Helloo, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to my one-shot Sherlolly story. Now, normally, I only ship Sherene (SherlcokxIrene; not sure if that's a thing, but it should be)(lol), but I just had this idea running in the back of my head, so I decided, oh what the heck. Also, this takes place when Sherlock begins to reveal to everyone his "alived-ness", and I'm also pretending that Molly isn't engaged. Hope you enjoy! ;)
Molly Hooper walked into the locker room of Bart's Hospital, just to put away some things so that her day could begin. She wasn't thinking about anything in particular, as she put her purse in the locker and glanced at herself in the mirror of the locker's door. When something caught her eye, and she double-taked back to the mirror to see a man. A familiar one.
She turned around quickly, and there he was, not but 8 ft. away from her. She tried to contain her happiness of seeing him again, but an awkward smile couldn't help but show itself on her face.
She watched him return with a famous Sherlock smirk. "It's been quite awhile, Molly Hooper." He said looking at her intently. She became nervous, like she always did when she was around him, and she started fidgeting and looking down at her hands. "Yes, I suppose it has." She said. "Two years, right? I mean, I wouldn't know exactly. I haven't been counting… Really! I haven't been. I don't care all that much. Well, I do, it's just….well, I mean…" she stopped when he said her name softly and lightly. She looked up at him.
"I've missed you, too." He said simply, with hardly an emotion on his face, but she knew he meant it, and that made her all the more nervous. She looked down quickly again, and quickly looked back up, expecting him to say something else. When he didn't, she said, "Well, is there something you need? Or a body you want or….? That sounded weird, I meant, in the morgue…..um." Again she fumbled over her words, she knew she must have sounded so dumb, especially to a man like Sherlock.
However, it must not have really mattered, because as she was still trying to figure out how to fix the mostly one-sided conversation, he walked closer to her. He walked up to her smoothly, his hair in perfect place, and stood over her. Her breathing became heavy, as she had no idea what was happening. "Molly," he began. "I came here to thank you for everything." She sighed a small, nervous sigh. "It was my pleasure, I mean, it was hard. To see you leave, I mean. Uh…"she waited for his reaction. He smiled slightly, he was so close to her. "I mean for everything, everything. You have mattered the most to me and the most to this mission. Without you, I could not have pulled it off. You have amazed me."
With those last words, she was speechless; which wasn't totally uncommon. At that he placed his hands around her small face and leant in towards her small, parting lips. His lips met hers softly and gently. She brought her hands up and rested them on Sherock's, holding them in place. He pulled away, but not far, "I wanted to show you how grateful I am, and how much I care." He said. It sounded so strangely sentimental for him, and yet she knew he wasn't lying to her. His eyes were so blue, and they were piercing right into her brown ones.
"Uhm, you may have to show me some more." She said quietly, still absorbing the best kiss she had ever experienced. He laughed lightly and so did she, and their smiles met again. Gently at first like before, but passion quickly took over and he was pinning her to the wall of locker's. His hands slid to her waist and he held her to the wall and he hands went the back of is head, and her fingers went through his hair. She was definitely getting the message of gratefulness now, and as they continued she definitely got his message of care.
