DAY 2: SEASON 1
15 May 2017
Summary: Meena quizzes Molly about Sherlock's little smile in the mortuary.
Prompt: Season 1 (Canon Compliant)
Rating: G
A/N: Since the morgue moment in "The Blind Banker" made me a hardcore Sherlolly shipper, I decided to write something related to it. I also haven't written Meena much, so I thought they'd have a little chat about that morgue moment. Hope y'all enjoy this one!
I own nothing. Everything belongs to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, BBC, Steven Moffat, and Mark Gatiss. If I owned Sherlock and Molly Hooper, then there would be a lot more Sherlolly in the show. All mistakes are mine. Reviews and constructive criticism are welcome.
MORGUE MOMENT
Molly had just taken a bite of her tuna sandwich, which she was forced to get after Sherlock interrupted her lunch-slash-dinner break, when Meena sat down at her table. She waved at her best friend as she chewed her food.
Meena stirred her pot of instant chicken-flavoured noodles with her fork. "So what's the deal with you and Sherlock Holmes, eh?"
She almost choked at her question. "Deal? I don't know what you're on about."
"Are you sure about that, Molls?" she asked, waggling her eyebrows.
"Yes, I'm sure. He doesn't feel the same way and only notices me when he needs something from me." She took another bite. "Did you know that he complimented my hair earlier just so I'd wheel out two bodies for him?"
"Oh, is that why you were in the mortuary with him and DI Dimmock?" She twirled some noodles in her fork before bringing it to her mouth. "Connie and I saw you guys through the observation window."
She nodded. "He thinks I don't know that he only flirts with me to get his way. As if he actually needs me to do anything for him, since he has unlimited access here anyway."
"Thanks to his brother!" interjected Meena.
"Yeah, exactly. But I help him anyway, even when he's so blatantly obvious. I should tell him off when does it, because it's frankly disrespectful to my intelligence. But I don't want some poor sod's murder going unsolved because of my pride."
"If you ask me, I think it'd be an excellent idea if you stood up to him or-or yelled at him when he tries to wheedle his way into the morgue or the lab. Maybe then, he'll finally see what he's missing." She tilted her head towards Molly.
"I should. I really should!" She let out a soft groan and chomped on her sandwich in frustration. "I also know that this hairstyle suits me better," she added as she gestured towards her hair. "I mean, I chose it. I thought I looked cute, so I styled it this way."
"And you do look cute as hell, sweetie. I'm sure the hot neurosurgeon from the coffee shop would tell you the exact same thing." She winked, making Molly laugh.
"Speaking of which, Steve texted me just before you got here and asked me if I'm free on Friday. His flatmate is performing at the pub close to their flat, and he wanted to know if I'd like to come."
Meena leant forward. "Please tell me you're actually going out with that guy? He's so fit, just like the Human Torch from that Fantastic Four movie. And he seems so nice. I think he'd be the kind of guy that'll help you get over Sherlock."
She shrugged. "I would, but I'm on shift that night. But I'll see if Aisling would trade shifts with me."
"Ha! Good luck with that. She only ended up with that shift, cos Siobhan has a wedding to go to in, um, Belfast, I think, on Friday."
"Damn it." She heaved a heavy sigh. "I'll try anyway. I might have to promise to patiently listen to the never-ending saga of her cheating boyfriend. Or I could trade shifts with Connie or Davina. But I'll do my damnedest to make myself available to go out with Steve."
Meena finished her noodles before taking a sip from her can of Sprite. "But what about Sherlock? What if he needs your help for a case or something?"
She drank from her water bottle. "Well, he'll just have to do without me. Plenty of other pathologists on shift that night can help him. Or I can help him out a bit and then go to my date. Regardless, his choices on Friday night or any other day will not––I repeat, not––affect my dating life." She plopped the last piece of her sandwich into her mouth.
"Attagirl. But I saw him kind of, I don't know, mooning over you like a freaking schoolboy earlier in the mortuary."
"What the hell are you talking about? He just had me show him and DI Dimmock the soles of the murder victims' feet in his case. Then he left with Dimmock without even saying thanks or goodbye to me!"
"Really?" Meena knitted her eyebrows together. "But I saw him staring at you with this… sort of fond smile on his face. He only dropped that smile once you've unzipped the body bag. You probably didn't see it, because your head was down. Honestly, I really thought he was going to ask you out to help him solve crimes or whatever the hell passes as a fun date to him." She leant back against the canteen chair. "He evidently didn't."
"And you couldn't have taken a picture?" She tsk-tsked and shook her head.
Meena threw her hands up in mild exasperation. "Well, it happened so fast! And Dr Shumway was there, and she's a vindictive, no-fun witch."
Molly snorted and rolled her eyes. "Whatever. He doesn't feel the same way. He's made it clear that he's not into me. And when the hell did he ever give me a fond smile? You're probably just having me on." She rose and grabbed the sandwich's plastic container, her water bottle already in her other hand. "Sorry, I have to go back to the path lab now. I'm hoping to catch Aisling before she leaves for the night."
"You can also try asking Sherlock out again, you know?"
"Nope! One rejection is bad enough." She waved her friend goodbye and walked towards the rubbish bin. She shook her head again when she threw the container in it. Then she started walking back towards the lifts to the pathology lab.
She could not help imagining the fond smile on Sherlock's face though. And she wondered if she would ever see him give her that kind of smile.
So what do you think? Hate it? Like it? Love it?
