Sherlock was in the lab doing an experiment; he sat at his bench on his microscope. Both of them strictly belonged to St Bart's but Sherlock would refuse to use any other when he was there and would proceed to clutter it up with notes as to deter anyone else from using it. Molly was sat in the other corner making her way through a huge pile of paperwork. John had not long since left the morgue muttering about what a waste of his day off and he would be up in the cafeteria if anyone needed him. The room was quiet except the scratch of molly's pen on paper and the sound of light breathing.
Molly looked up from her paperwork and watched Sherlock for a moment; he was too distracted to notice. Molly took this time to stare at him from under her lashes today he was wearing that deep purple shirt that she loved so much, it was straining in the front. The shirt combined with Sherlock's position allowed her to see the milky white skin of Sherlock's neck. Molly by now was getting carried away with fantasies, which just that little bit of skin on show had triggered in her.
Sherlock knew molly was now staring at him he didn't even have to look. He had heard her stop writing and her breaths had gone shallower, did she really think that he didn't know she was staring?
Molly squeaked and tried to look in every direction but his, when she noticed Sherlock lift his head and look intensely back at her.
"Molly I would really appreciate it if you stopped staring, you are putting me of my work" Sherlock barked. Molly tried to say something in her defence but Sherlock just cut her off, "yes molly I know you were watching me and have been for the last 2 minutes. You are most likely running through a series of imaginative situations including you and me going by your pupil dilation, the colour of your skin, which is getting redder and the sound of your breath. Molly your fantasies are just that, fantasy. I have no intension to grab you and ravish you in the desk so please stop dreaming up such things when you are around me. I am trying to complete some difficult experiments and as all you're doing is staring with an open mouth I think you may as well go and make me a coffee."
Poor Molly had now gone from red to purple and now extremely pale her eyes were brimming with tears and she just wanted to run away but her feet were rooted to the spot. How she wishes he would stop then she could go grab him a coffee and get on with her work and save her crying for when she was alone at home like she usually would do. But unfortunately for molly Sherlock wasn't done with his verbal onslaught just yet.
"You must know by now your time is hardly worth anything when you compare it to mine. You should be happy that you get the opportunity to work for me and leave it at that. Save your wild imagination for some time where it won't disrupt me."
Molly was now well and truly past upset she was getting angry. So she stood up squared herself trying to look as big as possible.
"How dare you say such things Sherlock after all I have done for you? I do not in any way work for you, and I hardly see how your time is any more precious than mine" she actually felt quite proud of herself for that, as she had finally stood up to him even if it was only a small bit.
Sherlock was taken aback at first as it was the first time molly had ever said anything in her defence, she would normally just scamper off back to the little kitchen make his coffee if he wanted one and work silently for the rest of the day.
"Well molly nice of you to say something, you actually sounded like you meant it. I will say my time is worth more than yours on the simple reason that it is. I am the only consulting detective In existence, I solve many crimes that the police would have no hope in solving if I left them too it. Whereas you doctor Hooper are a pathologist all you do is look at a body and say what someone did to it, and you are not even the top in your field. I think that explains it well enough don't you?" Sherlock had hoped this would quieten molly up but it had the opposite effect, in fact it made her even angrier.
"Sherlock I will have you know I meant it, I do not want to be bossed around by you. I thought we were friends, I must have been mistaken" molly now feeling more confident, but Sherlock again cut her down.
"Yes you were very much mistaken we are not friends and never have been. Wow this is just like your school years isn't it molly." Sherlock said in a mocking tone. This was a low blow even for Sherlock, he knew molly had struggled in school as she didn't fit in. molly was the 'weird kid' that people avoided. Molly had confided all of this in Sherlock one night after the fall, when he was laying low in her flat forcing her to lie to all of her friends.
"Well Sherlock it is pretty clear you do not want to be here, as you have just said I am not a competent pathologist so you can gladly go and find another one to pester. Although I doubt they will be as easy to manipulate as I was. If you don't like me so much then I'm surprised you came to me in your time of need, when you had to disappear I was the one you came to, you told me I counted I guess you will just say anything to get a person to do what you want. I put my job on the line for you Sherlock and this is the thanks I get? I have put up with you too long, you win Sherlock you have finally broken me down. You do not have any rights to be in here so will you please get out now."
Molly would stay hours after her shift was due to end some nights, she would work through lunch or even come into Bart's on her days off, all because he would complement her hair or her lipstick well enough is enough he can get out. Molly looked down at him fiercely.
Sherlock jumped up off his stool and was about to make another poisonous remark when John burst through the doors with a very smug smile on his face. That smile was soon wiped off when he saw molly looking up at Sherlock with tears in her eyes and him looking down at her with daggers.
"God Sherlock, what the hell have you done now" asked John with concern. He fully expected Sherlock to pipe up with some sarcastic comment but it was Molly that faced john and cut the silence.
"Ohh don't worry about me john, I'm happy, Sherlock was just leaving." She said with sickly smile on her face and then she turned her head to Sherlock and continued, "now."
John was shocked as he watched Sherlock storm past him and out the doors of the lab picking up his coat and scarf on the way out. He watched as molly sat down on the chair and let out a long breath.
"Are you honestly alright?" questioned john, who was once again filled with concern for the small pathologist.
"Yes I will be fine, I'm just going to finish this paperwork here then go home it's nearly the end of my shift anyways. I am actually really glad I did that, he deserved it after what he said. But I am sorry john I won't be seeing much of you any longer, though feel free to pop in whenever you want, but please for my sakes don't bring him along" molly answered.
"You know he doesn't always mean what he says molly, he is probably very sorry" john muttered back, not quite convinced by his own words.
"No not this time john, what he said was awful and he clearly meant it, goodbye bye john." Molly's tone had a hint of finality in it.
"Bye and I'm sorry again" with that john left.
Molly went over to Sherlock's desk picked up his notes and threw them into the nearest bin. She then returned back to her own desk determined to get the paperwork done so she wouldn't have to stay late for the third time this week. She had had enough of Sherlock bloody Holmes, he and picked on her once too often.
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Right that is my first chapter hopefully of many. I do have a rough idea where I am going to take this story so I hope you like this first part. Any tips to help me with my writing will be appreciated; I know I'm not great.
I would also love to hear your comments - Kat