AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a oneshot story broken into multiple chapters. This is how Molly and Mycroft first met, unbeknown to Sherlock. This was originally going to be a longer piece; however, after a few years, I've decided to cut it short and turn it into a oneshot. Thanks for those who followed and reviewed.
PROLOGUE
"How odd," Sherlock thought as he caught sight of Mycroft's lips lifted ever so slightly in a smile, and his brow lifted in amusement right before it disappeared immediately. The shift was very subtle in his brother. To the untrained eye, it would appear that Mycroft was unfazed by the introduction of Molly Hooper in his presence. To everyone else it was simply another day, and another instance that held little importance. It was after all a simple exchange of cordiality, as Mycroft appeared at St. Bart's to pay a little visit –unbeknown to Sherlock – and it so happened to be during a time when Molly was present and working on studying samples he provided her for his case.
Sherlock was very versed in his brother's nuances and he was certain, although unsure yet the cause of this, that something was amiss between Mycroft and Molly. After he introduced them, Mycroft and Molly's greetings was short and courteous, and almost disregarding… and yet, Sherlock was certain that during his conversation with his brother, he would see Mycroft ever so lightly looking towards her direction, observing her with a look he knew too well.
Sherlock would gather – although he was unsure of how – that Mycroft and Molly had met before, and somehow oddly enough his brother may have taken an interest in her.
"Bullocks," Sherlock said out loud at the deduction he made. This outburst had stopped Mycroft midway his speech, and garnered a questioningly look. With a nod, Sherlock encouraged his brother to continue talking, all while he wondered where this new discovery about this brother and Molly would be filed in his mind palace. He wasn't certain if it required any further review, and was about to disregard it as an unnecessary finding until he noticed Mycroft's gaze peering over to the direction Molly was seated. Sherlock saw through a reflection in a mirror behind Mycroft how their eyes met, and Molly immediately averted her gaze before turning a bright red.
It was clear to Sherlock, that as much as they had tried to appear as if they had been strangers, it was clear that Mycroft and Molly had met before. Better or worse yet, they clearly knew each other far more on besides just a passing basis. Now whether or not Sherlock needed to pry, he was uncertain. He filed the topic in his mind palace for later, knowing full well at some point it'd have its meaning. Until now though he relished in the amusement that for some unknown reason his brother seemed smitten with Molly Hooper of all people.
How did they meet exactly?
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