Sherlock/Anderson. Ship or Sink? Decided by viewers. Definite sink. 88% of you crashed it like the Hindenburg. Thank god. But to think there was that ONE person who went for it... ummmmm. No.


I felt bad about the last one, so this one is a bit more bearable.

I don't really ship it, but it doesn't make me want to throw up either.

I can't remember if someone suggested it or not... But it was just a random idea. c: Enjoy.


I trudged through the puddles outside of Bart's grimly. Earlier I had returned to the flat to find my favorite jumper destroyed and just tossed aside. Despite his promise to quit experimenting on my things, he had the nerve to spill some sort of acid goo stuff and use my jumper as some sort of cleanup rag. This time he was so dead.

It was getting late, yet I knew he'd still be at the lab working. That's all he ever did was work. Work, experiment, destroy my belongings, and ruin every chance I had with any sort of date, I thought as I made my way through the halls. Just the other week he'd had the nerve to call me about an "emergency" while I was at the cinema with a pretty blonde I'd met at the clinic. He convinced me to run all the way home to find him in the shower, complaining about there being no clean towels within his reach.

"Well how did you get your cell phone to call me in the first place?" I'd asked angrily.

"I was working, so I already had it."

"You are in the bloody shower!"

"That doesn't mean I can't work in here! Think about it, that's ten to fifteen minutes of my day I'm wasting on personal hygiene. I can get ten more minutes of work in by taking my phone and doing some research." Sherlock explained.

"You're impossible." I growled as I headed for the bathroom door.

"Clearly I am not impossible, I'm here. Aren't I? Hey! Where are you going? Get me a towel!"

"If you're so damn smart, figure out a way to get one yourself." I slumped down in my chair; I knew there was no point in trying to make up with Amber. It's a bit not good when you run off to your flat mates rescue in the middle of a date.

Not even five minutes later, Sherlock walked out of the bathroom with the bathroom rug wrapped around his waist. I chose not to say anything as he trudged to his room. Despite what he said, he really was impossible.

And now I found myself thinking the exact same thing. The man was so impossible he shouldn't exist. I didn't bother knocking on the door to the lab as usual. I stormed through the door. "Sherlock, I thought we had an agreement, no more destroying my…" I started, but stopped when I walked straight into Molly.

"Oh, sorry Molly." I glanced at her. "Didn't see you there…" She was dressed up for the evening and it was the first time I'd ever noticed that she was absolutely beautiful.

"It's alright."

"You look… Brilliant. Wow." I stuttered out.

She blushed and looked away.

Sherlock cleared his throat, "John, don't attempt to flirt. It really isn't your area and it's actually quite embarrassing."

"You're obviously dressed up for something other than work." I observed, ignoring Sherlock.

"Yeah, well… Sherlock apparently needed me here, despite the fact that I had a date tonight." Molly replied.

"Is that what you do for living, Sherlock? Ruin other people's dates?" I asked him, and then turned back to Molly. "He does it to me as well, so don't feel too bad."

"Don't be an idiot John, I'm a consulting detective. Only one in the world, remember? Ruining people's dates isn't a job anyway. Don't be idiotic."

I sighed. "Sarcasm, Sherlock. That was sarcasm."

He just grunted and looked back down at his notes.

"You might as well go, Molly. Enjoy your date."

"Too late. But it's alright; it probably would have been terrible anyways. My mum is constantly trying to set me up with her friends' sons. Most of them still live at home."

"Besides," Sherlock cut in. "I need her here."

"You really don't, Sherlock. Come on, Molly. Let's go get a drink."

Molly shed her lab coat. "Alright, Sherlock you should probably give up for the night anyways. You've been here for hours."

"No. Molly, you can't go."

"I can and I will. I'll see you later, Sherlock."

"Bye, Sherlock." I said as we headed out the door. "Oh! And you owe me a new jumper."

Two hours later, Molly and I were down the street at my favorite pub. We'd both had a few drinks, and I was surprised at how easy it was to talk to her. We had plenty of Sherlock stories to swap.

"He actually called you while he was in the shower?" Molly giggled.

"Yeah. It was an emergency! I thought maybe he'd had an experiment go wrong. But he just needed me to grab him a clean towel."

"He's impossible. The other day he made me bring him like eleven different pens because none of them "wrote quite right." But believe me, they were all the same."

I chuckled, "Sounds like Sherlock alright."

Molly glanced at her phone, "I should probably get going."

"I'll walk you home." I said, pulling out my wallet to pay the check.

She smiled. "Alright."

We walked out together and I started down the sidewalk.

"John? I'm actually the other way."

"Yes, of course." I turned around, embarrassed.

"Too much to drink?" Molly laughed and nudged me. I almost fell over.

"Hey!" I protested, grabbing her hand. "You had plenty too. I'd like to see you walk a straight line."

"Challenge accepted." She concentrated on a line on the sidewalk and managed a few steps before falling against me.

We were still laughing when we got to her flat. I walked her to the door and she looked up at me, "This was fun."

"It was." I agreed, trying to decide if I should kiss her or not.

She made the decision for me when she leaned in and pressed her lips gently against mine. My arms wrapped around her as I kissed her back, and I just wished that moment could last forever. Finally, a date Sherlock couldn't ruin, one that he actually indirectly put together.

Molly pulled away and smiled. "Would you like to come in?"

I grinned. "I'd love to."


And there you go. I sink it.. But what do you guys think?

Let me know in a review, it's interesting to see how many people will ship stuff like this.

If you've got another pairing you'd like to see, just let me know. I'll try to come up with a somewhat interesting one-shot..

Thanks for reading. c: Love you guys, you're awesomee.