First FanFic ever, wow. anyways, enjoy.


Sherlock hasn't been himself ever since he came back and had molly replace john's place for one case, he's been more grumpy whenever the topic 'molly' comes up, though he's clear with his feelings, he don't. Though the cases they took always had to do with laboratory examination, in which he had to deal with molly again. what was wrong though? john and the others had noticed, he too.

In the lab, Sherlock has been giving the bad vibes around the room, it's not like him, molly thought. it's never like him! everyone thought to themselves. John finally thought of talking sherlock about it, glaring, sighs, scoffs, and random eyerolls.

John went up to molly, "i'll talk to him," he put his hand on her shoulder. she bit her bottom lip and told everyone an excuse of getting coffee since they still have lots to do in the lab.

when the door slammed shut, john faces sherlock with a confused look. "okay now, what's wrong, sherlock? you seem.." he's out of words, who would know, he's bloody sherlock holmes! "different, i know." sherlock continued. john then tossed his shoulder for an answer and sherlock again, rolled his eyes. "i don't know and i don't like not knowing," He replied. "well you have to know soon, because we're not used with the sherlock who's like in his bloody menopause every now and then," he smirked.

before an awkward silence occur, molly came into the lab and smiled, sherlock felt an uneasy feeling of wanting to ignore her all day, but he sighed and tried to figure out what was wrong, he tried thinking, what if i like her? he scoffed with the idea, ridiculous, plain ridiculous.

but he knew molly wants answers, but he could just feel like he doesn't have to give any explanations at all. it's his feelings after all. feelings..

''

Sherlock is now trying to think, thinking of what he's supposed to say. ask her for coffee? too blunt. ask her for dinner? romanticizing. he's confused. he picked up the gun resting on top of the coffee table and shot the ceiling three times before john hurrying up in the room with a surprised look on his face,

''

the room is now filled with john's laughter towards sherlock, "let me get this straight, you're asking me how to ask molly out for a talk?" sherlock nods. "that's easy, she had feelings for you-" sherlock cut him off "she's engaged, john. and not with a sociopath" he said with a slight unsatisfied tone.

"she can get the wrong idea, and.." sherlock has been insensitive with his words, whether it can hurt feelings or not, at this time, why does it seem like he doesn't want to say that he thinks molly would fall in love with him again?

"nevermind that, i'd just straightforwardly ask her for a drink, like she would even, won't she?" he grabbed his scarf and exited the room.

he isn't the type to message people when he's planting an occassion, well, most of the time, but this one.. he wants it settled. for good.

he went to St. Bartholomew's to see her. and to be frank, he's been wanting to see her, it's because i want to talk to her. he thought and sighed. while walking, he noticed another trail of shoes, he furrowed his eyebrows and just continued to head to the morgue

''

molly was just fixing her things, when the person she's been hoping to see came to the room.

"Tom! you're here, i thought you'd ditch me out. i was just fixing my things, i'll be off in a second!" she smiled.. a fake smile. she picked up the pile of paperworks and was to put it in the file organizer. "i should help you," tom said picking up half the pile, "that's.. very kind of you," she said. but as the two went, they bumped their shoulders and dropped the paperworks.

they both went to the ground to pick it up, but halfway through, tom stared at molly. of course if anyone stares at you, you'd look at them back. they stared at each other for what seemed like forever.

slowly, tom swiftly moves forward to lean in a kiss, grabbing her thigh for the second, she thought it's a bad idea. she pushed away, his hand still resting on her thigh. "Tom, I.. I can't seem to," she said looking away from the man. "well, what's wrong about that? we're engaged already" he said as he continued where they left off, this time, pushing her towards the wall and began kissing her on her neck. molly felt uneasy, "Tom, stop!" she said but he never listened and continued the act. "Tom, i.. i said stop!" she pushed him off but he was ungrateful with it.

he roughly thrust molly into the ground, cries were let out. he cupped her breast, and never in her life has she felt so betrayed.

she kicked, and tried to fight, but he still get the better of her, until a hand was placed on the shoulder of tom who pushed him aside.

"sherlock.." molly muttered. "i'm sorry.." sherlock said as he grabbed tom by his collar and punched him in the jaw, where he fell and dozed off in the cold grounds of the morgue.

''

sherlock removed his trenchcoat and gave it to molly, as two buttons in her blouse had been torn off, revealing her bra which she was hiding with her arms.

she's crying, and sherlock has no idea what to do. is he still gonna ask her about his business, in her state where she was almost raped by her fiance?

he sighed and placed molly on his chest, holding her wrist for pulse, it was racing. seconds he's observing, their heartbeats, began to synchronize.


hey, that was ch. 1 and i'm still not used to writing in and i don't know what and how will i upload the ch.2 next and since it's 4:08 in the morning and i was just working on the fanfic, i'm tired. thanks for reading.