Sherlock and Luther belong to the BBC.
Please tell me what you think.
Imitating Art
"Well I didn't see that coming."
"Anyone with half a brain knew that was going to happen."
"Well, I didn't." She insisted.
"Please," he turned his fierce gaze on her, "don't tell me that you honestly thought he'd choose Mary."
Molly glared at Sherlock. "Why wouldn't he choose Mary?"
He couldn't believe what she was saying. "Molly, please, she's ordinary."
"And what's wrong with that?" Molly wanted to know.
"He's such a complex character; ordinary would want to make him kill himself in hours."
"I see."
Molly cleared up the tea things and made her way back to the kitchen. She totally regretted having agreed to Sherlock's visit. When he'd shown up earlier in the evening, she'd been excited; she couldn't believe Sherlock was choosing to spend the evening with her. They'd watched the last episode of Luther together, she was surprised when he'd told her that he had managed to watch the series when it had aired on the telly although he'd never seen the end, she couldn't help but see the similarities between Mary and herself. When faced with a choice between two women men tended to always choose the exciting one, the more dangerous one, however wrong she was for him. Not that she thought Alice Morgan was wrong for John Luther. Still, it reminded her that Sherlock had chosen Irene Adler and even Janine over her. She shook her head – she needed to remember that Sherlock had chosen them and not her. The sooner she did this the better it would be for her.
Sherlock watched Molly enter the room and smiled at her.
"You know what," he said, "we should do this again."
"This?"
"Yes, this, spend time together in the evenings."
"Why?"
Instead of answering he walked to the door and got his scarf and Belstaff. "I see you in the morning Molly. Have a good night."
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