Hi guys! It's been so long since I've actually written and posted something here but well, I hope I'm not too late.
Old Title: Project H.M.M.O.
New Title: Project M.O.M. [Move On Molly]
Description: [Previous Title was Project HMMO] Sherlock has finally had enough of Molly's attempts at a romance with him so he enlists the help of the Watsons, who actually have a plan of their own. So when a makeover is thrown in and a supposed non-existent date becomes existent, how long can Sherlock actually push through with this project of his?
Disclaimer: I would have loved it if they were mine, but alas, they are not. But at least this story is!
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PROJECT M.O.M.
CHAPTER 01: P.I.E.R. [ PLAN IS EN ROUTE ]
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Molly was silent as she walked up to him, with his coffee at hand. She pursed her lips and gave him a moment with the specimen he was analyzing before she cleared her throat.
"Yes?" Sherlock said, with a hint of impatience in his tone.
"Coffee," Molly managed to sputter out despite the lack of coherent sentences in her mind.
"On the table," he replied, not looking up from the microscope.
"What?"
"Put the coffee on the table… and thank you," he replied, still unmoving.
Molly did as she was told and preceded to the other end of the table. She was currently looking at a cross-section of a bone, which she guessed belonged to a man who was in his late sixties due to some cracks and the obvious lack of calcium in it. She sighed as she removed the specimen and jotted down on the logbook what she had found out. Sherlock was still unmoving but he was muttering things under his breath. She caught glimpses of him and while she did, he knew that she was watching him.
'Oh for the love of… she keeps staring. Why must she bother with it when she knows that I'm not going to look at her?' He said inwardly. 'I need Mary... or John.'
After an hour more, Sherlock finally stood up and left. Molly's stomach dropped because he didn't even said goodbye. 'Well, he's Sherlock Holmes and you're just a pathologist he works with. Nothing more.' A voice at the back of her head said.
"Are you joking?" Mary asked, dumbfounded.
"What? Of course not, Mary. You, more than anyone, know that I am not interested in pursuing romance with her… or rather, anybody. I cannot love. It's a concept that is quite perplexing to me," Sherlock explained, his hands below his chin.
They were currently having dinner- with John, of course. His best friend sat still, analyzing what he just said and gave Mary a look.
"Oh, for heaven's sake, John! Must I really help him with this?" she said softly.
"Well, Mary, it can't be helped. Sherlock says that he cannot feel anything remotely near to love so why must Molly go through all the pain and suffering it holds?" John replied, giving her a small smile.
"Alright, so basically, the plan is to help Molly move on from Sherlock? So he doesn't get bothered?" she reiterated, looking at Sherlock slowly.
"Yes, dear," John replied.
"Now, that's out of the way, what shall we have for dessert?" Sherlock said happily.
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Molly wore her white lab gown as usual and pulled her hair up in a ponytail. There were more specimens to be archived now so she had to finish with the tray of slides that were on her left side. She was now looking at a lining of a stomach that was owned by a person who had excessive hydrochloric acid in his or her stomach. She fidgeted when she looked at the clock. It was half-past eleven and Sherlock hasn't been to St. Bart's all morning.
So when the door swung open, though she was pleasantly surprised to see Mary, she was a bit let down due to the lack of Sherlock Holmes. Mary noticed her brief disappointment and smiled inwardly. 'Molly's feelings are a bit deeper than she might have anticipated.'
"Hello, Molly. We're going shopping," she said, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
"Shopping? I've got work to do and all these specimens to-" Molly was cut off when she saw Sherlock and John standing beside Mary. "Umm, what's going on?" she added.
"We'll be taking over for now, Molly," John said, grinning.
"I will be quite thorough, Molly. Must I include the gender, sex and age of the different specimens you have here?" Sherlock asked her whilst putting on some gloves.
"Oh, umm… there's no need, actually. Mary, what- what's happening? Why are we going shopping? I mean, I can't let Sherlock and John do all my work here," she mumbled on.
"But I'll still include it in your logbook… for the sake of it," Sherlock replied, not bothering to see whether Molly was actually listening.
"Mary insisted on taking you out since it's her only free time," John interceded and gave both his friend and his wife a slight nudge towards the door.
"Oh come on, Molly. We'll have fun, I'm sure," Mary insisted. Without much more prodding from the others, Molly hung her lab gown on the rack and got her bag from her own locker.
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The department store was thrice the size of her apartment and she was gawking at everything shiny or sparkly. Molly couldn't believe her ears once Mary said that she would pay for anything that she bought. Mary heaved a sigh and couldn't quite get over the fact that Sherlock was quite invested in this little plan of his. He even gave her the shopping money that was to be spent on this little expedition of theirs.
Mary loved Molly to bits but she did cringe at her fashion choices. Molly started making her way towards a striped pink and brown cardigan and was holding it up for Mary to see. Mary prayed quietly to help her get through the shopping trip with ease. She got the hanger from Molly's grip and placed it back on the rack.
"Not that one then?" Molly asked and Mary laughed.
"Oh, Molly. I'm spending for this shopping trip so I'm going to teach you a bit about fashion, yes?" she replied, grinning. She was only able to reply with a small smile.
The both of them headed towards the dress section and Molly stopped in her tracks.
"What wrong?" Mary asked, turning towards her.
"I don't think I'd be able to carry off something like this while going to work," she said.
"The dress?"
"Yeah, the dress. I only wear them for special occasions," she replied.
"I'll teach you how to carry it off, Molly. You'll see. All you need are the right accessories, actually," Mary said, nodding her head.
"I'll trust you on this one, Mary."
A navy blue, A-line dress quickly caught Mary's eyes so she got it off the rack and handed it to Molly. Once she saw an emerald colored, knee-length dress, she handed it to her too. To the ordinary person, it would've looked like Molly was a rather hopeless personal assistant to Mary, due to all the dresses that she was holding. Once Mary decided that it was enough, she took half the hangers from Molly and they both went to the changing room. Molly hung all the clothes on the movable rack and shut the door.
"You have to show me every dress you try on, okay?" Mary called out.
"You sound like my mother," she replied and it gained her another laugh from Mary.
"I'd like to think that I was practicing for a daughter… or a child someday."
Molly's eyes softened. As she stared at herself in the mirror, she was astonished to see that the woman looking right back at her was, in some way, beautiful. The blue hue of the dress brought out her eyes and it suddenly made her thrilled to try out the next ones in line for her to try on.
She unlatched the door and allowed Mary to see her. She had a wonderful expression on her face. Mary was giddy.
"I knew that dress would bring out your eyes!" she said gladly. "You should try the others on too," she added.
After a few more fittings, Molly was sure that Mary had purchased a whole wardrobe worth of clothes. She felt flustered once Mary rejected her attempt to pay for the clothes by herself.
"Oh nonsense, Molly. I called you out here so I should pay!" she said.
"Thank you for today, Mary."
"You're welcome. Now, would you like me to teach you in your place or our place?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, what?" Molly said, her eyes wide as saucers. "Teach me what now?" she added to her question.
"Our place it is," she said.
"What? No! I cannot possibly… John might be there! Let's do the teaching thing in my place."
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John and Sherlock were finished archiving the slides by three forty five pm so they headed to Sherlock's place. Mrs. Hudson was glad to see the both of them so she brought up some tea from downstairs.
"Oh, Mrs. Hudson! Do you have some cookies to go along with this?" Sherlock called out.
"I'm not your housekeeper, dear!" she replied before closing the door. After a few more minutes though, she brought up a fresh batch of cookies for them.
"So do you think your plan will work?" John asked, sipping his tea.
"Obviously, John. The common logic is to take a girl, give her a new set of wardrobe, apply heaps of make-up, teach her to flirt and voila! She will have a new man in a few weeks. Well, at least, that's what happened in most movies I have analyzed," Sherlock replied.
"But wouldn't the man she like fall in love with her as well?" John asked innocently and it made Sherlock's eyebrow go up. "Well, I'm just saying that in those movies you've analyzed, the man that the girl likes is one of the men who falls for her as well," he added.
"Well, I'm an exception. I don't fall in love so if ever our heroine of the story, Molly, would transform into a fine-looking lady, I think that I'd be unaffected," he replied in a matter of factly tone.
'Oh well, we'd see about that' John said in his head, grinning slyly.
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