Texts, Trains of Thought, and the Things We Never Talk About
To: Molly Hooper
Subject: (No subject)
Everything worked out fine. Details to follow.
SH
Sherlock sent the text in a flurry of motion. He knew that Molly would have been watching the fall, most likely from the second floor of the hospital, first window, if he was correct, and that she would be worrying about him.
That was all she had been doing the past twelve hours. Worrying and fussing and never quite visibly panicking. All of this aside, she had performed brilliantly in her part in Sherlock's faked suicide. He was grateful for that, but he didn't have the time for the text yet. There was a lot to be done before he could fall back into an epitome of what life had been.
He looked forward to getting back to normal, back to John and Mrs Hudson and Greg. Molly... He would be spending a lot of time with Molly in the future. He had yet to determine if this was a good or bad thing.
Sherlock rubbed his eyes, smearing blood across his face. He desperately needed a shower but first things first. He had to get out of St Bart's without being noticed. Time for a total transformation.
Sort of.
Molly had been watching the whole thing. She was one of the few people in on the secret, Sherlock faking his own death, and it wasn't any better. Watching Sherlock go through that... Molly couldn't imagine. She couldn't imagine how Sherlock felt and she didn't want to imagine how John had felt watching it from his vantage point.
Still, when the text came through, she breathed a sigh of relief. There was so much that could have gone wrong. Sure, he was faking his own death but if things had gone even slightly wrong, Sherlock could have really ended up dead on the pavement. And Molly was sure that she had heard a gunshot just two or three minutes before the fall. Sherlock had not said anything about a gunshot, he hadn't even taken a gun with him, so that had been... well, terrifying. But everything had gone off without a hitch otherwise.
When the text came through, Molly was already halfway across the hospital before she stopped herself. She couldn't go running to Sherlock, not yet. She had to maintain her position as the innocent pathologist, as mousy Molly, and then when the news came in, when they told her about Sherlock jumping to his death outside, she had her part to play. Then, only then, would she be free to go to Sherlock, to make sure that he was alright.
He may have survived the Fall, but Molly was sure that he was far from fine.
IF you follow me, you may recall Texting a Disconnected Phone. This is going to be similar to that, only these will be between Sherlock and Molly. There will be interaction for those who are wondering. The drabbles will follow Sherlock and Molly directly from the Fall and onwards throughout the entire time that Sherlock is 'dead'. I don't know how long these drabbles will be, how many chapters, etc, but I wanted to write some fluffy cute Sherlolly, so, drabbles!
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