So, here is the second part of this lovely birthday story for my dear HanHan. :) I thank you all for reading the first chapter, and I hope you all enjoy this second part just as much! :D
PS. It's not mine. I don't own anything. All our rights are belong to...not us. Not our rights. The rights are a lie? um. Yea...basically I'm just writing fanfiction here.
Enjoy!
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Molly brought the kit over, and cautiously met eyes with...herself, trying to wordlessly tell the doctor within that they needed to speak alone. She decided on a plan, one she hoped would work.
"Um...Sherlock?" She asked hesitantly, receiving a hum as an answer.
"I think...maybe we could use some water. I know I could, and I'm sure John...MOLLY! I mean, Molly, could use some water too." She grimaced at her obvious mistake, and tried to play it off, as Sherlock turned to look at his friend. He warily eyed Molly, who gave an encouraging smile. With a sigh, the detective seemed to take the bait.
"Alright, but do try to remain cognitive while I'm gone. Can't have my pathologist and blogger both out of commission," Sherlock said, casually throwing a wink in 'Molly's' direction, who again, looked shocked. As soon as he left the lab, Molly forced John's body to scramble to her own.
"Oh my God. John? What happened to us?!" Her frantic question sounded in a voice not-her-own. Instead, a cracking version of John's echoed in the room. She heard her own voice let out a sigh, one that was entirely too John Watson.
"I don't know, but we have to figure out how this happened, and fast. No offense, but I don't exactly fancy being a woman." Molly let out a huff, before motioning to John's figure, now hers.
"And you think I want this? I just want my own body back. I want to be able to... oh. Oh, God. John, I have to tell you something. Sherlock, well we..." Her near confession was cut off by the detective quickly making his way back to their sides, two small glasses of water in his hands. He thrust one into John's calloused fingers, and Molly had to curl away to avoid the splash of cold liquid that cascaded over the lip of the paper cup.
Before she could register what was happening, strong hands were pushing her toward the swinging doors, mumbling on about something to do with 'fresh air' and 'possible concussion'. She heard the latch that bolted the doors fall into its slot on the floor, effectively locking her out. She let out a heavy sigh, wondering what would soon unfold in the darkened lab. She only hoped that Sherlock would behave a bit more than he usually did.
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Sherlock turned around, having slid the long metal bar down to the groove of the floor. He made his way to Molly's side, taking notice of how startled she looked.
"Are you sure you're alright? You seem...dazed." His voice was so gentle and caring, and John soon found a firm grip on his now slender face. He glanced up, and met the searing look of concern in the detective's normally harsh eyes.
"Sher..." John opened his mouth (no...NOT his mouth) to speak, but found himself being silenced by a set of lips. The kiss itself was tender, filled completely with adoration and the strong sense of, love, for lack of a better word. However, the fact that he wasn't himself, and more so, that Molly wasn't herself, made such an intimate moment wrong. All this came to mind before the fact that he was currently in a lip lock with Mr. 'Married-to-his-work'. This thought was the one that had him pulling away quicker than lightning strikes.
"Molly? Is something wrong?" Sherlock asked after him, forcing John to concoct the most convincing and convenient lie he could.
"I just...I feel sick. Yea, I feel a bit nauseous. I just need to go home and lie down." John made his way toward the door, letting out an uncertain chuckle as Sherlock pursued.
"Well, I can escort you, ensure that you are alright. I'll even feed that blasted cat of yours." He seemed almost desperate, a side that John had only ever witnessed during his extreme bouts of boredom. Just as Sherlock had him cornered against the door, John successfully opened it, using Molly's heeled shoe to lift the sliding lock out of place. To the innocent bystander, Sherlock in this instance, the pathologist almost looked relieved to see the army doctor still awaiting on the other side.
"Oh, John! You're still here. Wonderful." Sherlock sneered, his voice rife with sardonic disdain.
"Well, well yes. I just um... I wanted to make sure...Molly, was alright. Sherlock, maybe you should go hail a cab for her?" John's voice hesitantly offered up the idea. Recognition flashed behind Molly's brown eyes, and she too, jumped to encourage the suggestion.
"Oh, yes! That would be so kind of you. If you could go get...M...me a cab home. I'll just wait here with John, so nothing happens. Um, yea. That would be great. Thanks!" Sherlock seemed to pause as he listened to the two speak, an odd expression lighting his ethereal face. Finally, he bent to the idea, though the narrowing of his gaze told both John and Molly that the gears in that genius mind were turning out a great number of possible explanations.
"Fine, but I will insist upon making sure you are properly settled at home." Without waiting for any potential arguments, he made his way toward the exit, giving the two mixed up souls a moment to talk.
"Molly, how long has Sherlock been snogging you senseless?" The hurried question was the first out of John's borrowed lips. Molly looked positively mortified, taking the form of a bright red hue to John's cheeks.
"Since after he came back from that exile. After your wedding, once, and once right after...the fall." Molly's eyes widened, before John started laughing. The meek woman's giggle fueled the doctor's amusement.
"Well, who'd have ever thought?" He chose the next moment to steel his emotions, and focus on their obvious problem.
"Well, we now have two issues. Sherlock doesn't know about this," he motioned between the two of them, "and he doesn't know that I'm now very aware of the two of you. Sorry Molls, but I don't think I could even fake having an affection for him. Best friend or not, he will figure out that something is wrong, and he'll be bloody well pissed if we didn't let him know about the potential for some freak experiment he could do. We need to tell him, so he can help sort us out." John knew he was right, and knew that Molly agreed. She nodded her head, well, his head, just as the consulting genius rounded the corner.
"Right, Molly? The cab is waiting. John? I'll see you later." He seemed to smile at John, giving a stiff nod in his direction. He then pulled Molly's small body after his own, leaving before either could speak. A quiet John, or Molly, stood by herself.
"Good luck getting a chance to do that, John," She muttered to herself.
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Well, this is going to just be completely interesting. Thank you for reading this chapter! One more to go! I hope you'll all join me again for the end! Please let me know what you think! Love you all so much, and I'll meet you next chapter!