Okay, this one is going to be one of the shorter one-shots at 673 words(I usually aim for a minimum of 800). Just to let you guys know, I'm letting mile-stone reviews pick what ideas take priority. The first reviewer has done so already via PM(which is how I'll communicate with other mile-stone reviews as well unless they're guests). The idea selected with start next chapter(it's going to be a long one). If I can stop laughing long enough it will hopefully be up before next week.
On another note... GUYS THIS STORY ALREADY HAS MORE VIEWS THAN HALF OF MY OTHER STORIES AND IT HASN'T BEEN A WEEK! I'm hopeful it will eventually have the most views out of my stories. Next mile-stone review is review #10, then #25, #50,#75, #100(doubtful it will get past here).
Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock, but the name of an oc is iffy since they never make an appearance.
Chess Master
"Checkmate."
"..."
"Well Molly I think you just broke him," John spoke up, having been an audience member to the chess match that Molly had just won. Ever since Molly joined a chess tournament that was going on in 221B(the only way Sherlock would entertain the idea of having guests over willingly), no one else had been able to win a match, since Molly kept beating everyone. Everyone including the Holmes she had just handed defeat to. Speaking of said Holmes, he had yet to say anything. "Or sent him into shock to be more accurate. Congratulations on winning the tournament."
"Maybe we should ask Molly to help us solve cases from now on," Lestrade joked, earning amused chuckles from everyone but the three Holmes. Molly merely smiled politely, knowing that just because she won a chess tournament didn't mean she was smarter than everyone. "She won't insult everyone at a crime scene unlike that bloke," he added with a nod towards Sherlock.
"How?" Mycroft finally managed to croak out, clearly still in shock over losing a game of strategy to the pathologist.
"Ah, he finally speaks," Sherlock smirked at his brother. "Did you honestly doubt Molly's abilities Mycroft? I didn't marry an idiot brother dearest."
"Sherlock be nice," Molly lightly scolded. "I'll go check on the biscuits." Mrs. Hudson and Mary left to join Molly in the kitchen, both knowing Molly was retreating for a reason. Anthea, Mycroft's loyal assistant retreated to the spot next to the door, ready to walk out if necessary.
"How in the world did a pathologist beat me at chess?" Mycroft spat out, glaring at Sherlock. "You can't even come close to beating me." Sherlock's smirk merely increased, his eyes giving away his amusement.
"You don't know?" Sherlock mockingly asked. "You're slipping Mycroft."
"Sherlock..." the older Holmes nearly growled. A smirking Sherlock continued to stare at his brother, clearly enjoying knowing more about someone than his brother did for once.
"Oh just put him out of his misery already," Lestrade finally interjected after a few moments of silence. Apparently learning that he was the only one in the dark just made Mycroft's frown deepen.
"Not quite yet," the smirk still present on the younger Holmes' face. "It's not every day the tables are turned like this on my brother. I'd rather savor the moment for a bit longer."
"My uncle taught me everything he knew about chess when I was younger," Molly said, poking her head into the room from the kitchen. "Sherlock didn't find out about my chess abilities until after I beat him the first time as well Mycroft."
"I didn't know you had an uncle," John remarked, remembering what happened last time he laughed at Sherlock losing chess to Molly(John had gone off to help Mrs. Hudson towards the end of the match , thus missing out on the existence of Molly's uncle). It only took one time of nearly eating an ear to teach John why opening laughing at his friend's defeat was a horrible idea.
"You're bloody joking," Mycroft groaned as realization dawned on him. "Your uncle's James Hooper, a world tournament chess champion."
"The guy who left a huge fortune and estate only to his niece?" Lestrade said, switching back and forth from looking at the Holmes brothers to Molly. The man's nephews on his wife's side were fuming mad and kept telling tabloids the niece shouldn't have gotten everything, especially since the estate had been in the wife's family for generations.
"Yep," Molly chirped before retreating back into the kitchen.
"When you think you know a person," John muttered.
"John please," Sherlock rolled his eyes. "You're best friends with a sociopath, know the British government, are on friendly terms with a detective inspector from the Yard, had a former exotic dancer as a landlady, and married and started a family with a former assassin. Molly being a chess genius and coming from money isn't the strangest thing in your life."
"Wait," Lestrade choked out. "What was that about Mrs. Hudson?"