ABC

Chapter 2

Band

Disclaimer: I really, really wish I owned Sherlock. Alas, I don't. Please deal with my pathetic attempts to love them :') 3

"Oh my God! Are you kidding me? They're already sold out?"

"Molly, remember that talk we had about... talking?"

"Sherlock! You have connections, right?" He narrows his eyes at her.

"I do."

Suddenly, she's in his personal space. He lets loose a groan. "Well, I have some news... You see, there's this band-"

"Classical?"

She lets out a snort. He raises an eyebrow. "I should think not. Listen, they're called Whitesnake. I love them very much and they're having a concert in a few days. I put off getting the tickets because I've been so busy helping you! Please, Sherlock, find me a way in!"

"No."

"Thank you, thank you, tha- wait, you just said no. Why? C'mon, Sherlock! After all I've done for you?"

"Molly, I owe you. You're willing to call in the favor for a measly concert?"

"Yes! I've loved this band since my teens! I listened to them all throughout Uni and just recently got back into them."

"You just recently got out of Uni." He points out before turning his gaze back to the slide in front of him.

She barks out a rather unladylike laugh. "Yes, Sherlock. 6 years ago."

"It's been that long? Odd. If I agree to get you into this concert, will you be silent again?"

A smile lights up her face despite that minor insult. "Really?! Thank you!" She runs up and hugs him tightly before ripping herself away with flaming cheeks. "I-I'm sorry. Um, thanks." Welcome back, old stuttering Molly. Welcome bloody back.

"Quite."

Her flustered look is replaced with one of confusion. "Quite what?"

"Yes, Meena, I'm sorry. No-I. Yes! I know you love them too, but he only gave the one ticket. Yes, love all around. Kisses." Molly hangs up the phone with a roll of her eyes. Really, Meena can be quite needy sometimes.

She looks at her attire before turning crimson. She was getting too old for this. 32 was just much too awkward an age to be dressing in skinny jeans and t-shirts. Oh how Sherlock would laugh if he seen her now! Molly decided to throw caution to the wind and dress in one of her traditional 80s outfits. Needless to say, she was going to fit right in at a Whitesnake concert. Her outfit is completed with black skinny jeans, a Whitesnake t-shirt, and some seriously fluffed up hair.

She throws in some hoopy earrings before opening her front door, only to be stopped by a fist an inch from her face. "Sherlock?" Her eyes widen before shutting tightly as she remembers her attire. Damn.

"...Molly?..." And there he is. In all of his purple shirt of hotness glory. Jesus, does he intentionally get that shirt a size too small? His tousled hair and dark pants only add to her embarrassment.

"What're you doing here?" She asks, still keeping her eyes shut. Maybe he'll take the hint and shut his own.

"I've come to escort you to the, erm, Whitesnake concert." He coughs awkwardly.

"...Why?"

"Because I'll be joining you, of course."

"Was afraid you'd say that..." She moves away from the door and allows him to enter. "We'd better leave before we're late."

"Quite."

"Stop saying that!" She exclaims, laughter bubbling out of her mouth. Sherlock smiles. He'd be lying if he said he didn't say that just to make her laugh.

He puts on a posh face. Well, posher than normal. "Quite."

End Chapter 2

A/N

I just wanted to thank all of the sweet reviewers! It really meant a lot to me. I was terrified of putting myself out there again because I've been really hurt by some in the past. Thank you so much! I hope this chapter makes you smile as much as it did me. And just thought I'd mention because I'm proud, I got a hundred on a quiz the other day! But anyways, enough about me tooting my own horn (Jesus, who says that? Apparently me.) I s'pose I updated rather quickly. So the band I mentioned is Whitesnake and they are bloody fantastic! Look up Whipping Boy and you'll see what I mean. I guess I'm kinda making Molly be a closet rock fan xD apologies.