Maybe this Time?

Heathens - Twenty one Pilots

Mycroft Holmes has had his eye on a certain friend of Sherlock s.
Lightly Mollcroft

A/N - Mollcroft is one of my weaknesses and I couldn't resist! I'm not sure where this is going, It started as a oneshot but it seems to have shifted.

'Miss Hooper get in the car - MH'

Molly looked at her phone and frowned. For someone who is the very epitome of British-ness, Mycroft Holmes had no manners. He sends his PA into St Barts whenever he pleases and just expects Molly to be available.

Well, not this time. No, Miss Hooper is busy today. Molly thought as she replaced her gloves.

Enough was enough, she was getting tired at being at the beckon call of the Holmes brothers. Sherlock is the reason she was working late in the first place! There was a body that just couldn t wait! She huffed out a strained sigh. 'Of course it could wait! It wasn t getting any deader!' She smiled a little to herself and carried on with her work.

"You can tell your boss that I'm busy and I'll be available in a few hours, if its important." She said, not looking up, as the doors to the path lab opened. "In fact, he could just come down here himself, save all this messing around I mean, surely it d be easier for him to just come here and say whatever he needs to say this time? Does he have to pay you for this extra activity? I bet it wasn't in your job description Hm?... Yes, much easier if he came himself, instead of abducting people..."
That told her, and Him!

No reply. Ugh, this was infuriating, Athena was just as rude as Mycroft! 'I wonder if being a rude, snotty madam was in her job description?' Molly thought, and smiled to herself. She stopped her work, pulled her goggles above her head and snapped off her gloves.

"Something amusing, Miss Hooper? Do tell." Molly visibly jumped as her head snapped in the direction of the voice that definitely wasn't Athena's.

Mycroft Holmes was leaning on his umbrella leisurely. He wore a fine coat covering his suit, the coat looked a little damp so it must be raining out. As she took him in, he stood very still. It wasn't until Molly's eyes met with Mycroft's that he began to speak, eyebrow slowly raising.
"Don't care to share? Hm, a pity. As it happens, a 'few hours time' isn't suitable for me. So we'll have this chat. Now."

Molly stood perfectly still. Eyes wide.
She was trying to recall what exactly she'd been saying while she cussed into the corpse of the latest victim. Heat rose in her cheeks, normally Mycroft didn't rattle her. But normally Mycroft didn't show up at her work in the middle of the night after a 12-hour shift and catch her bad mouthing him.
'He's waiting for me to say something. Say something! Oh come on!' Molly s mind raced as she composed herself.
She cleared her throat, "Hello Mr Holmes." Very smooth Molly.

Mycroft rolled his eyes, looking awfully put out. He removed his coat and placed it on the stool next to the door.
"Miss Hooper, I am a very busy man, if you could keep up with the conversation it would be most helpful." He smiled, but it wasn t a sweet smile. It was the sort of smile you'd want to smack right off his face.

Molly's eyes narrows, now composed, she was back to being tired and irritable. "I was busy myself, Mr Holmes, I don't typical work 18 hour days. Do excuse me if i continue working while you share whatever it is you've come here to share." Molly snapped. She placed her goggles back on and then her gloves.

A little affronted, though you'd never tell, Mycroft watched Molly begin work again and said nothing for a few moments.
She looked tired. Very, very tired. And incredibly fed up. Whenever he usually crossed Molly's path she was her usual 'chipper'-and-bland self no matter what the crisis. And now here she was being, what he could only describe as, snarky and downright stand offish.

"When did you last sleep, or even eat, Miss Hooper?" Molly almost dropped the kidney she was extracting.

"What?"

"You're not hard of hearing Miss Hooper, I've read your file."

"File..? Of course, there s a file." She mumbled. It was now Molly's turn to roll her eyes. "Mr Holmes, you didn't come here to ask about my lunch so if you cou-"

"Lunch"

"Yes, Lunch. Happy? Now if that s all you come to ask then you've had a pointless journey and you're not all as busy as you make out." Molly huffed, placing the liver sample down and staring at Mycroft defiantly.

"As it happens, that isn't what I came to discuss, but you need to take better care of yourself. Sherlock won't be happy if anything happens to you." The colour rose in her cheeks and she busied herself again. She knew Sherlock and her weren't ever going to be an item, not really. Ghost kisses and long nights are one thing, but an actual relationship with Sherlock Holmes is impossible. She'd accepted it long ago, and although it doesn't change her feelings for him, it certainly puts them in perspective. She would always love the youngest Holmes brother but never more than a very, very good friend.

"Look, Mr Holmes, we both have things we'd rather be doing at this late hour so why are you here? Do you need some body parts too?" Molly looked every bit of her exhausted state and once again removed the goggles and gloves and sat down heavily on a stool nearby.

Mycroft had noted the shift in her relationship with Sherlock a few months back, but he was also aware that despite everything, they cared for each other deeply, and it was his responsibility as a big brother to ensure everyone his brother cared about was looked after. He pulled out his phone and sent a quick message.
By the time Mycroft looked back up, Molly had her eyes closed and was asleep where she sat.
He sat and stared at her for a few moments. She never did answer the question of sleep.

Molly woke with a start, her heart raced when she didn't instantly recognise her room.
Which wasn't her room, it was a lab.
A lab at St Barts. 'What the bloody hell...?' Then remembered.
She was working late on a body and Mycroft had shown up. Mycroft. She'd fallen asleep chatting to Mycroft. Now he probably thought she was a right dolt. Not that he probably thought much of her in the first place...
Her hands covered her face as she groaned.

"Ah, you're awake Miss Hooper. Good, now maybe we can finish our 'chat'?" Mycroft took sordid delight in the shock on her face as she nearly fell off of her stool.

Molly settled herself again and looked at the clock. Five am. Five am and Mycroft was still sitting in this lab, waiting.
When she finally took a look at Mycroft he had removed his blazer and had acquired a laptop and was working across the lab on god only knows what.
"I thought you were in a rush, Mr Holmes, why are you still here?" She stretched and let out a small sound like a kitten s meow and stood, she was more than a little embarrassed about the whole situation but she wasn't awake enough to care. She needed coffee, and something to eat.

He closed the laptop and raised an eyebrow at her, he held her eyes for a moment then said, "I know you weren't present for majority of the conversation last night but if you recall we never actually finished it. Your self-neglect took over and you inconveniently passed out." And there was the Holmes charm she knew so well. She blushed again as she moved across the lab to tidy the mess she made last night to find that it had all been organised, put away and cleaned up.

"There s coffee and breakfast in the canteen when you are ready to continue." He swept out of the room with his coat over his arm.

Had Mycroft Holmes brought her breakfast? She giggled a little at the thought then realised, she thought the weight on her shoulders was her lab coat but it was actually a blazer. A very expensive and beautiful blazer. Mycroft Holmes had sat with her for a few hours while she slept, finished up her work and cleaned up, covered her with his blazer and brought her breakfast.

What in the world was happening?

A/N So I have no idea where this is going just yet, its definitely Mollcroft though ;)

Let me know what you think!

"One can't plan for the unexpected" - Anon