In Sheep's Clothing
Molly watches as Sherlock stoops down low over a microscope.
He's gorgeous, of course. Tall, slim, with unruly dark hair. And his eyes. Breathtaking when they're piercing and cold. Radiant when they melt into a soft warmth. They don't warm that way for her, of course. That look is reserved for the good doctor. She only gets to see it because she doesn't count. She isn't there. Not for him. Not for anyone, really.
And that's all right. John's not the only one who sees beneath the façade. Who sees the good man beneath the great man. Maybe Sherlock is rude to her. Maybe he's unkind, and selfish. Maybe he uses her. She's got thick skin and an appreciation for the consulting detective's plight. He does good things for the world. Standing for justice in a world that is unjust to him. That condemns him. The world is rude to Sherlock. It's unkind, and selfish, and it uses him. So they're together in that; in being taken advantage of. As for his fascination with the macabre, who's a morgue attendant to condemn that?
They have a great deal in common, though Sherlock, of course, doesn't see. In the end, her loving him was as unavoidable as his apathy towards her. Her position is painful, but it offers a vantage point she doubts anyone else in the world has. Every once in a while, she gets to see the things he doesn't want to show the world. Doesn't want to show John. In spite of it all, she feels lucky.
It's from this unique vantage point that she witnesses his secret sadness. Talking to Sherlock rarely ends well for her, but the idea of not offering her assistance never even occurs to her. There are things Sherlock can't handle on his own, and if he isn't looking to John for aid, it must be unfathomable. It's time to shed her sheep's clothing. By revealing her understanding, Sherlock will realize his mistake in not noticing her. She'll never get an unfiltered glimpse of him again. But what's one more sacrifice? She's confident she can help, if he'll only let her.
She steels herself and speaks, "You're a bit like my dad…"
A/N I love Molly Hooper! She's this little mouse of a woman with a heart of gold and steely determination in her eyes. Of course her crush on Sherlock tends to reduce her to a nervous wreck, but who can't relate to that?
This is just before the scene where she tells Sherlock she knows he isn't okay, and offers her assistance. I just freakin LOVE that scene. I hope I did it justice!
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