"Are you joking?" Sherlock asked, his face stony as he glared at Molly.

She looked at him, shocked.

"N-no?"

He threw his hand on the bench and stood up. "This is ridiculous, Molly! I need your help now!"

Molly took a step back looking over to John for help. The doctor was missing. Sherlock had ordered him to get his laptop from Baker Street. John was going to be done for at least ten more minutes and here Molly was, trying to handle the creature that was Sherlock Holmes.

"P-please, Sherlock, I just want to go on a date with my friend!" she took a few more steps back, tears beginning to well in her eyes.

"For Christ's sake!" he flailed his arms around and rushed about the lab, picking up bits and pieces. He looked over at Molly who was standing gobsmacked over his outburst. "What are you doing just standing there? Either get out, or help out!" he spat out before beginning to work again.

She rushed out, tears beginning to fall down he cheek while John walked up to Sherlock.

"Are you alright? What happened?" John asked, alarm written all over his face.

"I have a date," Molly choked out, her sentence thin and John just managed to catch the words.

He shifted on his feet, looking down at the ground with disappointment. "Look, Molly, don't pay much attention to him. You're perfectly able to live a life and sometimes he just has to accept that. He can't expect you to wait on him hand and foot."

Molly nodded at him and smiled a little. "Thanks, John."

She rushed out and John looked after her before turning around to face the morgue doors. After a deep breath, he took a few steps in and looked around for signs of Sherlock.

"Upstairs!" he heard and rolled his eyes at how unaffected he sounded even after he (as John presumed) verbally abused Molly for (again, John presumed) not being there to help him and leading a life.

The door opened and John took a small step in. He saw Sherlock sitting across from him, his back to the new person. "I knew you'd come back. I need another liver."

"Of course I came back. I have your laptop."

Sherlock spun around and looked at John. "I thought you'd run into… what's this one's name?"

The look on John's face was pure anger. "Poppy," he replied through clenched teeth.

"Right, Polly. Sorry, the condescending English teacher?" Sherlock asked.

"No, apparently she's the hypocritical dentist. And it's Poppy," John told him, again, his teeth clenched.

"Anyway, I wasn't really expecting you to return seeing as Pam-"

"Why on earth would Molly return when she walked out with tears streaming down her face?" John asked, his arms crossed and his patience waring.

"Don't be absurd. Of course I didn't expect Molly to return. She's got a date, apparently."

"You said 'I knew you'd come back' when it was blatantly obvious I would return and Molly was the only other one in here."

Sherlock looked at John with that 'don't-be-so-daft' look he often gave. "You don't even know that Molly and I were the only ones here while you were out."

"Just stop this, Sherlock! Get your head out of your arse, it's not a hat! Molly is not going to come back today and she probably won't talk to you in the near future! The world doesn't revolve around you!"

"I'll have you know that the world revolves around the sun. So there." He spun around and looked back at his experiment. "I could use a liver, by the way, if you can get one. Human, preferably and by that, I mean it has to be human."

Meanwhile, Molly had managed to get home, her eyesight clouded with tears as we walked through the busy streets of London and on the tube. She would have been impressed by her achievement had It not been a regular occurrence.

Of course, Toby was nowhere in sight, as cats regularly are, so Molly came home to silence. She looked in the mirror and sighed. Her eyes were red. She knew Felix would never brush it off as nothing and the date would end, about ten to twenty seconds after she arrived, with her in his arms as she cried about what was wrong (everything) and then him being all friend like and trying to help her. On top of that, she wouldn't get another date with him again and she would go back to the morgue to see Sherlock with a smug grin at her sad face and general demeanour. No, he would pick up on everything as soon as she walked in and would make a snide comment such as "how was your date?" and Molly guessed he'd probably elongate his words such as Alan Rickman would.

Molly had a quick shower and changed before trying to put on her mask and take the role of Happy Hooper who was not upset about Sherlock Holmes and was a capable person. Happy Hooper could enjoy a date unlike Miserable Molly was an unlikely favourite at the moment. Felix was going to see Happy Hooper for as long as Molly could manage. After all, no-one wants to take a snivelling girl on a date. Talk about bad first impressions for a first date.

Happy Hooper (or what could be assembled) stood in front of the mirror, practising laughs and fake smile for this evening. Felix was picking her up in ten minutes and Happy Hooper (more like Mediocre Molly) was going to stay Happy Hooper no matter what. That included if Sherlock turned up or if Felix asked how her day went. She was going to be happy starting-

The door bell rang and Molly's mask nearly slipped.

"Just a sec, Felix!" she called out.

Starting now!