I'm doing some writing exercises in which I randomly generate numbers from lists of fandoms and characters! This is going to be my Sherlock set, and I'll have others, too. I'll update each fandom when I can. After picking a fandom and character, I go into my itunes shuffle and get inspiration from songs!
Sherlock, MH, MakeDamnSure by Taking Back Sunday
"I just…"
Molly's throat closes and she swallows. Her eyes drop to the floor and her fingers clench in her lap.
"Molly?"
Molly looks back up, her eyes loath to settle on the woman in front of her. "I just wish I could know what he's thinking. Half the time I'm barely keeping up when he talks to me—or rather—around me," Molly's gaze skitters back to the rug. "Through me."
The woman across from her leans forward. "Why do you say he talks through you?"
"I shouldn't have—I didn't mean that he talks through me. There's a better word."
The woman is patient. "What word?"
Molly fiddles with the strap of her bag and raises her chin just enough to look at the woman. "Well…yes. He does talk through me. He doesn't sense that he does it, I don't think. He simply speaks faster than any sensible person could register. He says things at such a pace that—"
"Molly."
Molly shuts her mouth.
"Stop defending him."
Molly's body slumps.
"You will never get over this man unless you recognize his faults."
Molly grimaces. "I do recognize his faults. He's an utter arse. He's rude and inconsiderate and has a superiority complex that would put several dictators to shame. He talks down to, through, and around several people on a regular basis and rarely ever apologizes for or even realizes it. Even when others are silent he berates us for using his thinking space. We pollute his mind simply by breathing."
She takes a breath.
The woman sits back in her chair. "But?"
"But he is loyal. He treasures his friends. He would fight for any one of us."
The woman arches an eyebrow.
Molly isn't looking at her, though. She's nodding rapidly. "He would die for any one of us. He would do anything for his friends. And so would I."
The two women contemplate each other for a long, silent moment. The other speaks first.
"Then I don't suppose there's any advice I can give you, Miss Hooper, which you won't already anticipate or ignore."
Molly feels slightly disappointed. But only slightly. She feels oddly validated. A strange sense of closure, really. She rises. "Thank you for your time, doctor."