Hello and welcome to my new story…because apparently I didn't have enough to do, lol :) I hope you enjoy it…please let me know if you do (I'm only too happy to continue with this…). Here goes… xx

It was late when Sherlock Holmes finally looked up from the microscope; John Watson had long since gotten bored of the silence and returned to Baker Street to update his blog and he found himself alone in the quiet lab with Molly Hooper. She was sighing in that way she did whenever Sherlock was around, yawning as her pen flicked across her reports dramatically. Sherlock bit his lip deep in thought; he had solved the case hours ago but he couldn't bring himself to leave Molly all alone in the dark and loneliness of Bart's. What's the matter with me? I've never had a problem leaving her here before. Her words pulled him from his thoughts.

"Solve the case?"

Sherlock nodded and turned back to his microscope, the strangest and most unfamiliar feeling settling itself in his stomach. He hardly noticed Molly getting up and leaving the lab until she returned a short moment after…and she was not alone. Sherlock frowned as he heard Molly's distinctive giggle and the laughter of a man. Sherlock's insides automatically began to boil and his fists clenched tightly. They stumbled into the morgue, giggling and spluttering. The only comfort Sherlock took was they weren't touching. He's just a friend. He's. Just. A. Friend. HE'S JUST A FRIEND! Sherlock didn't know why he kept thinking this but he glared at the strange man with pure hatred.

"No…Jase…she can't be sleeping with Stamford…he's married."

The man called Jase nodded enthusiastically to which Molly pushed playfully at his chest. What an idiot. Of course, Mike isn't cheating. Moron. Sherlock folded his arms in a huff and turned away, rolling his eyes as Jase spoke again.

"So…Molly, I was wondering if you're free tomorrow…we could-"

"No, I don't think so. I need Molly's assistance with a case. It will take up the whole day…and evening, most likely."

The man stared at the back of Sherlock's stiff form whilst Molly blinked rapidly before grinning childishly at the floor; she knew full well he didn't have a case tomorrow. After a few moments of Sherlock breathing heavily through his nose and Molly's wide smile at the floor, Jase frowned and turned to Molly, his tone rather irritable.

"Well…if you ever decide to make your own decisions, Molly…you know where to find me…"

Jase stormed out of the lab, attempting to slam the heavy doors behind him; their hefty structure caused them instead to simply glide shut. There was a moment of more angry heavy breathing until Molly approached the detective, holding a sandwich. Sherlock calmed down considerably as he felt her near and she cleared her throat, meeting his eyes.

"Um…I got you one of these…please eat…I'm worried about you…"

Sherlock narrowed his eyes suspiciously, glancing down at the sandwich. She's…worried about me?

"The cafeteria is closed. You were gone only a short period of time…your office is only a few doors away."

Molly swallowed and glanced at the floor. For some reason, these actions caused Sherlock's breath to catch in his chest.

"Yeah…I got it…at lunch and…I was too…I couldn't…please, just eat it."

Sherlock blinked rapidly and took the sandwich, avoiding looking at Molly's pleased expression. After a moment he saw her tapping her foot expectantly and rolled his eyes, actually managing to sound grateful when he spoke.

"Thank you," Molly nodded and Sherlock swallowed the lump in his throat as he continued, "I'm…not used to people being kind to me."

Molly giggled and quickly glanced at the floor, feeling her face flush red.

"Yeah, well…I'm not used to feeling normal around you."

Sherlock smiled sympathetically. Molly folded her arms and raised her eyebrows expectantly; he knew she wasn't going to leave him until he had eaten. Sherlock sighed and raised the sandwich sarcastically before taking a bite. Molly presented a smug smile as she watched Sherlock eat slowly and delicately. She giggled softly when she noticed some mayonnaise at the corner of his mouth and, without thinking properly, reached up to wipe it away. Sherlock turned to face her slowly and Molly bit her lip. Before he registered he had moved, Sherlock had pressed his lips gently to Molly's, relishing how good it felt and how it did nothing to stop the butterfly swarm in his stomach. It only took her a split second to respond and her hands wound into his hair, pulling him closer to her. After what felt like an eternity, Sherlock pulled away and swallowed urgently. Molly opened her mouth to speak but Sherlock cleared his throat and quickly rushed out of the lab, running a hand furiously through his hair. Molly remained rooted to the spot, a smile spreading across her face.

"No…Jase…she can't be sleeping with Stamford…he's married."

Molly and a 'friend' of hers named Jase, apparently, stumbled clumsily into the lab, laughing hysterically. They may not have been touching but Sherlock could still feel his insides burning. They were clearly good friends and Sherlock instinctively decided he didn't like this man already. The man called Jase nodded enthusiastically to which Molly pushed playfully at his chest. What an idiot. Of course, Mike isn't cheating. Moron. Sherlock folded his arms in a huff and turned away, rolling his eyes as Jase spoke again.

"So…Molly, I was wondering if you're free tomorrow…we could go and see a movie." Jase had been forced to speak up as Sherlock had noisily pushed the microscope away with a heavy sigh. Why didn't I say anything? It doesn't matter…Molly can live her own life. Molly beamed and nodded, fiddling with her hands and glancing quickly at the detective.

"Ok, that sounds…nice."

Jase had been so happy by her response he seized her shoulders and placed a quick kiss to her lips. He pulled away and blushed brightly, before turning and rushing away; he hastily scrawled his number down and placed it on her desk before he left. Molly twirled and hummed happily as she discarded a sandwich in the bin and organised her reports, and Sherlock rested his head in his hands, huffing to himself. If I had kissed her, I wouldn't have run away. Sherlock shook this thought away. Why would I kiss Molly? Molly had finished tidying far too soon for Sherlock's liking and was bidding him goodnight when he spoke.

"I am not sure about him, Molly." Molly blinked in shock before sighing and approaching him; Sherlock immediately stiffened.

"Oh, Sherlock…Jase is a sweetie, we've been friends since I started working here…we're just going to watch a movie, that's all…" Sherlock gave an acknowledging grunt and Molly thought about hugging him for caring about her. Instead, she patted his shoulder gently before flouncing out of the lab. Sherlock sighed dramatically before slowly getting to his feet and pulling his coat on, pausing at her desk when he noticed she had forgotten Jase's number.

John frowned at the clock on his laptop when he heard the distinctive sound of Sherlock returning from Bart's. I didn't know they'd have so much to talk about. John folded his arms and swivelled in his chair to face the door of the flat as Sherlock wandered in, looking slightly lost. John frowned as Sherlock shook his coat off and began pacing the flat, clenching and unclenching his fists and shaking his head every now and again. John sighed, giving up and closing his laptop lid.

"So…what happened?"

John didn't know what he meant by the question but judging by his friend's agitation, something must have occurred. Sherlock considered lying but shook his head, muttering to himself incoherently. After a long moment, he stopped pacing and threw himself onto the sofa, curling himself into a tight ball much like he did when he was sulking. Sherlock mumbled something into his hands and John tilted his head in confusion. Is this the Sherlock equivalent of a breakdown? What the hell did he do? He didn't have to ask what he said though, for Sherlock spoke again, only much clearer and very quickly.

"I kissed her and ate a sandwich…" John opened and closed his mouth for several moments before rubbing the back of his neck, trying to be supportive when he spoke. Sherlock had sounded rather confused and John was frankly quite surprised.

"Um…in that order?" Sherlock glared over his shoulder before turning slowly back and muttering almost inaudibly-

"I couldn't help myself." John bit his lip. Well…it's about damn time, Sherlock. John couldn't understand why he was behaving like this. Then again, Sherlock had never kissed anyone before, to the best of his knowledge anyway. John cleared his throat and glanced at the floor as he awkwardly asked-

"Um…so what…did she say?" Sherlock didn't answer, he simply stayed as still as ever where he was. John leaned back in his chair, hardly able to believe what Sherlock had said to him. After a moment, Sherlock seemed to find it in himself to answer.

"Nothing. I left." John shook his head in disbelief, rubbing his temple. He couldn't wait to see the smile he knew would be lighting up Molly's face the next day, though. John's tone was serious when he next spoke.

"Don't give her false hope, Sherlock…if you don't intend to do anything about it, tell her…gently." Sherlock didn't answer again but his mind was whirling. The only conclusion he came to was that he had no intention of leaving it at a simple kiss.

John jumped violently as the door to Baker Street was thrown open and Sherlock stamped up the stairs as loud as possible. He threw his coat onto the hook and settled himself onto the sofa, muttering to himself. He turned to John suddenly and spoke in a barely audible whisper.

"I couldn't do it. I couldn't…do it. Someone else did instead." John thought it best not to ask what Sherlock had meant as he appeared close to breathing smoke. He waited until his friend had mellowed before speaking in a calm voice.

"Um…the case go well?" Sherlock released a harsh chuckle and clasped his hands tighter and jumped to his feet, startling John. He paced the flat angrily, whirling to John on the spot.

"Molly is going out tomorrow with someone called Jase." John blinked rapidly before nodding slowly, taking note with the way Sherlock had said Jase's name with hatred.

"Yeah…they've been friends for ages, so I'm told." Sherlock shook his head and started to pace again, more violently than before. After a while, he stopped dead and held up a piece of paper; John frowned in confusion.

"They'll have a hard job arranging a time…since I took his number."

John buried his face in his hands as Sherlock huffed sulkily in the direction of his bedroom. John was convinced there was the slightest hint of smugness in his movements, though. Oh, Sherlock…Molly's going to kill you. Maybe he should demand Sherlock give it back, but knew better than to argue with his frustrated flatmate. Instead, he decided to follow Sherlock's lead and see where this took them…

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