Title: You're the Reason I'm Leaving
Characters/Pairing: Molly Hooper, Jim Moriarty, past Molly/Moriarty.
Summary: The hardest part of breaking up is getting back your stuff.
Rating: PG.
Spoilers: "The Great Game" of course!
Word Count: About five hundred words.
Notes: I'm really only posting this 'cause Molly has ninety-nine fics. Prompted on the sherlockbbc_fic.
Title comes from Franz Ferdinand's song "You're the Reason I'm Leaving".
"Here's your C4", Molly says in a very casual voice as she hands Moriarty two grey blocks of C4 explosives from a cardboard box.
"Thank you", Moriarty places the explosives very carefully in his box and then pulls out a folded-in lightsaber (blue) from the same box. "And this is yours."
Molly silently nods in appreciation as she grabs it. She then lifts from under the table a pair of neon green underwear as his eyes widen, slightly. "Found these under my bed", she cocks an eyebrow at him in amusement. "Yours, right?"
He nods sheepishly as he snatches them and hides them in his Westwood's jacket pocket. "Correct", he then glances back up at her through his dark eyelashes. "Medical book - yours", he slides a thick, red, old leather-bound book towards her.
"9mm pistol", she carefully hands him, but he refuses it with a curt shake of his hands. "You sure?"
"Quite sure", he places his elbow on the table, leaning towards her, and cocks his eyebrow with suggestion. "Just because we're not together anymore doesn't mean I don't want you to be safe."
This is received with a quick roll of Molly's eyes and a small, exasperated sigh.
They had broken up the week earlier after a mutual agreement (she dumped him); the break-up, so far, has been both pleasant and neat for the both of them (not him - he blew up a car near St. Bart's and had an elderly lady killed). He told his associates that she was too damn clingy; she told her friends that he was a bit too clingy.
"Keys", she mutters as she slides across the table a pair of keys with a Bob-omb keychain.
"Yupe", he slides her a key with a TARDIS keychain. "And yours." They both grab their respective keys, intently studying them to avoid looking at each other and to have an excuse for why this thick, uncomfortable silence has overcome the pair.
She suddenly stands up, unable to stand his presence and the awkward position she's now in because of him. The scraping of the chair slightly startles Moriarty, who looks up. "Right - that's it, I believe."
Moriarty stands up too, his eyes trained on her. "Yeah." Another uncomfortable silence occurs as they both stare at each. He roughly grabs his box and marches his way to her front door, Molly following closely behind him.
She quickly opens the door for him and he walks out, but, stops in the threshold as she leans against the door, her hand placed firmly on the doorknob. "So - I'll see you around", he says in his most light, most casual voice.
"I - I don't think that's for the best", she awkwardly lets out, glancing at the floor.
He gives her a short nod, "I understand." He takes a step out of her flat and away from her, "Goodbye, Molly."
"Yeah, bye Jim", she mutters out before slamming the door in his face.
He stands there, for a moment, silent, before letting out, "Gawd - I love that woman", his grip loosening a bit with a heavy sigh. He then sniffs, turns on the heels of his feet, and walks towards the lift, sadly whistling "The Joker's Theme".