DISCLAIMER: I do not own Sherlock. Everything belongs to the wonderful writer Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and the creators of the series.
Molly Hooper. 31. Single and still waiting for the perfect man. It looks like a list that sums up all my experience in the hard world of love.
This situation is new for me and I don't really know how to face it. So far, I have been content with dreaming, but a few days ago my biological clock started shouting hysterically that I seriously need to do something with my sentimental life.
Come on, Molly. This is the moment. You are not going to be young forever.
My index finger staggers upon the mouse. Maybe this is not so right; maybe I have to go home and think carefully about it. Truthfully, I am feeling a bit stupid writing a paragraph about myself in a dating website.
Susan, one of Barts' receptionists, has found a soul mate on line. She always says that you have to look for your own opportunities. At first, I didn't give it great importance; in fact, I thought it was quite funny, but now that I see her so happy with a wonderful man, I can't help wondering if she was right.
However, I know well how it feels when you are in love, but in a different way. In my case, it is a one-sided love. Yes, my heart chose the most difficult man in this world: Sherlock Holmes.
Well, we could say that he does not fit in what people call ordinary. He enjoys experimenting with corpses and pursuing serial killers. And he is a wonderful detective who can tell your whole life in seconds by observing you.
As you can see, Sherlock drives me crazy. I haven't stopped thinking about him since the first time I saw him in the morgue wearing that elegant coat.
The screen remains expectant in front of me. This is a real dilemma. Perhaps, now it's time to give up the fight and find someone who can really love me.
"I have to see a corpse".
His voice makes me jump. Sherlock Holmes has just opened the door of the morgue.
"Yeah…give me a minute…"
I get up and head to the wall where the corpses are.
"Why are you so anxious?"he asks "Wait, let me guess. Judging by the way your hands are shaking, I would say that you were in the middle of something important, probably a decision that could change your life. Without any doubt, the answer is in the computer".
My cheeks turn red. I should have been more careful.
Sherlock forgets what he was going to do for a moment and walks towards my desk. The soft light of the screen reflects all over his face.
"Jesus, Molly. I never thought that you could reach that point…"
I don't say a word. I only stare at my feet, feeling even more ashamed. I know exactly what happens next. Now Sherlock is going to say some horrible comments about the situation.
"Well… I can explain this…"I finally manage to say
But he simply comes next to me. His freezing blue eyes are drilling me.
"Listen carefully, Molly Hooper. You don't need a stupid dating website to find a boyfriend. You are charming enough to do it by yourself."
I stay there in silence. My heart beats like a drum. I can't believe what he has just said, it is scientifically impossible.
"They have brought him recently. His name is Alan Harrington."
Sherlock turns around and points at the corpse that is lying in the last stretcher.
I show it to him. I am smiling like a fool teenager.
"By the way, I think I'll need my riding crop."
It is my first Sherlock fic. It is only an idea that has been in my mind for a long time and I thought that it would be quite funny to see Molly consulting dating websites in search of a boyfriend. So, I hope you liked it and sorry for the mistakes.
Oh, remember that if you are interested in reading the original version, which is in Spanish, it is titled Reloj biológico.