Title: Maybe just, maybe

Disclaimer: This sweet Molly Hooper and her adorable Sherlock are not mine.

Author's note: My second fanfiction. Since I'm a newbie, pleaaaaaaase give me reviews. *hug

02 April

Hello! This is Molly Hooper. I'm a pathologist at St. Bart. Well it's glad to have a blog and write down your feelings. To share your feelings to someone. Maybe I can meet someone new, who knows! And maybe, I don't know how.. Well maybe he can read it too.. and.. you know..

Well, I have to share some good feelings, haven't I? Well, there's someone. He's not like any other. He's just simply incredible, gorgeous, tall, genius... well he's simply just PERFECT!

Can you imagine it? This man walk through my life. My miserable life. When I work with dead bodies and chemicals, and live in a small flat with my Toby. Oh, Toby is my cat by the way. I would like to name him after that perfect creature, but I thought it would just humiliate myself if he found out about it.

Thank God there's still a good thing in my miserable life.

He's the only Consultant Detective in this world. He said that. It's awesome, isn't it? Too have such an interesting job. Solving cases. Work with datas and many possibilities. Never get bored.

He's got a friend. John Watson! Ha! Finally I remember his name. He's a good guy actually. Seems like my perfect man so trust him. I worried about him sometimes. Seems like other people doesn't see him like I do. They said taht he's rude, sociopath. I don't know about the sociopath thing, but I know that he's a litte bit rude.

Okay, not just a little bit. He's completely rude. In fact, I thought that he knows my feelings for him but still using me to get access to those dead bodies. For his experiments.

Why he's like that? Why he always says such a horrible things to me? Always. But still I can't hate him. Okay now maybe you judge me as a masochist, but believe me, he's not as bad as people think.

He's just a 7-year-old kid trapped in a 35 year-old man body. With genius brain. I can see that. If you think that he's bad, try to think it again. With that bain, he can rob a bank, make a nuclear teror, kill people, but no, he's not doing it. Despite, he help people to solve criminal cases. Okay, he said that he doing it to help people but just for fun, but still I believe he's just doesn't realise it.

Maybe just, maybe.. someday he would recognise me. As a whole personality, not just my outer appearance as a dull pathologist. Maybe someday, he could see me. He could count on me, like he could count on John.

Well, maybe just maybe..

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What the hell did you write, Molly?

-Thescienceofdeduction