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It was one week later when Molly saw Mycroft again, not that she was counting otherwise the pathologist would have said it was six days, sixteen hours and five minutes to be exact. The British Government was looking delicious as usual with his three-piece suit and trusty umbrella at hand. Molly's tongue unconsciously darted out to wet her suddenly dry lips and Mycroft pretended to not notice it.
"Umm, Sherlock just left."
"I know. My brother was not the reason why I'm here." Mycroft Holmes was by no means an impulsive man but he was most certainly decisive which was a prerequisite in order to occupy the position of British Government where international and national affairs wait for no one. Therefore after waiting for a respectful length of time, he assumed one week was more than enough, Mycroft went to visit her at St. Bart's.
"Oh?" Molly placed her elbows on the table, waiting patiently for him to continue. "I'm afraid there is no better way to say this than I would like to know you more for my own personal benefit." The pathologist's eyes widened in response, she was not expecting that.
"Trust me, there are much worse ways of saying it, Mycroft." She joked awkwardly, unsure of what to say in return. "Perhaps we could have dinner tonight? I understand that you have no other appointments for the night." Molly raised her eyebrows but reminded herself that the man asking her out is the British Government so she should not be too surprised of him knowing her schedule so well.
"I will see you tonight then." Molly answered softly and smiled which was returned by Mycroft. "I will come and pick you up at seven, if it's alright?" The pathologist nodded and officially confirmed their 'date', Mycroft would have to make do with that childish word for now and started to leave but he stopped after a few steps.
The British Government then turned and walked back to Molly. Taking in her puzzled expression which he found it to be strangely endearing, Mycroft gave the pathologist a gentle kiss on her cheek and was awarded with the image of a deer caught in the headlights. Like a boy succeeded in eating sweets to his heart's content and managed to avoid getting caught, Mycroft swiftly left the morgue wearing a satisfied grin that he himself did not even realise it but someone else did.
"Do stop humming, Molly. You are distracting me." Despite Sherlock's rude words, it did not dampen her good spirits because tonight she's going out with Mycroft Holmes, for goodness sake! Nothing was going to spoil it, not even the world's only consulting detective. At least that was what Molly thought.
"Do you know why Mycroft asked you out? You were not tempted by money so he had to take drastic measures to make you do his bidding. He would woo you and make you fall in love with him then you would become his slave, turning you against me. Mycroft is using you, Molly. Open your eyes or you are just going to end up hurting yourself like what happened in your past relationships." Sherlock got so caught up in his emotions; he ended up grabbing her shoulders tightly.
Molly pushed his arms away. "He's your brother, not your arch-enemy so stop treating him like one. I'm not the one that needs to open my eyes. It's you, Sherlock." The consulting detective walked out of the morgue in a huff but the damage had already been done as the seed of doubt was planted into Molly's mind.
The food was good and so was the ambience of the three Michelin starred French cuisine restaurant but Molly could not help but notice how distracted Mycroft was throughout the dinner. "I'm sorry, Molly. Regrettably, there is a matter of great importance that requires my immediate attention and I need to go now. My driver, David would send you back home. Nevertheless I hope you enjoyed the dinner tonight?" The British Government held her hand and absentmindedly brushed Molly's knuckles with his thumb.
"I did, Mycroft, thank you and go, our country needs you." She smiled warmly at him, urging Mycroft to leave. He stood up, kissed Molly on her cheek and left the restaurant. Molly still wanted to believe him yet unknown to her, the seed of doubt had begun to sprout as she gazed at the empty chair across the table.
The same thing happened at their second and third date. Molly knew that her distrust would eventually poison their relationship, if it constituted as one, and they could not carry on like this anymore. Sometimes it would be better for two people to remain as friends rather than progressing further but if Molly was any honest, she was just afraid that what Sherlock said was the truth so the pathologist chose to be a coward and pull the brakes before she sank in too deep.
"I see." Mycroft did not understand but he lied to spare the both of them from embarrassment. He saw no point to ask for the reason behind Molly's choice; Mycroft would simply accept it like a proper gentleman. "I respect your decision, Molly."
"But we could still be friends right?" Her words sparked hope in him but it extinguished out quickly.
"Yes." Another lie. The British Government do not have friends, only enemies and allies.
Both Mycroft Holmes and Molly Hooper did something out of the ordinary when they went for work the next day. He was late, as noted by Anthea, by a mere five minutes but the British Government was never late for anything although the rest of the day did proceed accordingly. Sherlock entered the morgue and glanced at the pathologist. "You did the right thing, Molly." For the first time, she ignored him and purposely forgotten to prepare his coffee.
Molly found out that Mycroft lied about them staying as friends when she texted him and the message was returned to her because 'the number was no longer in use.' Sherlock was right after all.
Delete this number?
Molly's finger hovered over the option 'yes' but it was as if her mind was reluctant to break the one last link between the two of them even though the number was invalid. Damn herself for still not wanting to move on from him. Molly finally gave up and threw her phone aside.
Over the years, Mycroft would occasionally come over to St. Bart's to personally see some bodies which Molly guessed were connected to very important cases and discuss with Sherlock about them. Those were the only times she ever got to see him and Molly could count the amount of sentences they exchanged.
The longest conversation they had was Mycroft congratulating Molly on her promotion and she thanking him. He usually would just nod at her and she smiled at him then repeating it when one of them exits the room first. They acted like how acquaintances behaved and that was what they became now.
Author's note: I assumed Molly already knew Sherlock for a period of time before the start of Season 1 so this was the background story I created for Mycroft and Molly.
**To Guest (if only I knew what to address you), thank you for leaving a review and such a kind one you had left! I totally agree with you that there should be more Mollcroft stories because I think they would suit very well and hope you would enjoy this chapter :)
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