an: Happy Valentine's Day everyone! Have a great time, single or not! Enjoy yourselves :) this is the promised Valentine's one shot for all of you!
Sherlock isnt mine.
Sherlock Holmes walked the streets of London with an expression of disgust on his face. Pink, Red and White everywhere, it made him cringe.
"Overrated and a waste of time." He spat out, fixing his coat collar as he entered St. Barts. Even the bloody hospital was festive, his eyes rolled as he passed by dozens of roses and heart shaped balloons.
Before entering the usual place, he peeked through the door to find a certain pathologist, hunched as she was well immersed in her work. The sight made Sherlock's lips tug into a smirk, he always liked the fact that Molly's smart and hard working, but he barely praises her for it.
His mind palace continued to drawl out information of Molly Hooper, but something caught his attention. Molly's personal computer was open and it seemed that she was talking to someone via video call. This situation baffled him, he knew that the pathologist would never be so careless in her work space. The consulting detective's gaze widened as he heard the sweet giggle she made and a pure smile that was supposed to be only reserve for him. He felt his mouth turn to heavy drought, must be from the lack of liquid intake, he reasoned in his head.
His eyes shifted from the small window for only a second, as her giggles resonated in the room. Now, an abnormal pain in his chest occurred as she blew a kiss to the web camera and waved good bye. Sherlock slowly backed away, leaving the hospital with haste. He acted on impulse, it annoyed him how he unexpectedly felt so betrayed.
It was half past four when Molly received an unusual text from Sherlock. It read:
Meet me at the front, NOW. -SH
Molly raised an eyebrow as she took off her gloves and gave a quick sigh before she opened the doors out and into the halls. She was utterly cheery, a spring in her step, caused by the situation occurred not too long ago with the one she was video chatting to. The pathologist felt refreshed as she opened the entrance doors to find Sherlock with a heart shaped balloon and a box of presumably chocolates in both of his hands. Molly was confused rather than surprised as she warily approached the consulting detective.
"Sherlock? What are you doing?"
"As you can see, I am diving in to the overrated tradition of society and celebrating Valentine's day with a female, specifically, you."
"But why?"
"It had occurred to me that you deserve a wonderful time as much as others do in this occasion." Sherlock failed to hide the heat in his cheeks as he saw her face lighten up.
"Thank you, Sherlock." Molly bit her lip as she received her gifts.
"You're welcome." He gave a quick smile as he kissed her forehead with a gentle yet lingering peck. "Clear your schedule for the evening, I'm taking you to dinner."
"I don't have plans later on."
"But I was certain you had a date or some kind of intimate dinner with a male, about your age, English, but gained an American accent with a coiffed head of hair, blue eyes and light scruff." Sherlock blurted out, raising a brow.
Molly burst into giggles making the consulting detective furrow his eyebrows, "That was my childhood friend, Vince! We grew up pretty close and he offered to accompany me this Valentine's day because he didn't want me to be alone. Shame he moved to America."
"From a third person's stand point it looked like you two were dating."
"Wait... How did you-"
"Nevermind, let's proceed inside, shall we? It's a bit chilly and it would be dreadful if you caught something." Sherlock didn't let her finish, placing a hand on her back as he guided her inside St. Bart's. A sense of relief ran through his veins, a smile grew on his face as he planned the next surprise for next year's Valentine's day; assuming he's in a relationship by then.