A/N Sorry if this is terrible. It sounded good in my head. -Rose
Rain
-whovianallover
Molly sighed as the sound of rumbling thunder and pelting rain met her ears. In any other circumstance Molly would have hummed with pleasure; she had always loved the sound of the rain, however the frown on her face was growing with every minute the rain continued. She should've known not bringing an umbrella to work was risky, but despite the forecast, Molly chose to believe that the shining sun streaming through her bedroom window was a good omen. Now she was kicking herself. All Molly had for protection against the elements was a thin jumper and a hoodless jacket. She would have to take a cab, walking home in this weather wasn't an option.
Molly thanked whatever higher power that was up above that this was her last paper to sign and rubbed her back with her eyes closed. The obscene amount of paperwork had taken its toll on her and a yawn escaped her lips. After she had packed away her pens and filed away the papers to send off tomorrow, Molly shrugged on her dust coloured jacket and switched off the lights to the morgue. Pushing her way through the double doors that marked the exit to the building, Molly gasped with the sudden drop of temperature and as the rain bucketed down she hurried down the street, keeping her eyes peeled for a cab.
After several tries at hailing a cab, Molly decided that her flat wasn't that far away and that walking wouldn't be too difficult. Molly tried to keep her head down and her mind far away from the icy droplets that ran cold down her neck. As she was picturing herself curled up in front of the warm fireplace at her flat with a good book she ran into a wall- or rather a man. "Sherlock!" she gasped, surprised that he would be walking in the rain; from what she knew he would rather get a cab than walk.
"Ah, Molly, I see you've had a stressful day."
"Of course you do," Molly sighed, more to herself than to him. "What are you doing out here anyway?"
Sherlock stuck his hands in his pockets. "Thinking,"
She looked away. "Oh, um, suppose I'll leave you to it then," Molly began to walk away when a strong hand gripped at her elbow and spun her around.
"You're cold, Molly," Sherlock said. Molly could've sworn he looked almost concerned for her.
"Yes, well, I am stuck in the rain, Sherlock," Molly said, prying his hands from her elbow. Sherlock stood still for a moment and then whisked his Belstaff coat from around him. He wrapped it around her, and then turned away, leaving a confused and slightly warmer Molly in his wake.
A/N I know it ended rather abruptly, but I think it okay, overall. Let me know how I did!