My prom is coming up, inspiring this teenlock Sherlolly story and hopefully you all enjoy it. It's only my second story I've written, but hopefully it's okay and easier to follow than my last one. Also, if the ending seems kind of sappy it may have been the disney music I was listening to while writing this.. Please feel free to give any feed back you'd like!
The prom at Molly's high school was in less than a month. She'd been dreaming about it for months. Actually mostly just about the date part of it. She had the dress, the shoes the makeup, everything. Just not the date... She had dreamt that Sherlock Holmes would take her, but she had very high doubts that he would. She wasn't even sure they were friends. She was just a thing he used to get in to the school's best lab, by complimenting her hair, or lipstick. Or at least with the form of compliment that only Sherlock Holmes could give. Sadly these things that he did had her day dreaming about him instead of doing her work that was due the next day. She was sitting in the school's lab, working on her science homework. Or at least trying to work on her homework. If only she could stop day dreaming about Sherlock and actually get it done.
She was waiting for Sherlock to show up so that she could help him with his case. She wasn't sure why he had texted her for help. He had John, and he never asked her for help, just to get into the lab, then she could just work on her own stuff while he looked at things. Molly had just gotten her pencil down onto her paper when Sherlock came into the lab. He was strangely slow. A speed which Molly didn't know Sherlock Holmes was capable of. He was also holding a rose.
"Sherlock, are you okay?" Molly asked, growing a little worried. She had never seen him like this before. She started to rise off of her stool, but Sherlock shook his head and told her to sit back down. She lowered herself slowly, unsure.
"Molly, I don't really need help on a case." Sherlock began, but stopped abruptly, biting his lower lip. Another thing Molly had never seen. She was growing nervous, afraid something was wrong with him.
"Okay.. then why did you have me come down here?" Molly asked watching his face closely for any signs of sickness or worse.
"Molly, I have been thinking about this a lot, and I have come to the conclusion that I may have some sort of feelings for you." Sherlock seemed to spit out these words very quickly. He was afraid if he didn't just say them, they would be lost forever and he would lose them. Molly gasped a little when he said it, sure that she was dreaming. She had been sure he would never say these words to her. He began continuing his thoughts before Molly could finish hers.
"I have never had these feelings about anyone else before, Molly, and I tried to ignore them at first, but then it got to the point that while I was thinking about cases, something you had done that day would pop into my mind, or your face would show up, and it's very distracting." He stopped and took a deep breath before holding the rose out to her. She stepped forward on shaky legs and took it, speechless.
"Molly Hooper, nothing would give me greater pleasure than being able to escort you to the prom."
Molly wasn't sure she would ever be able to form words again she was so shocked at what had just happened. Sherlock Holmes had just asked her to the prom. A place full of people that Sherlock hated, but he had chosen to go with her! Molly shook her head yes excitedly and smiled a smile that reached from one ear to the other.
"I will have to warn you, I'm quite awful at dancing." She had said with a giggle when she had finally found her words.
"That's alright, Molly. We can just stand in the middle of the dance floor and make our own music." Sherlock replied with a smile, taking Molly's small hand in his large one. They walked out of the lab hand in hand, heads almost touching.