Im thinking of making this into a three or two parter...

In Molly's POV

DISCLAIMER: I dont own sherlockkk.

ENJOY!

Sat in the usual end of the cafeteria I was thinking.

I had control over the situation.

On the opposite side of me Sherlock has his hands clasped together and is half-listening to me babbling on about coronation st.

"I decided to record it tonight actually."

"Hm, yes, it looks lovely." Sherlock replies.

I sigh at his lack of social skills.

"That wasn't a question."

He finally opens his eyes.

"Was it not? Ask me a question then."

I think of a question.

"Have you ever been in love?" I ask.

I see his eyes roll underneath the lids.

"You just had to ask didn't you? No."

I blush and am quickly relived he can't see me.

"Well. Isn't the point where you tell me about your past seven boyfriends?"

I don't like his tone.

I decide to get along with what I'm going to say.

"I'm going soon, but I'll tell you anyway." This gains me another sigh from him.

"There's this guy, I still love him, and he can be an arse sometimes..."

This earns me a chuckle from him. He hasn't realised yet.

"He'd always put me down. Always, he'd make fake compliments to me just to see bodies in the morgue."

I examine his reaction as his eyes shoot open.

I ignore his gaze and carry on defiantly.

"But he could be lovely. Before he met his flatmate he'd come into the morgue and if he was bored he'd talk to me about the new composition he'd be writing. I'm still head over heels for him and yet I always will, he'll never reopriciate."

I don't look up into those eyes, because I know I'll faint.

"Well there's my un-happily ever after. Bye Sherlock. Use my morgue at your disposal." I get up from my stone cold cafeteria rice.

I can still feel his gaze on me.

I walk out defiantly feeling my heart fit to burst.

I dont expect him to follow me.

But he does.

"Tell me more about him." He says.

Vain sod.

"He has black curly hair and a black coat that swishes whenever he walks into a room, he has a landlady thats not his housekeeper and he is the worlds only consulting detective."

For once I dont stutter.

" I make him coffee when he wants it, and although I want to have coffee with him, whenever I try he shoves me off."

He nods in acknowledgement and when we reach the morgue he gets back to work.

His nose stuck deep in a telescope I walk over to him.

"S-sherlock?" I ask.

"hm?"

"Do you want... to have coffee?"

De ja vu it feels like.

"Tomorow 2pm, I'll text you." He gathers up all the paperwork I spent 4 hours completing and brings them up untidly.

For once I dont care.

Im going on a date with Sherlock Holmes?

did you like it? R&R please *mimes giving reviewee's a BIG hug.*