Sherlock Holmes: What are these "drabbles?"
Sherlock: Basically one hundred-two hundred word mini stories
Sherlock Holmes: I'd say she'll be writing ten-twenty of those.
Sherlock: Depends on how many themes she has. Anyways looney fangirl doesn't own us blah blah you get the picture.
Sherlock Holmes: These themes take place during the three years in search for the network of criminals Moriarty had formed over the years and are basically what the characters do in free time whenever Sherlock is taking a break from searching. Molly's POV, first person.
Name
I saw Sherlock and Irene filling out fake paperwork for the identity. Irene kept teasing him about the changes he has to deal with. I sighed, acknowledging that they are so "brainy" only they can afford to goof off like elementary children in a serious situation. "Your turn to contribute, dearie. Are you good in story telling?" Irene asked, passing me the papers.
I wrote without question and gave it back to her when I was finished. "You forgot to put a name."
"I thought you two were coming up with one. I'm terrible at names," I exclaimed.
"That's why you're picking. Funnier the better."
I sighed, peering through a book full of names. I felt Irene behind me, peering through the book as well. "How about Jack Sparrow?"
"Very funny, Adler," Sherlock said, rolling his eyes.
I sighed, writing the name down and giving it back to her. She gave it back to Sherlock, who turned towards me, dumbfounded "Jason Talbot?"
"Don't ask. Go with it," I said.
Violin
After coming back to my apartment, I saw him playing violin. Judging from the sad tune, I knew something was bothering him. He opens his eyes and turned towards me. "Anything new?"
"Nothing really. I see you're happy your violin is back."
"Yes. It doesn't feel the same though. Probably out of practice."
"It sounded fine to me."
"You don't have to lie, Mo-"
"It's fine. And with practice, it will be great."
"Really?" He said, turning his face the opposite way with his head down. "Thank you, Molly."
I think I made him red according to the light blush forming on his face. John told me Sherlock was shocked once when he told me he thought Sherlock's deductions skills were "fantastic". He wasn't really complimented a lot for what he does, wasn't he? Then again, the people who judge him usually don't know what he does other than deducing people. He was still human. Sure at times he says horrible things. But, that's just his minus, isn't it? People are full of minuses in this world so there was no excuse for even him out of everyone to be ridiculed. "Molly. You are thinking again. Did I do something wrong?"
"Huh? No, you did nothing wrong. Sorry for disturbing your playing. I'll get some lunch ready," I said.
Drunk
Okay. I am not taking him to a bar ever again as an opportunity to talk to strangers. Was I drunk when I suggested that? Though, it was funny how he still played in character as "Jason Talbot". The guys teasing him for never having sex before and the girls trying to seduce him was a bit too much though. Some of the homosexual men his age were staring at him too. He was covering his ears from the noise until his body fell to the floor. I started to carry him, politely saying, "He's taken. Sorry, ladies."
I walked out from the bar, my arms wrapped around his back while his arms and legs were wrapped around my neck and body. "Need some help, Molly?"
I turned to see John with a fairly blonde-haired women next to him. "My, how is a small woman like yourself able to carry such a tall man? Maybe I should try carrying John whenever he gets drunk!"
"Oh, Molly. I would like to introduce you to my girlfriend, Mary."
"Hello, Mary," I said "As for Jason, he's heavy indeed but he's actually quite light for someone a few inches over six feet. Quite underweight according to the doctor visit."
"Sure you don't need help?"
"I'll be fine," I said, walking. I turned back to them and shouted, "You two have fun!" before turning back.
I called a cabbie. "Hospital?" She asked.
"Not necessary. He only got drunk."
"Boys will always be boys," she said. "Hop on in."
Good thing I don't keep alcoholic drinks in my house. Or I would have to do this everyday and I prefer a healthy back. As for John, that was close. I was afraid he would see through the disguise had he carried Sherlock.
SickLock
Sherlock moves away from me, still on his bed. "Get that away."
"It's Vicks, Sherlock. Besides, you also have to take medication, which you tend to avoid."
"I am well aware of that, Mol-" He coughs and gives a small sneeze. "It. Doesn't. Work."
"You don't even know that. Now hold sti-" I said, trying to reach him.
"No."
"I will call Irene. She's still in the room."
"You wouldn't."
Aha. So if it's Irene, it gets his fear factor on. Irene walks into the room. "You called, dearie?"
"You know how to pin a sick man down when he has to take medication?"
"Definitely. Give me two minutes. You go outside and make some coffee for the two of you."
I did as she told without question and left the room. I already heard some shouting blasting around the guest room and in the end some level of calm talking. At least I have time to form an apology. When I brought the coffee in, Irene left, saying, "You're welcome, dearie."
I saw Sherlock wearing a white mask doctors usually wear. I can tell he was very upset from his eyes. I gave him some coffee and an Advil, proceeding to leave the room. "Molly."
I stopped and turned towards him. "I'm sorry," I blurted.
"It's...fine. I wanted to apologize too. I won't do that again."
"Good to hear that. Have a good rest," I said.
"I'm not tired."
"Irene!"
He jumps on the bed, taking the coffee and Advil. "Why are you caring so much for me to even bring Irene in case I refuse to take medication?"
"Cause I worry for you, idiot."
Amnesia
"What?!" I shouted. "You mean to tell me when going through the network, he got hit in the head and couldn't remember who he was or why he went there?"
"Funny thing is, he still remembers you while I told him he was Jason Ta-"
We heard a knock. He was holding the Wii-U and staring at me.
"Yes," I said. I turned back to Irene. "Does he remember his original identity?"
"Nope. I asked him if he remembered solving cases and he stared at me dumbfounded. Oh, don't try getting a peep from him for a few months. Injured his vocal chords."
I sighed. This is great. Just great. Is there a book that helps about trying to cope with mute amnesiacs?
"Let me know if he tries to harm you," Irene said, taking her leave.
"He won't since he apparently remembers me. But, I'll keep that in mind," I said.
"Yes!"
I got startled. I turned to see Sher- I mean Jason. He gave me an apologetic look.
"It's alright..."
He wrote on a piece of paper and gave it to me. The Woman told me I was your boyfriend. Is that true?
"I suppose. You are male, correct?"
He writes again. So it was true. In that case, I am really sorry. Might not like me anymore since I'm...not how I'm usually like before.
"No no. It's...okay. I'm not the type to dump someone for incidents like these."
Dates
Ever since the incident, Irene assured us she can handle the mission on her own for Sherlock. I tried hanging out with him in hope his memory will recover from movies and parks, to beaches and other places I used to take him to prior to the incident. However, none of the trips made him remember one bit whenever I asked him. Financing the trips were a bit easier now since he had part time to keep him company whenever I can't be there for him. He even had fun and pulled a smile whenever he could. He would always chase after me every time I took a picture of his smiling face. Sometimes, he catches up to me but that didn't mean he was able to delete the pictures.
Sometimes, he brought out the violin but every time he played, he collapses in the middle of it, throwing the instrument to the couch and clutching his hands over his head. He's remembering things if I remember correctly. I helped him get up and placed him on his bed. I was about to leave until he grabbed me by hand. I suppose I should be with him, since it's not good for him to be lonely in this state. Sometimes, whenever he tries to cuddle me from behind, he mentions that he remember things smoothly compared to occasional violin incidents. I know the real Sherlock would never stoop to cuddling me. But, you try telling that to a Sherlock with amnesia, I dare you. Good thing he's not a nuzzler. A nuzzling Sherlock would be unimaginable!
Explanation
"He lost his memory? How?" Mary asked. Maybe a double date wasn't a good idea after all.
"Long story. He doesn't want to talk about it anyway. His vocal chords recovered though so that's good news. He also started to remember things again," I said, biting into the ice cream dessert.
"Yet he seems to remember you prior to recovery so you must be so special to him," John says.
"Apparently," I noticed Jason trying to pass himself as done. I turned to him. "Finish dinner, Jason."
He gives me a pout but continues to eat anyway. Just because he refuses to talk after recovering doesn't give him the license to eat less you know. After the dinner, Jason and John were arguing about who's paying the bill until Mary and I split the costs up ourselves, shocking the two of them. We were walking outside together until we reached our house. After a couple of hours, Lestrade called John for a case and I asked Mary to keep watch on Jason while I was gone. After the case, I came back to see Mary cleaning some broken glass and Jason on the tile floor holding onto his bleeding hand. "I'm really sorry, Molly," Mary said, getting ready to leave.
"It's okay. You didn't mean to. I'll tend to Jason, ok?"
"I'll purchase the same item to make it up to you. Bye!"
She left outside with John. I turned my attention back to Jason and started getting the first aid kit. I wiped some of the blood off. He hissed when I dabbed alcohol over the wounded hand. I don't think he'll like not practicing his violin for a couple of days. It does lower the amount of collapses though.
Caught
A group of people opened the door, dropping Irene to the ground. "Sorry, Molly. The ne-"
"Network..." Jason said softly.
A man approached Sherlock. "Well well. If it isn't the former detective Sherlock Holmes. Name's Sebastian Moran."
"Who?" Jason said before getting pinned to the ground by two men. "Are you talking about?"
"Don't play games, Sherlock. Your little disguise as Molly's boyfriend is over."
"He's no-"
"Shut up, girl," Sebastion said, pointing the gun at me. "I have no time to play any more games."
"Sebastian, he doesn't remember who he was. Last time I checked, one of your criminals knocked him on the head."
"So I see..." He kneeled down to Jason, looking at him in the eye. "I guess there will be change of plans then. You, Miss Hooper, will be coming with us."
"I don't care who you are or why you are here," Jason tries to get up but to no avail. "But, I refuse to let you take her. Let. Her. Go."
"You and what army, 'Jason'? You sure talk big for a pinned down man."
I saw Sebastion taking some drug out with an injection needle. "Time for this big boy to be put to sleep."
I tried to break free. "Don't worry, Ms. Hooper. He will live."
He injects it into Jason. The last time I saw him before getting dragged out of my own home, was him trying to get up though the drug was halting him.
Sherlock: I didn't blush when John complimented me.
Sherlock Holmes: The looney fangirl probably added that from me.
Sherlock: You flushed when your John Watson complimented you?
Sherlock Holmes: What did you think he meant when he wrote "My companion flushed up...sensitive to flattery," during A Study In Scarlet?
Both John Watsons: *laughing from the other room*
Both Sherlocks: We heard that!
