A/N So I had this idea whilst knitting a shrug for myself (except it's red, not purple). Sorry if Sherlock seems a bit OOC, I haven't written him or Molly for that matter before. I tried to be as un-technical as possible so even if you don't knit you can understand, however a working knowledge would be helpful. -Rose
You're Using Four Needles
Molly switched on the television and sat down, ignoring Sherlock's gaze beating down on her from across the room. Changing the channel to a show that looked mildly interesting, she picked up her knitting from the wooden coffee table on her right and continued from where she had left off the night before. Sherlock lifted his head from where it was resting on his steepled fingers and watched with mild curiosity at Molly's flying fingers. Suddenly unable to put up with his incessant watching, Molly lay her knitting on her lap and sighed, "What's wrong, Sherlock?" Sherlock's eyes snapped up from her fingers to meet hers.
"You're knitting, Molly."
"Yes, I am Sherlock, anything else?" A difficult period of time at work concerning Sherlock's death had led her to knit almost twenty rows every night before heading to bed however Sherlock had never questioned it, and had let her have her peace. A flash of confusion crossed his face as he replied, "But you're using four needles." Molly held in giggle, which surprised her, she hadn't laughed since he 'died'. "That's how you knit a tube, you knit with four needles." Sherlock seemed to consider it and then crossed the room from his chair to sit next to Molly, "How?" Molly frowned, she couldn't believe her ears, here was the cleverest man in London, on her lounge asking her how her knitting worked. She guessed that she had seen everything now.
"Okay," Molly breathed, "are you sure living with me hasn't turned you into some sort of male version of myself?" Sherlock smiled softly and then nudged her shoulder with his own. "Show me."
Molly began the first stitch, slowly so he could see everything she was doing, and finished the needle, and turned her work. She then knit the first stitch of the second needle and handed it to Sherlock, "You try," she urged, "You might like it." Molly frowned as he hesitated, "Molly, its purple." Molly was more stubborn than she seemed and she wasn't going to pass this up, "You wear a purple shirt all the time, and you have a purple scarf." Sherlock sighed and took the bamboo needles from her.
Sherlock was a quick learner and after the first few needles when Molly would help out by adjusting the yarn or shifting his hold on the needles, Sherlock even began to enjoy it.
Out of nowhere, Sherlock stopped. "Molly," he murmured, "do you have another set of needles?" Molly needed a moment to check that she had heard correctly and then nodded. She stood up to leave when she felt Sherlock's hand on her arm. "Sherlock?" she asked, not bothering to keep her concern from her voice. He looked up at her and only just seemed to realise that it was his hand that had stopped her from going. "Oh, by the way" he mumbled, "thankyou Molly."
Let me know how you think I went with characterisation in a review. Thanks.
