Tumblr Sherlolly Appreciation Week, Day 1: Their First Meeting

A/N: Hello, this is my first attempt at writing Sherlolly, so I hope you like it

"Fate"

Molly made her way up the escalator of the St. Bartholomew's tube stop. As she was pushed towards the exit, within the massive rush of the early morning commute, she could just make out dark skies and the sound of pouring rain.

Oh no, she thought. Of course it would be raining. First, because they were in London, secondly, she forgot to put her umbrella into her commuter bag and thirdly but no less important, it was her first day at her new job as a full fledged Specialist Registrar receiving her specialty training at St. Bart's Hospital.

Could her morning be any more nerve wracking?

She made her way to the small magazine and snack tube shop, hoping to find an umbrella. Apparently, a lot of other people had the same idea and she was lucky to even find a newspaper she could buy.

Standing off to the right of the exit she looked across the street to the hospital then took a deep breath and girded herself enough to make a run for it.

As she stepped off the sidewalk a long, tall coat with arms and an umbrella enveloped her from behind.

"What?" She exclaimed as she was gently nudged forward towards St. Bart's. She glanced all the way up the lapel of an exquisitely made coat, the softest looking blue scarf to the alabaster white neck and model sharp cheek bones surrounded by a shock of the darkest, most luscious curls a man could ever have.

"What...?" was all she could get out before this whirlwind of a male looked down at her and with the most incredibly intelligent and piercing blue eyes, devoured her. Yes, her father would tell her she was being overdramatic, but it felt like he was devouring her. She had to look away from his intensity.

Those eyes roamed every inch of her face before he said in a low, deep baritone that vibrated through both of their coats, "Please don't say what, again."

"Wha..." His sharp gaze stopped her.

"My mother always attempted to drill manners into me and apparently it worked to some extent." He explained as he walked them towards the main entrance of St. Bart's. "I noticed you didn't have an umbrella and that newspaper would soak through within minutes in this downpour."

"Oh." Was the only thing Molly could muster in response to being manhandled and brought to exactly where she needed to be.

"How?" She said stunned as she looked around the warm and dry lobby of the hospital.

"Your bag has a St. Bart's logo on it and you have the look of a medical professional in need of a good nap. Good day."

"What?" She whispered to his back as he walked away leaving her to wonder who he was and what just happened.