Title: The Imperial Letters
Summary: an interesting text conversation.
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: In reality I own very little, and Sherlock is not one of them. All rights to Steven Moffat and Mark Gatiss and most importantly Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.
She Knows. - SH
What? - John.
I said, she knows. Do pay attention John.-SH
Who is this 'she'? Care to elaborate?-John.
Molly Hooper. She Knows.-SH
She knows what? Sherlock, what are you talking about?-John.
You remember the conversation we had in the morgue? The one I asked you to keep quiet about? -SH
That? Yes of course. How can I forget? You really surprised me with all your, you know… -John.
Yes that conversation-SH
Okay, what about it? –John.
Remember I told you that someone was listening to our conversation?-SH
Yes, and I told you to not worry about it. I remember.-John
Yes, I listened to you and did not pay attention to it. Apparently, that eavesdropper was Mike Stamford.-SH
Shit! So he knows?-John.
Yes, and he told Molly about our conversation.-SH
God, what did she say? - John.
She said that she wants to see me. In the morgue.-SH
Okay, go talk to her! - John
I can't! - SH
Why not? Are you nervous? -John
Yes John. Precisely-SH
Oh! Never thought you'd say that! – John
It's just that…it may change things between us. Her knowing about all that might change things. What should I do? –SH
Nothing. Just go and talk to her. Tell her how you feel…about you know….-John
But I'm scared! - SH.
Don't be! - John.
But what if she slaps me? She might be small, but her slaps do hurt a lot.-SH
Mate, you should have thought about that before you tried experimenting on Toby -John.
A/N: Hello! *dodges an egg* Echoes here! I know, I know this sucks. Hell, it probably wasn't even funny. Too bad... *dodges another egg* don't forget to leave a review. Constructive criticism is welcome but don't be plain mean, okay? Lots of love! *faints after being hit with a watermelon*
-ehoesinthenight.
