Hey, everyone! This is my first Sherlock fictions since I've just recently discovered this show, and at that it's pretty much drabble. The pairing is Sherlolly (So much fun to say!), and hopefully you won't take very much dislike to it :) All the little stories are barely intertwined, so just take note of that. It's a bit off a comic relief series, really. A romantic comedy, I suppose. I think that's all... oh, yes. I own NOTHING AT ALL. Accept my own character Pauline, who is just there because there's not a real character to take her place. Enjoy! :)
1) The Science of the Internet
Molly Hooper walked as quickly as she could to Pauline's cubicle, almost running if it wasn't for her two-inch heels, which she could trip on even if she was just standing. "Pauline! Pauline, you'll never guess what!" she whispered excitedly, a huge smile across her face. Molly had her auburn hair parted in the middle, as always, and her cheeks were rosy from her quick flight up to the IT part of St. Bart's Hospital. She hadn't put her lab coat on yet, because she'd only just arrived, and she had wanted to share the good news with her friend before she actually got her hands dirty. "Pauline!"
Her friend, Pauline, turned around, a questioning look on her face. Pauline was only about 5' 4" tall, two inches shorter than Molly, and had her dark black hair up into a neat ponytail, as she always did. Her perfectly plucked eyebrows raised a bit in confusion, and her glossy pink lips (courtesy of Connie Prince's advice) turned up in a smirk. Her almond shaped eyes, which were almost black and showed off her tinge of Asian heritage, had just a hint of light pink eyeshadow, and her eyelashes curled up with her black mascara. "Good morning to you too," she teased.
"No time for such formalities when there's such big news to share!" Molly nearly squealed and took a seat on Pauline's counter-top. Pauline sighed.
"Well, you just sat on my pile of patients families to call, but that's cool if you just sit there," she sighed and leaned back in her swivel chair. "I know there's nothing stopping you from telling me, so speak now or forever hold your peace."
"Thank you, oh mighty powerful Queen of Wit, for your unnecessary comments," Molly said in an irritated voice, but smiled. "Anyways, you'll never guess what I found online!"
"A picture of a fat guy wearing zebra-print pants."
"I now see the error in my ways in showing you that photograph of a fat guy wearing cow-print pants," Molly sighed, rolling her eyes. "No, of course not! Now guess!"
"I already did!"
"At least try!"
Pauline looked thoughtful for a moment. "It involves Sherlock Holmes," she said, this time rolling her own eyes. Molly bit her lip and peeked out the cubicle, looking left and right before ducking back in again and swinging like a child on Pauline's desk.
"Yes!" she grinned like a maniac. "He's got his own website! Can you believe that?" Pauline sighed and held her head in her hand, her elbow resting next to her keyboard.
"Molly, don't you think this little obsession has gone far enough? I mean, ever since he first came into the hospital to inspect some dead body, he's all you ever talk about! Whatever happened to our long Connie Prince marathons, or shopping days? Honestly, it's like you're in love with him!"
"But I AM in love with him, Pauline! Well, at least I think I am. I mean, he's so intelligent, and so handsome... oh, can't you just see it, Pauline? Someday he's going to propose to me, and we'll be married! I can just see myself walking down the isle in a beautiful-"
"MOLLY!"
"Sorry, I was getting a little off topic, wasn't I?"
Pauline raised an eyebrow, unsmiling. "A little?"
"Okay, a lot. And I'm sorry we havn't been hanging out as much. Maybe you'd like a coffee at lunch break?" Molly asked, trying to keep her friendship. Pauline sighed.
"I've got a lot to do today after taking a day off last week, and I'm going to need to eat and work at the same time, but I suppose Thursday could do."
"Then it's settled, Thursday," Molly said. "But anyways, I was Googling his name-"
"Like always."
Molly blushed. "I've only done it a few times! But I was scrolling through some pages- Pauline don't give me that look! I was bored, not desperate! But I was looking, and I found an interesting looking page. Here, let me show you." Molly hopped up from the counter-top and leaped to Pauline's computer, typing in a website at the top. "Ah ha! Here it is!" Molly pulled up a blue and black colored page, with cool designs covering it. Pauline leaned forward in her chair to read it.
"'The Science of Deduction'?" she read, eyebrow still raised. Molly nodded her head.
"Yes, he's put all of his wonderful brain power onto this website, and even reports cases he's solved! Isn't that just fantastic?" Molly smiled. Pauline sighed, closing the tab and turning to Molly.
"Molly, this little crush is taking over your life. You need to start getting your eyes back on the prize, your work. Your work is to clean up the dead corpses, and run tests on them to see how they died, if diseased. Correct?" Molly looked over at a wall, avoiding her friend's gaze.
"I suppose."
"You suppose?"
"Okay, yes! Yes, it's my job, but Pauline, I'm thirty-one years old! I live alone with my cat, I'm getting old! It's about time I finally got into some kind of a relationship!"
"With a guy who barely even talks to you?"
"He does too talk to me!"
"Yeah, when?" Pauline challenged. Molly was quiet for a second.
"Well... the other day he asked me to pass him a scalpel... and we're usually in the same room together, alone. I don't know, it's like there's some intimate connection. Maybe he's just not showing it, or he's scared of commitment, or something. But Pauline, we can't all be like you! I mean, you're only twenty-five and engaged! You're six years younger than I and bloody engaged already!" Molly said, a little ticked off at her closest friend. Both woman's eyes darted to Pauline's engagement ring, which sparkled a bit in the light. Pauline hid her ring under her other hand, trying not to set any more barriers in their friendship.
"For one, those are hardly intimate things. And two, yes, I'm engaged, you don't have to tell me. Listen, I know what you mean. Maybe you skipped this phase in your life as a teenager or younger woman, but I know what you've got. You've got a crush on him, majorly. Do you remember back in high school? All the girls at sleepovers talking about their crushes?" Pauline asked, a small smile upon her face. Molly couldn't help smiling back.
"Those were the good old days, huh? Back when your biggest worry was what clothing you were wearing and such," Molly sighed. "Of course, my mother didn't let me have sleepovers very often, so those memories are a little bit more distant than I suppose yours are."
"Well, you've definitely got a crush on him, although I cannot imagine why. Tell you what, for the sake of our marathons in watching and shopping, I'll help you out. I'll be like your own personal cupid," Pauline grinned at the thought. Molly nearly jumped up and down giddily like a little elementary schooler.
"Oh, would you, Pauline? Are you sure it'll work? He's awfully hard to even talk to, and whenever he comes around, I feel like such a mouse. Does that make any sense at all? That I feel like a mouse whenever he's around?" Molly asked her friend. Pauline had a weird face, but ignored Molly's question.
"I'm sure this'll work. Do you love him or not?"
"Of course I do!"
"Well, then, you just listen up to me. I'll give you advice and all that, and you'll put it into action. Why don't we start today?" Pauline said eagerly. Molly's smile faded slowly, and she fiddled with her necklace.
"Well... um, it's just... I don't know, today? Aren't we rushing...?"
"Molly! I will not have you chicken out on me once I've gotten fired up about this! Do you understand?" Pauline said sharply. Molly bit her lip and nodded. "Good, well, why don't you tell me what he likes?"
"Uh, well, I honestly don't know much about him, and his website doesn't give out a lot of personal information. I know he like coffee, black with two sugars is his favorite. He's always asking me to get him that exact order," Molly said proudly. Pauline sighed.
"We've got a lot to work on."
"I can't do this," Molly whispered, terrified. She leaned against the wall, breathing in and out as evenly as possible. "I have to. You can do this, Molly. You've got this. You can change your whole life just by doing this. It'll be quick and painless," Molly pep-talked herself, trying to boost her morale. She closed her eyes, counting to ten slowly. When she opened her eyes, she took a deep breath, and moved off the wall to the door beside her. Her grip was on the handle and she glanced in the window on the door. Sherlock was inside, looking into a microscope and it looked like he was mumbling to himself about something. His curls would bounce ever so slightly when he turned from the microscope to a piece of paper and quickly jotting something down onto it will a pencil. And his eyes were as blue as ice, such a light color that Molly's heart just flipped whenever they looked at her, even for brief seconds. He was so handsome...
Sherlock turned and stared directly at Molly in the door. Molly shrieked and ducked down, hiding under the window. Good God, she was such a mouse around him. She quickly stood back up and opened the door before she could chicken out again. "Ha ha, sorry, I just dropped my key, had to pick it up again," she smiled too much and Sherlock barely glanced at her, looking back to his work.
"You do know that the door was open? You hardly needed a key," he said, not looking up and scribbling something down. Molly just stood there, biting her lip, then cleared her throat. "Oh, yes, I suppose so. How foolish of me! Well, uh... how was your weekend?"
"Monotonous," he answered. "Not a single murder in the paper. I've resorted down to testing and retesting the same experiment over and over." Molly's heart leaped that she had actually got a response out of him. Pauline's plan to just talk to him seemed to be working!
"How dreadful!" Molly commented, taking a few cautious steps forward. "What does it take to get a quality murder nowadays? Oh dear, that sounds bad, doesn't it? Well, uh... so if you're not very busy then, possibly yo-"
"Would you mind sharpening this pencil please, it's almost down to the wood," he said, interrupting and still peering into the microscope and holding the pencil out so Molly could grab it. Molly's mouth was still in the shape of an "O", and she was frozen. Suddenly, she seemed to wake up again and nodded vigorously.
"Oh, yes, of course," she said, taking the pencil. "These darned things, they always seem to dull out at the worst times, don't they? If only someone made a writing utensil that wouldn't run out so quickly." She laughed nervously.
"They have. It's called a pen," Sherlock said in monotone, still glancing into the microscope and pulling a different pencil out of his jacket pocket. Molly blushed at her stupidity and nodded nervously.
"Oh, yes, nearly forgot about the pen," she said, babbling. "Well, I'd better go get this sharpened, shouldn't I?"
"Yes, that would be ideal." He still didn't look up.
"Okay then..." she walked over to the door and softly closed it behind her. When it was closed, she bit her lip and suppressed a giggle. She had been promoted! He now trusted her to sharpen his own pencil! Molly skipped all the way down to the pencil sharpener like a schoolgirl, even though the closest one was up two flights of stairs.
The Personal Blog of Molly Hooper:
Dear Blog,
Wow, this is kind of funny. It's like a diary entry, isn't it? Except it's on the Internet. And people can read it. Oh well.
Anyways, I've decided to start keeping a blog, so I can recount my day. I'm pretty sure the only one who's reading this is you, Pauline, but I've decided to keep some people's names a little hushed up, you know... just in case of things.
Today, I got great advice from Pauline about flirting, which I've never been very good at. You see, there's this guy who I work with who I like.
Okay, REALLY like.
He's tall and handsome, and has the best ice colored eyes you've ever seen in your life! For privacy purposes, I'll just call him You-know-who, because if you're reading this then you should know who it is! Otherwise, I don't even know you and you could be anyone! So that's what his name is.
Anyways, Pauline gave me advice to flirting. Number one, just talk to him! So that's what I did! I just talked to him today, and what do you know, suddenly he's wanting me to do all these helpful things for him like sharpening his pencils, and telling me about his weekend! He didn't even correct me when I made a mistake. Okay, he did, but he told me easily, not roughly or anything. Twice. Talk about killing multiple birds with one stone!
Tomorrow, Pauline and I are going shopping for a bit of a new wardrobe. I've saved up a bit of money ever since Christmas, and we're going to see what kind of things I could buy to impress You-know-who. But nothing too low cut, or too high up, or too obviously flirtatious. Or fur. Or bright yellow. I'd look like a big banana. That would get attention, but not the kind I'm seeking. That's the thing about flirting, you have to do it secretly, confidentially! Wish us luck! Too-da loo!
-Molly
1 comment(s):
PaulineS: Molly, that wasn't flirting, it was being an idiot. You have much to learn, but at least I can teach you the basics of fashion tomorrow. See you then! XOXO
Thanks for tolerating this chapter :P More to come soon!
Best Wishes,
Aktress.