Hello so if you read the first line this is obviously Sherlolly. I hope you like it. Please read and review!
Molly had been happy. She rarely wasn't now that Sherlock had asked her to marry him. Now the ring that once made her giddy only made her cringe in disgust and was resting in the black velvet case it had come in.
Sherlock was out on a case and she had to wait till he got home from said case he was currently working on to confront him. It was about a man with a false leg or something. She honestly wasn't sure because Sherlock had been short, cryptic, and hung up before she could remind him she couldn't read minds.
The chair creaked as Molly leaned back and closed her eyes wondering if she did that she could erase the memories of what she just saw. No such luck. She had only started working on a mind palace amonth ago with help from Sherlock.
Molly sighed and went to the room that contained the good memories with Sherlock. It wasn't a big room, but it held her best memories and now her worst, but that was shamed to the corner. Theirbed was made and she laid down on it looking up at the ceiling. Molly slipped into a more dream like state as she practiced reliving the memory like Sherlock had taught her.
It was about 9:27 PM and Molly was 27 minutes over her shift, exhausted, and no where near done. She was done her paper work and that made her smile, but when she went to close up there was an unpleasant surprise left by her /friend,/Sherlock. That wiped the smile right off Molly's face and she groaned in frustration. Why did she love this infuriating man. "Stupid fucking Sherlock Holmes nothing matters but himself and all of us idiots should just do his bidding." She fumed to herself as she cleaned off the table.
"I just left to get coffee." The deep baritone sounded just behind her.
"Oh Sherlock!" Molly said surprised and looked up at Sherlock wide eyed, biting her lip, and with her normal light blush that formed around Sherlock. "I didn't mean it I'm just tired and..." Molly didn't get any farther due to a light finger over her lips. Molly looked up at Sherlock unsure.
"I know Molly." He assured her. "I'm not in the mood for your rambling, but I got you coffee I assure you it's just how you like it." Molly was handed a coffee and she took a tentative sip. A smile crept on her lips and she moved her gaze up to Sherlock who was watching her with those expectant multicolored eyes.
"Perfect. Thank you Sherlock." Molly murmured smiling at him.
"Now you can relax for a minute." He replied as he placed his hand on the small of her back and guided her to a chair. Molly let her ridged body relax into the chair and watched Sherlock do something she never expected him to do. Clean. He was, right before her eyes, taking care of his own mess.
"Sherlock it's fine. Go home. John's probably worried about where you are." Molly instinctively muttered going to stand up, but found a gently but stern hand on her wrist.
"No. You always put me first and I texted John that I'd be late and not to worry."
Molly nodded and sat down smiling at him. "I shouldn't have said what I said. I'm.."
"No. You were right. I am a gigantic arse, but you know that and should stop apologizing for stating the truth." Sherlock interrupted.
"That may be true, but you do it to protect yourself Sherlock." He looked at Molly surprised. "Emotions hurt because people are mean and they will hurt you and they will try to tear you down and so you fortified yourself and hid your emotions. Sherlock I promise I am here for you and I will always be here for you. And you don't need to fortify your emotions around me because I will treat them better than I treat my own" Molly whispered softly looking up at Sherlock.
"Molly would you like to go on a date?" Sherlock asked suddenly.
"What?" Molly asked watching Sherlock move as if he just asked her the time of day.
"A date. When two people hang out as more than friends and talk and hold hands and do all that couple stuff." He stated as if it was obvious.
"Yeah I'd love to." Molly murmured and sipped her coffee.
"Perfect! I know it's your only day off this week, but I can pick you up this Sunday at 5:00." He looked at her expectantly.
She bit her lip, smiled, and nodded. "That sounds wonderful." Molly responded.
Sherlock leaned down and kissed her cheek. "I'm glad to hear that Doctor Hooper. I'll see you then." And then he left the room and Molly was left with a clean work space, a coffee, and a little grin she just couldn't get off of her face.
/knock/ /knock/
"Hello dearie." Mrs Hudson said bringing Molly out of her memory.
"Hi" She responded putting a pseudo-smile on not wanting Mrs. Hudson to warn Sherlock. "What are you doing up here?" Molly asked conversationally.
"Sherlock gave me some of your clothes to wash." She responded as she walked with the basket to the edge of the bedroom.
Molly groaned and rolled her eyes. "I told him to do it. I'm sorry. I should have made sure he didn't give you the work."
"Oh it's fine. Gives me something to do." She responded smiling cheerily.
Molly smiled back and nodded.
"Well I'll go and leave you with your thoughts." Mrs. Hudson responded and left the flat
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