one way to celebrate! I hope you enjoy and do feel free to leave a review! I always appreciate feedback.
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Sherlock Holmes loomed behind Molly Hooper as she worked over a dead body at Bart's mortuary. Lucky he thought. She has something to do. He leaned against the wall and just continued to watch her work. He had already discovered the body's cause of death but the five-or-so-seconds of deductions hardly cut it out for him. He was addict and his drug was complicated problems that took thought. He was one of the greatest minds of the 21st century, it was only normal he craved things that made his mind work. The normal mundane tasks of everyday life were tedious, boring and much too ordinary for the world's only consulting detective. He needed something so much more, which is why it frustrated him when there were no calls from Detective Inspector Lestrade alerting him of another case Scotland Yard was too daft to solve on their own. Which is why it pleased him so when a serial killer, or a robber, or a murderer, or a kidnapper came up, because it was just so much more interesting than all the things ordinary people fill their days doing.
Molly Hooper moved over to the other side of the table so that her back was no longer facing him. She was still so concentrated that she hadn't noticed she had an audience. Minutes passed before Molly finally glanced up, she screamed when she noticed the tall figure leaning in the corner. A loud clang broke the almost quiet they sat in before as she jumped back and knocked over a tray of metal instruments she had been previously using. Immediately the small mousey girl flushed an alarming shade of red. "Sorry, I didn't – I didn't um notice you there, Sherlock. Ho-how long have you been standing there?" She asked making eye contact with the dead man on the table more than the man in front of her.
"Not too long." Sherlock replied with a small smile.
Molly melted at the sight of his smile. "Do-do you want to um see a body or something?"
"No, Molly. I haven't had a case for a day now. My mind can't stand it. I came to look at the bodies you work on and deduce the cause of death."
"Couldn't you and John find something to do?"
"He's out of town." Sherlock said flatly.
"Oh. Well – uh, I suppose you can just stay there then." Molly started. "Would you like some coffee or something?"
"Yes, that'd be lovely bla-"
"Black, two sugars. I know." Molly said turning to leave.
Just before she left the room, shedding her gloves in the garbage and sanitizing her hands Sherlock spoke again. "Asphyxiation. As there are no bruises on his body, probably smothered in his sleep by something like a pillow."
"Oh. You-you figured it out?" Molly asked turning back to him.
"About twenty minutes ago, Molly."
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Sherlock Holmes took a sip from the coffee Molly had gotten him. It always amazed him at how she managed to make him a perfect cup every time. When John made him coffee it would take him about five or six tries before he finally got it right. I mean how hard can it be? Sherlock wondered. He watched with a hawk-like gaze as Molly finished writing her report and cleaned up the body. Until she finally wheeled it out of the room and returned with a mug of coffee for herself. Two creams, no sugar Sherlock recited. Then he wondered if she knew he had memorized her coffee order as well.
"Anymore on your list?" Sherlock asked, eager like a child.
"Um, no the-there isn't Sherlock, sorry."
They sat in silence for a few moments before Sherlock erupted in frustration. "Ugh! Why haven't there been any new cases! I need a new case. Or a cigarette, I need a cigarette at least."
Because while Sherlock Holmes was an addict of solving puzzles, when his poison of choice wasn't available to him he resorted to the next best thing: smoking. It soothed his mind for a little while, a mind rapidly spinning out of control.
"No." Molly said as firmly as she could muster. "I'll ring John and tell him what you're doing. You've been off the cigarettes for months now."
Sherlock was alarmed at this sudden ferocity in Molly. As she was usually stumbling on not only her feet when she was around him, but also her words. She was quick to please him and happy to do his bidding. But then again, Sherlock couldn't quite admit that he didn't enjoy her laying down the law. "Why does it matter to you if I smoke?" He snapped.
Molly's eyes filled with tears for a moment and she finally made eye contact, looking into his piercingly blue eyes. Sherlock already regretted saying it. Either because he didn't like seeing her so hurt or because now he'd be forced to listen to whatever was on her mind. Most likely the latter, he thought to himself. She spoke, "My dad smoked all his life, Sherlock. Constantly had a cigarette hanging out of his mouth and he thought he'd live forever. He didn't think they'd do anything because all he thought about was how good it made him feel when he lit up a cigarette and inhaled. He got lung cancer … and he died. The cigarettes Sherlock, they took him away from me. And I don't want them to take you away from me either."
She broke and tears were now falling down her cheeks and sobs escaped her. Sherlock stood there awkwardly looking around unsure of what to do next. He hadn't found himself alone with a crying woman very often. He immediately thought of what John would do, though disagreeing with his best friend he reached out and put a hand on her back. She looked up at him, shocked at his action. But instead of questioning it she buried her face in his chest and quietly sobbed against him. He wrapped his long arms around her petite frame and held her close. He could feel her shaking with tears. "I won't smoke the cigarette." He said quietly to her and Sherlock took his emergency pack out of his coat pocket and threw them in the bin. She smiled up at him and Sherlock decided to flee the scene before he'd be forced to comfort her again. Women were not his forte.
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A/N: So what do you guys think? It'll start getting Christmassy soon. I plan to update weekly, but that might not happen because of school and stuff. I also hoep I finish it by New Years. Anyway, hope you guys liked it and leave a review!