Dating

Molly shuffled awkwardly into her flat, shopping bags weighing down heavily on her weak arms. She dropped them on the kitchen table and rubbed her aching wrists. She looked around her flat, science equipment littered the tables and shelves, detective books scattered across the floor. She could see two of the empty takeaway boxes by the sofa, and one of his shirts lying screwed up by the TV. She really needed to tidy up. Molly sighed; living with Sherlock Holmes was defiantly hard.

He was nowhere in sight however, probably up on the roof or in the bathroom. Molly sighed again and started to unpack the bags. It had been 2 months since Sherlock had "died" and he was still living with her. He was moody, rude and child-like at times but she had gotten used to him. She knew a lot more about him now and he was easier to be around. She didn't worry so much and got on with life just like she used to, apart from a couple of obvious changes of course.

Slipping off into a daydream Molly hummed quietly as she moved around the kitchen, not noticing the curly haired detective slip into the room. "Molly, have you got any cereal?" he asked bluntly, sitting down on a chair. Molly whipped round, her hand flying to her chest as she dropped the milk to the floor "Sherlock!" she scorned, picking it up, "For god's sake stop creeping up on me like that!"

"I didn't creep up on you, I merely walked into the room and asked you a question...Have you got any cereal by the way?" Molly glared at him, "Yes, I have" she growled, turning away from him again. Sherlock chuckled lightly and lay down, closing his eyes. "And what have we got for dinner tonight" he added, yawning. "I don't know I'm not here tonight" Molly smiled, putting the last of the shopping away.

Sherlock's eyes snapped open, "Why?" he asked in annoyance; Molly was always in on a Tuesday night. "I have a date" Molly replied, turning her head to the side and looking in the cupboard, she could have sworn she had brought about 20 chocolate bars yesterday.

Sherlock sat up and turned his head to face her, "A date" he said to himself, Molly never went on dates, she stayed at home with him. They watched the television together and she always fell asleep half way the through the 10 o'clock news. She didn't do dates. "Why are you going on a date?" he demanded getting up. "Oh it's just this guy from work, he asked if I wanted to go out with him to some restaurant in Soho" she said, still staring into the cupboard. "Did you eat all those chocolate bars I brought yesterday?"

Sherlock clenched his jaw, some guy from work; he could be a serial killer for all she knew! She had dated Moriarity; she needed to be more careful choosing who she went out with. Why was she going on a date anyway! All the restaurants in Soho were horrible, Molly was far better off staying in the flat with him.

"Yes I did, but why are…" Molly cut him off, slamming the cupboard door. "All of them! You ate every single one!" Sherlock shuffled his feet, "Yes, but Molly why…" Molly interrupted him again, "I can't believe you ate them all! Didn't you think to save me just one! Sherlock I've told you before…"

Sherlock looked down, why was Molly getting so annoyed about chocolate bars? She had to give him answers, that was more important. Although, it would have been nice for him to have saved her at least one. "Molly, I'm sorry" he interjected before she threw something at him. "I should have saved you one, I was being a pig, do forgive me" he watched as her eyes softened, her face lost its tension. For Sherlock, an apology was enough.

"Ok" she said quietly, "Just please make sure you don't do it again" She waved him off and started to walk towards her bedroom. "Where are you going?" Sherlock called after her; "To get ready for my date!" she called back. Sherlock rushed passed her, "Why?" he asked, slipping in front of her and blocking her bedroom door, "Because I need to get ready" she said slowly, like she was talking to a child. "No, I mean why are you going on a date?" Molly shook her head, "Sherlock I told you, Tim is taking me to a restaurant in Soho, and he's picking me up at 7:00 so I need to get dressed now" she tried to push past him, but he wasn't budging.

"Tim" Sherlock scoffed; Molly was leaving the flat for a man named Tim. Sherlock could tell he was dull already. "Yes Tim, now Sherlock please move!"

He still wasn't moving. Molly wondered why, she thought he would be happy to have her out of the flat. She always fell asleep during the 10 o'clock news on a Tuesday and it probably annoyed him. She had to get ready soon or she would be late, and she hated being late for anything. She hadn't had a date in ages either, what with Sherlock milling about the place. So she wanted to look nice for Tim. He was sweet, and she was actually quite excited to go out with him. Now Sherlock was ruining it.

Molly tugged at Sherlock's arm "Please Sherlock! Why won't you let me get ready!" She whined. Sherlock winced, why wasn't he letting her get ready? She could go out if she wanted; it was her life after all. He wanted her to stay in, so he could be with her. He could talk to her about her day and snuggle up with her on the sofa. Sherlock mentally shook himself; he did not just say snuggle. Sherlock Holmes did not snuggle with anyone, especially not Molly Hooper. It was true though, he didn't want to be alone tonight, and he enjoyed spending time with Molly, as much as he hated to admit it. But there was a niggling, a little thought in the back of his mind that wouldn't go away; he was jealous, jealous of Molly going out with that man. He couldn't stand the thought of them together, holding hands, leaning in close to each other. Anger boiled in the pit of his stomach.

He couldn't think like this, it wasn't right, it wasn't him. He had been stuck inside for too long…yes, that was it. He was not jealous of Molly and her date, he was just thinking into things too much. Molly Hooper was just his flatmate. Nothing else. He didn't even want her as his flatmate, it's only because she helped him die and he couldn't tell John. Or he would still be in 221B right now.

"Sherlock!" Molly screeched, snapping him out of his daze, he looked down at her, her face was red, her eyes stressed, her hair ruffled where she had pulled her hands through it desperately. He chuckled at her, she looked pretty… no! Not pretty, he didn't think she was pretty. She just looked annoyed, very annoyed.

Sherlock let go of the doorframe, causing her to crash into his chest. He breathed in quickly. Molly pushed away from him and his smile dropped. "For Christ's sake Sherlock! What the hell!"

"I just…umm…apologies, I should have let you through" Sherlock muttered. "Yes! You should have!" Molly said angrily, "if I'm late I'm blaming you Sherlock!" she shut the door on him and Sherlock sighed, leaning against it. "You're still going then" he mumbled quietly. The niggling thought was back again and he stepped away, frowning as he walked back to the sofa and lay down again. Closing his eyes he saw Molly's face, smiling through the darkness. Groaning loudly he turned over and buried his head in a pillow. He knew it was going to be a very long night.

I really hoped you like that chapter, I think I'm going to make one or two more. So please review! I really need some feedback on this story so I know you want more! The next chapter will probably be up tomorrow, thank you! :)