Hello, everybody! Ok, so this idea came to me while listening to Taylor Swift. I needed to write it, it wouldn't let me be! It is based on the song just Sherlolly-fied. Prepare for Aristo-Molly and Bad Boy-Sherlock (or Romeo & Juliet ;D) xx Just a bit of fun, not to be taken too seriously :¬p Hope you like it (this will most probably be two parter, maybe three) xx
You were everything to me
I was begging you please don't go
Love Story - Taylor Swift
Molly Hooper breathed deeply and stepped towards the open window of her glorious home. It was a nice morning; the sun had yet to rise but there was a pleasant breeze in the air. She often looked out on the wondrous scene of swooping countryside that greeted her from the bedroom window. She closed her eyes and allowed the scent to overcome her mind. Molly, too frequently, came to think of the first time she had seen him. She was only fifteen when she had first laid eyes on Sherlock Holmes...
A teenage Molly Hooper was stood on her father's balcony, breathing in the fresh summer air. He was preparing for his annual ball. One she was always forced to attend. She sighed deeply, glancing back at the extremely formal attire that had been laid out on her bed by the housekeeper. It was a beautiful flowing, red gown and matching slippers. It looked rather expensive. It was almost time…
"Molly, darling. Your father is expecting you downstairs in precisely 12 minutes. Why are you not yet dressed?" came her mother's voice from the door behind her. Molly turned.
"Is it necessary I attend?" Molly's mother looked blank.
"Why, of course. You are to fraternise with the young son of Mr. and Mrs. Moriarty. They are, after all, the most powerful family in Britain. Aside from the royal family," Molly's mother rambled, ushering her inside and beckoning for her to dress. Molly complied, very unhappily.
Sherlock Holmes had managed to acquire a tuxedo for the party he was crashing that night. Thanks to his best friend, John Watson, they had suits and were ready for
entry. They joined the queue of excited guests to the Hooper estate.
"I hear everyone is attending this party. The Moriartys are going to be there! They are bringing their brat, James. Do you remember him?" John was saying. Sherlock wasn't listening. He was too busy staring in awe at the large building he had only seen from a distance. It was quite old and extremely breath-taking.
"I don't know about this, Sherlock. What if we get caught?" John asked, suddenly wary. Sherlock tutted.
"Where is your sense of adventure? We will not get caught, just remember who you are with," his eyes twinkled and he flashed his famous grin, "Come on, lighten up. Think of the sights in there and the girls."
John turned towards the estate and noted how marvellous it looked, decorated down to the very last brick. He had to admit, it would be a fun challenge.
"So, how do we do this?" John asked only to be answered with a shrug.
"We improvise," Sherlock muttered, as they reached the security guards. John's eyes widened and Sherlock turned to the guard and flashed that grin, again.
"Tickets," the guard demanded, an unimpressed look on his face. John gulped, shifting on his feet. Sherlock shoved his hands in his pockets.
"Hello, there, good sir! Now, the thing is, my friend and I have misplaced our tickets, but-," Sherlock was cut off by a hand grabbing him by the scruff of the neck.
"No tickets, no entry," the guard released Sherlock and shouted, "NEXT."
Sherlock and John were shunted to the side. John sighed loudly.
"Oh well, we tried. I'll see you later," he began to walk away before Sherlock grabbed his arm and pulled him towards a tree next to the large fence surrounding the Hooper estate. John looked above him.
"You can't be serious," but Sherlock had already begun to climb the tree. John shook his head and furiously began to follow his friend.
Molly Hooper was ready at last to face the crowds her father had managed to assemble. She arrived at the top of the stairs and looked at the scene before her. The entrance hall was adorned with beautiful lights and decorations and people she did not recognise littered the many rooms, dressed in the finest ball gowns. The party was well under way…
"Molly, there's someone I'd like you to meet," her mother's voice sounded at the bottom of the stairs, rather audibly even over the rumbling of the music from the ballroom.
Molly descended the stairs, stopping in front of her mother. She noticed there was someone with her; a young man, wealthy by the looks of him and not bad to look at either. This must be the Moriarty boy.
"Molly, sweetheart, this is James Moriarty, heir to the Moriarty fortune," her mother's eyes twinkled.
She resisted the urge to roll her eyes at her mother's blatant obsession with wealth and status. Molly smiled a warm, fake smile at the boy. He bowed and kissed her hand politely. Molly's mother took this as her cue to leave.
"May I invite you to the dance floor?" Molly nodded and linked her arm with his.
He led her towards the ballroom and they began twirling around. He wasn't bad when it came to dancing and Molly was never a confident dancer herself. Then, at that exact moment, Molly's whole world seemed to stand still. She saw the tall boy push his way through members of the party, his wavy hair bouncing as he moved around the entwined couples. The boy stopped and was looking in her direction. It was more like staring at her to be honest. No, he couldn't be, could he?
"Molly?" James was looking at her in concern; his grip on her waist had loosened slightly.
Molly snapped out of it and nodded, trying not to look at the mesmerising boy in the corner. After a moment, she dared to look at the spot where the captivating boy was standing a moment ago. He was gone. Maybe she had imagined him?
"Excuse me, good sir, may I cut in?" It was the boy. He had a deep voice, a really deep voice that made Molly's heart melt. James frowned.
"Well, actually…," James frowned as he looked up at Sherlock. "Do I know you?"
"I don't believe I have had the pleasure," Sherlock said, shaking his head. His eyes swivelled to Molly who blushed and looked away quickly. Sherlock smirked to himself.
James frowned at Sherlock for another moment before sighing and backing away, kissing Molly's hand again. Sherlock turned to Molly and delighted in the way she was blushing. He took her waist lightly and placed his hand softly in hers.
"Hello," he said, looking her directly in the eyes. They had begun to move slowly and rhythmically. She smiled brightly.
"Hello. I think it worth mentioning, I am glad you decided to invite me to dance," she gushed, fully aware of how pathetic she sounded. He nodded.
"And I, also," he admitted.
He had been watching her closely and decided she moved very well. It was almost teasingly. She had, after all, seen him watching her. Never had he felt like this before. All those others meant nothing to him. Not compared to this delicate little beauty who was actually seemed interested in him. He desired her, everything about her drew him in and he was certain the feeling was mutual.
"I'm Molly, by the way. Molly Hooper. And with whom do I have the pleasure of sharing this danced with?"
Molly was unaware Sherlock had become slightly stiffer in his movements. It was strictly forbidden for Hoopers and Holmes' to fraternise in any way.
"Why ruin the perfect moment?" He replied, knowing this wouldn't satisfy her.
Sherlock cut off Molly's impending question with more vigorous dancing. They continued their flirty conversation as they danced. At the end of the song, neither were willing to let go. Sherlock gently and reluctantly released her and bowed. She smiled fondly. As the next song, started they began spinning slowly on the spot, gazing into each other's eyes. Sherlock stopped suddenly and leaned forwards slightly. Molly leaned also so that their lips were only inches apart. The perfect moment was over before it had begun as a hand wrapped itself around Molly's arm and pulled her away.
"Molly, kindly tell me why you are dancing with the Holmes boy when I made it clear I said you were never to see them," her father was livid. Sherlock rubbed his temple as Molly's eyes grew wide.
"Father, I-," she began, but he rounded on Sherlock.
"Take him outside. I do not care with which manner you intend, just ensure he gets the message," he spoke to the two men who had appeared behind Sherlock. They seized him roughly and pulled him away. Molly screamed.
"NO, don't hurt him," she ran forwards trying to reach the men. They were dragging Sherlock roughly, placing a few blows here and there to his writhing frame. Her father grabbed her wrist and spun her around.
"In the future, I suggest you listen to me when I tell you to not see someone," he spat at her, grabbing her chin to pull upwards to look at him. "You have disgraced me. Get out of my sight."
He released her and threw her to the floor. Molly, gasping for breath, scrambled to her feet and rushed from the room. Molly's father shook violently for a moment before telling the now silent guests to continue with their merriments. They obliged, not wishing to be on the receiving end of his temper. One of the Hooper's henchmen entered the room, pulling along another boy by the collar.
"Sir, I found this in one of the upstairs bedrooms. Shall I…escort him out," he indicated John, who was squirming from the pain in his arm. Molly's father looked him over.
"Yes, it is likely he was with the Holmes brat. And, Ramsey," he lowered his voice now, speaking into the guard's ear, "make it hurt."
The man Ramsey, smiled as he dragged a now furiously struggling John from the room. Molly's father delighted when he heard a sickening crack behind him followed by a squeal of pain. John had just had his nose broken by the deliciously vicious Ramsey.
Out in the hallway, Molly had collapsed at the top of the stairs, sobbing and crying for the sweet, charming boy she had only just met. Only for him to be forbidden, taken from him. She didn't even know his first name. She knew it was crazy but it felt a lot like love. Love at first sight. Does that even exist? She cried even harder at the thought of what her father's men were doing to him at this point.
"Please…please…don't….don't go, please," she begged, not knowing what she was talking about. She collapsed in a fit of uncontrollable sobs.
Hope you liked that guys. It was purely for enjoyment and a bit of fun. If you would like a part 2 then please let me know and your wish is my command xx See you soon xx