A/N: So, here's chapter two. Hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock.
"Sherlock, it's two in the bloody morning! I thought we had agreed that you would keep the violin put away while the humans are sleeping."
Sherlock ignored him and continued to play the same haunting melody. That is, he did until he was struck in the face by a throw pillow.
"John!"
"Oh look! He speaks!" John exclaimed as he tackled his friend to the floor.
"John, you're being a bit over-dramatic, don't you think?" Sherlock grunted as John fixed him in a head-lock.
"I - Excuse me? I'm the one being over-dramatic? Have you met yourself?"
"Fine, I'll put it away if you'll stop this foolish behavior," Sherlock huffed.
John released him immediately. Perhaps he was a bit silly, but John Hamish Watson didn't fool around when it came to his sleep.
Sherlock stood hastily, dusting off his shoulders and looking thoroughly affronted. "Well, you've gone and ruined my second favorite dressing gown."
"And you've probably woken Mrs. Hudson...again."
Sherlock had the decency to look ashamed now.
"Why are you even playing right now anyway? And don't say 'bored.' We just finished a case. Besides that, whatever that was, sounded..."
"Sounded like what, John? Do, speak."
"Well, if I had to sum it up, I would say heartbreak, but with teenage angst." John let out a loud snort of laughter. "Ha! Can you imagine that? Sherlock Holmes acting playing depressing emo music because of a crush? Oh, that would be good..."
John's laughter died down as he noticed the glare on Sherlock's face.
"What? Are you saying that I am incapable of feeling? I thought that after the fall, you of all people would have realized that is not the case," Sherlock hissed, his eyes sparking angrily. John gulped
"No! No, of course I know-"
"Then what? You don't think that I can have romantic feelings for a woman?"
"Of course I-"
"Because I assure you that is not the case either."
"I know. I just - Wait. Hang on. Do you...do you have feelings for someone? Is that why - Oh my God, you were playing depressing emo music because of a crush."
"Oh, do be quiet, John," Sherlock deflected, but John could see his cheeks growing red. He couldn't help it. He laughed. Loudly. Sherlock fumed. John thought he might even smash his violin, but he couldn't stop laughing. He didn't falter until Sherlock began to storm away.
"No, no, no. Wait, Sherlock. I'm sorry. You just have to understand how unexpected this is."
"Yes, well, it was unexpected here as well."
"Well, does she feel the same?"
"That's just the thing! She used to, I'm sure of it. But now, I don't know, it's like she has no interest in me at all."
"So, who is she?"
For the first time in John's life, Sherlock Holmes seemed nervous. "Sherlock, who is she?"
"Well, you have to promise you won't laugh again," Sherlock said. John nodded his agreement.
"It's Molly."
"I'm sorry, who?"
"Molly."
"As in Molly Hooper?"
"Yes."
"The girl that works in the morgue?"
"Yes."
"So, let me get this straight. The girl who has been in love with you for years, who waited on your hand and foot, and who even helped you fake your death, has finally gotten over her feelings for you and you have gone and developed feelings for her?"
"Yes!"
"You really do have the worst luck."
"Not helping, John."
"Look, mate. Just talk to her. I'm sure she still likes you. She's probably just trying to get over you, you know? Just let her know you feel the same way."
"Talk to her? That's your great advice?"
"Best advice there is."
"Well, it's no wonder you can't keep a girlfriend, then."
"And that's my cue to go to bed," John huffed angrily before storming off.
Sherlock considered his advice briefly. Perhaps talking wouldn't be too difficult. After all, it was only Molly Hooper.
When Sherlock arrived at the morgue the following day, he realized how incredibly wrong he was.
He had attempted several times over the past few hours to bring up the subject of dating with Molly. However, most of the conversations, though they were actually fairly decent and intellectually stimulating conversations he found, did not go as planned. Finally, he decided to go for ambiguity.
"Molly, I was wondering if I could perhaps ask you advice on a personal matter."
Molly froze where she was working across the bench on a lab culture. Her eyes fluttered up toward him quickly.
"I'm sorry, what?"
He frowned and briefly considered telling her that she should pay better attention, but he held his tongue.
"I was wondering if I could ask your advice on a personal matter," he repeated. She blinked once, twice, three times before raising her eyebrows and letting out a breath.
"Right. That's what I thought you said. Just making sure I wasn't entering the Twilight Zone," she laughed lightly and to herself. She continued before he could say anything, hoping he wouldn't comment on her silly joke.
"Well, what, um, what is it I can help you with then?"
Sherlock paused before speaking, wondering how best to phrase this. He had seen this work in the past. He would ask for Molly's advice about someone else, but really he would be getting all the information he needed to know about her.
"Well, you see, I have this friend-" He searched for a random name. "-Bill. Recently he has found himself having feelings for someone, someone he is close to and has always been friends with. The thing is, he hasn't always treated this person well in the past. He doesn't know how to move past that or to gain forgiveness."
Sherlock spoke quickly and detached, hoping to sound uninterested in the matter. At the look of shock on her face, he spoke again.
"Normally I wouldn't distract myself with such trivial matters, but I owe him a favor and-"
"Sherlock, I think I know what's going on here."
Sherlock went rigid, but only responded by raising his eyebrow. "Oh?" He hated the tremor that went through his voice.
"Yes, Sherlock, and you don't have to worry. You were forgiven a long time ago."
His eyes shot up to her face in hope and he drew in a breath he didn't know he was holding. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could she continued.
"Honestly, John forgave you the moment you returned. Well, right after he punched you, that is."
Wait...John?
"I can't say I'm not a bit shocked by this, but I'm just glad that you're finally admitting to yourself that you do have feelings, even if they are for John. And I'm so happy that you would ask me for help with this, though indirectly."
"Molly, listen-"
"Don't worry, I'm not going to tell anyone. After all, you know you can trust me with a secret. Seriously though, Sherlock, the whole 'friend' thing? What are we, five? Look, it's my lunch so I'll catch you later, alright? And you best talk to John."
She gave him a quick smile before skipping out of the morgue, leaving Sherlock to wonder what in the hell had just happened.
"Well, damn."
A/N: So, what do you think? Love it? Hate it? Please, review and let me know :)