Umbrella
Summary: It takes a little act for Molly to like the rain.
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Molly Hooper hated the rain. She hated the sound of it, from the gentle pitter-patter to the roaring downpour, the little streams of rain falling down from the awning in the roof and the little sprinkles of water wetting her whenever the wind blows. But most of all, Molly hated getting caught in it, because almost every single time the sky decides to shower the earth below, it's just her luck that she forgets her umbrella.
Yes, she knows it's foolish. How can you forget your umbrella when you're living with the London climate? Actually, she had that habit ever since she was a child. Constantly, her mother warns her of the incoming rain ("The weather's pretty unpredictable lately, darling. You should probably bring your umbrella,") and constantly she comes home from school soaking wet, hair bundled together by the moisture, with a very unpleasant mood ("I told you to bring your umbrella," her mother said preparing her bath).
Now, at 34 years old, watching droplets fall onto the pavement, she wonders why she hasn't learned her lesson yet.
She sighed. It's not like she isn't used to it.
Imitating what she's always done, she put her hands in her head (like that would help) and prepared to approach the pouring rain. Just as about to take her first step, she felt a tall figure loom beside her.
"You should really start to bring your umbrella," he said, holding out an open umbrella above her.
"Sherlock –"
"It's one of Mycroft's umbrellas, Molly." He said almost annoyed. "Now take it, before you get drenched in the rain again. The last thing I want is for you to get sick. I need you tomorrow."
She took the umbrella from him. "Thank you, Sherlock." It didn't take long for her to realize he's out of her side.
She smiled. Maybe the rain isn't too bad after all.
A/N: I noticed that my stories are becoming sadder and sadder every day, so this is something happy for a change. Inspired by a scene in the movie wedding dress.