Hello again, everyone. Now, I promised myself I wouldn't start another story as I've got another two on the go as well :/ This didn't go so well and here we have ANOTHER story. I am sorry and am slowly working on the others but I hope this one will not be a waste of your time, lol :s…Thank you so much and enjoy…
"Be careful you don't fall in!"
"Molly, please, you are starting to sound like my mother."
At the lake, Thursday afternoons when the sun was at its warmest, Sherlock Holmes and Molly Hooper could be found examining various items of interest. Today's topic happened to be some frogspawn and they were currently sprawled on the bank, examining with magnifying glasses and different textbooks. Their mutual interest in all things science had allowed them to develop a deep rooted friendship; a friendship that no one understood. This was probably due to the fact Sherlock had a keen eye for observation and his many 'deductions' riled his classmates. But not Molly. They had been friends for 7 years, since they were 6 years old, and could always been seen buried in textbooks in the library of the school.
"Have you done your homework?"
Sherlock looked up to see Molly propped on her elbows looking at him with a small smile. He rolled his eyes.
"Dull. I'd rather do my own studying."
Molly shook her head, her loose hair swinging wildly around.
"You're going to get kicked out."
Sherlock frowned, looking at his textbook intently.
"I do not care. I do not need school, a bunch of university educated prats bossing me around. I get enough of that at home. None of them understand…"
Molly gave a small smile as Sherlock shook his head and flicked through the pages of his book. She looked up to the large tree providing them with shade, a canopy of pretty leaves covering them. They really had chosen a beautiful spot, secluded and secret.
"I know what you mean. Before he died, my dad told me he wanted me to be a dancer. My mum kind of insisted I take lessons, extra-curricular at school. I tried to tell him I like Pathology but, you know…"
Sherlock closed his book in order to focus solely on Molly. She was fiddling with a daisy, the sadness evident in her voice. With her kind nature, she will always have her dad's wish hanging over her. She would never be free to do as she pleased. Sherlock sighed. He, of course, knew of the lessons but never tired of listening to her soft voice.
"Yes, unfortunately. My mother insists I cease 'deducing'. Apparently, it annoys her 'circle of important acquaintances' and…"
Molly looked at him, furrowing her brow. Sherlock was shifting uneasily, doing his best to avoid her gaze.
"She also requested I…discontinue our friendship."
Molly looked hurt and Sherlock looked furious with himself. Molly had always considered Mrs. Holmes a kind and gentle woman with a fondness for her. Apparently, she had been mistaken. After all this time, she wanted her son to sever his only friendship? Molly swallowed thickly before whispering.
"And, what did you tell her?"
Sherlock smirked as he turned to look at her.
"I said, 'Mother, if you wish me to stay away from Molly Hooper, you'll have to lock me up and throw away the key…'"
Molly giggled and Sherlock rolled his eyes, glancing downwards again.
"Have you been reading my books again?"
Sherlock let out a small laugh and glanced at her for a moment. Molly's long brown hair had fallen over her shoulders and down her red sundress. He swallowed as he noticed the sun reflected off of her perfectly, illuminating her. Sherlock was suddenly aware how hot it really was…and that he was staring. Molly watched him as he fumbled with the books again, sighing to herself. Sherlock was, to her, the perfect person, interesting, clever – ingenious in fact – and extremely attractive. Despite his stubbornness, she couldn't help but be drawn in by his brilliant mind; even if she was fully convinced he wasn't into that sort of thing. He looked up once more and caught her eyes this time, blue-green and electric.
"Never give up on your dream. Please."
Molly smiled brightly and nodded. She was about to tell him the same thing but her foot, which had been tapping subconsciously, collided with the stack of textbooks in the bank, causing them to topple into the water.
"Oh, um…sorry, I'll just-"
"It's alright, I'll get them."
Sherlock outstretched his long arm, reaching into the cool water to try and grab the books, which were rapidly floating away. Sherlock shuffled forwards slightly and stretched further, brushing the edges of one of the books which only pushed it further away.
"Watch out, you're going to-"
Molly was too late as Sherlock had already fallen into cold water. He emerged, spluttering with his curly hair plastered to his face. Molly jumped to her feet and laughed when she noticed his frown and how ridiculous he looked.
"It is not funny."
"Are…you alright?"
She gasped out as she extended her hand for him to pull himself out. Sherlock frowned as he waded towards her; the textbooks were floating away now, abandoned and forgotten. Sherlock's expression changed when he reached her and took her hand to that of mischief. He grasped Molly's outstretched hand and pulled her into the water with him. Molly squealed as the cold water hit her skin and giggled helplessly, Sherlock rolling his eyes once more. The look of triumph was quickly wiped from Sherlock's face when he felt the cool water splash over him. He whirled around and saw Molly standing with a determined expression on her face, her long hair now damp. Sherlock frowned at her and it was Molly's turn to roll her eyes. She waded through the water to approach him.
"Oh, come on, it's just a bit of water. I didn't mean to get your precious hair…"
Sherlock bit back a smirk as she moved past him, attempting to climb out of the water. She failed miserably and ended up falling backwards…right into Sherlock's arms. When he didn't let go, Molly twisted herself around and Sherlock placed his hands on her waist, gently pulling her closer. Molly blushed as their eyes met, looking down into the water where they stood impossibly close. Sherlock raised his hand to her chin, tilting it upwards and using the other to brush stray bits of her hair from her face. His thumb brushed over her lips as Molly rested her hands on his chest, her mouth suddenly very dry and heart hammering. It was now or never as she leaned upwards, placing a small, quick kiss to the corner of his mouth. She couldn't move away, however, as she rested her forehead against him, hoping she hadn't made a mistake. Her worried were answered as Sherlock leaned and captured her lips in a longer, deeper and more passionate embrace.
"SHERLOCK? Where'zat lazy lil' shit? Sherl…lock?"
Sherlock and Molly broke apart, turning towards the sound of the voice. Sherlock took Molly's hand and squeezed it gently, a groan of annoyance escaping him, as the woman spotted them standing in the middle of the lake. She frowned and waved at them, a bottle swinging loosely in her hands, the contents sloshing out of the top.
"Ah, there-there y'are; your mother wants...you. Get to it...that t-tart can…wait."
Her voice sounded shrill as she approached the edge of the bank, her expression was stern. Sherlock was silently fuming, his hands turning to fists; this was becoming painful for Molly. It was his Aunt Jasmine, his father's sister, a particularly overbearing woman with alcoholic tendencies which, judging by her speech and posture, had taken her over for the day.
"Don't you dare speak to Molly like that. I do not care who you are. Anyway, you are one to talk with the amount of men you entertain. If Uncle Theodore was here today…"
"You li'l…"
She was furious and gestured for them to get out of the water. Sherlock had known about his aunt's many habits since he was five years old and a strong dislike of her had developed with the knowledge. He gently pulled Molly along to the bank with him, lifting her carefully out of the water before gracefully extracting himself. Jasmine glared at him.
"Shoo, girl, this…is a…private matt'r…stri'tly Holmes'…"
Sherlock opened his mouth to protest but Molly smiled brightly, tossing her hair over her shoulder.
"Its ok, I was going anyway. I'll see you at school, Sherlock…"
Molly brushed past him as she hurried away, smiling to herself and internally screaming as she left the beauty of their spot. Sherlock focused his cold gaze on his aunt, scowling as they began walking not towards the house but to a location in the area. As he followed Jasmine, he noticed his mother, father and brother sat carefully on a blanket on the grass. His mother raised a hand and beckoned them over; Mycroft had the stupidest grin on his face causing Sherlock to grow concerned. It was definitely a serious matter.
"Sit, Sherlock. Good lord, you're all wet…"
Sherlock raised his eyebrows. It seems I 'inherited' my deductive abilities from my mother after all. He perched himself on the grass, not wishing to dampen his mother's blanket and get another telling off. She fixed him with a stern gaze, her surgically enhanced face stiff and emotionless.
"Now, Sherlock. Let's not beat around the bush, you are not achieving to the best of your ability where school is concerned-"
"That is because I do not see the point. The teachers are morons and the lessons are ridiculous."
Mrs. Holmes narrowed her eyes whilst Mycroft snickered. Mr. Holmes appeared to be more interested in the small picnic assembled in front of him. Mrs. Holmes continued.
"Nevertheless, we have decided you are to go to a top class boarding school. You will have your education and no one to…ahem…'distract' you from it."
"If you are referring to Molly-"
"No exceptions. You leave immediately."
Sherlock's mouth fell open in horror. He jumped to his feet and sent the salad cascading everywhere. He glanced from his mother's still face to Mycroft's amused one.
"No. This is just a pathetic attempt to separate us. I cannot-"
"I care for my son's education. No exceptions. Mycroft shall inform the Hooper girl and you will never have to see her again. Now, Mycroft, escort your brother back to the house and get his things ready."
Mycroft smiled broadly and rose to his feet, strolling over to Sherlock's side. He tapped him on the shoulder and led him towards the house. Sherlock faintly heard Mycroft speaking but was too numb to say anything. They had reached Sherlock's bedroom and was gathering various things when Sherlock turned to his brother and swallowed.
"Mycroft, please do one thing for me."
Mycroft raised an eyebrow, a devious smile on his face as he gave a short nod.
"Give this to Molly."
He drew from his pocket a letter for Molly and Mycroft took it gingerly. Sherlock shook his head as he left for the bathroom, running his fingers through his hair. Mycroft sighed as he tore open the letter, completely disregarding his brother's privacy.
Molly,
I have to go away for a while and I am not sure when I will see you again. I only know this is not goodbye…
Please, take care and remember 'never give up on your dream, please.'
Sherlock
Mycroft rolled his eyes and, with a quick glance towards the bathroom, carefully ripped the letter and stuffed it into his pockets. Sherlock emerged moments later and gathered his stuff, sighing as he headed to the car awaiting him outside.
15 years later
"Dull, boring, predictable."
"Come on, Sherlock. It's your brother's anniversary party. At least…pretend you're enjoying yourself."
John had managed to persuade Sherlock to attend Mycroft's first anniversary party and, so far, he was not enjoying himself. He hadn't spoken to Mycroft in fifteen years and he was certain Mycroft wasn't aware he was coming tonight. In all honesty, he was only here to meet the newest member of his family, something he had been prevented from doing at the wedding. Sherlock still didn't know why he had been barred from that event. Sherlock sighed as he sipped his champagne, a well-dressed man appeared at the top of the stairs, clearing his plate.
"Ladies and gentleman, lords and ladies, dukes and duchesses…" Mycroft really has moved up in the world "may I present, Mr. and Mrs. Mycroft Holmes!"
Clapping and cheers echoed around the hall as Mycroft emerged from the door. Sherlock peered closely at his brother. Well, his love of cake hasn't disappeared, that's for sure. His gaze was suddenly drawn to the woman on his brother's arm, small and beautiful, a long billowing gown surrounding her. She was smiling, but happiness didn't seem to be present. She looked up and her mouth dropped open as she settled on the man stood in front of her. Sherlock stood rooted to the spot as the couple drew closer, before soon Mycroft and Molly stood in front of him.
"Ah, Sherlock. Long time, no see. You remember my wife, Molly?"
Sherlock smiled as he shook Molly's hand, their smiles now genuine and oblivious to Mycroft who was gazing fondly at Molly. When they were children, Molly had only heard of Sherlock's mysterious brother as he had been away at University. Now, as Sherlock watched his brother wind his arm around Molly and pull her close, he found himself in a living hell…
Hmmm, that was pretty long for a first chapter. They shouldn't all be like that, lol. Anyway, thank you so much for reading, and I hope you enjoyed this one. xx Please review and let me know what you thought. Stay tuned, back soon xx
