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The next day, at school, the two children were seen to be in a rare good mood.
Jim was more at ease. He had a new playmate, someone who he could have a bit of fun without them overreacting or fainting at the sight of blood.
Molly was simply glad that she had found a friend. If that's what you could call the strange boy with wandering eyes.
There seemed to be an exclusive agreement between the two now, at lunch they sat together and at recess they stood in the shade, silently enjoying a companion for once.
They grew up, became teenagers and moved on to bigger game, mice and sparrows didn't appease Molly's curiosity and Jim's – well, Jim's unique sense of fun. They moved on to cats and smaller pets, crouching by roadways and in the woods over their prey, with Molly's knife and Jim's dark eyes.
The teachers began to notice their conversations and laughter and hoped that the sweet, polite Molly Hooper might have a pleasant effect on the morbid ways of Jim Moriarty.
However, if only they could see what they were laughing about, the teacher's might have a few different ideas of what Molly Hooper was capable of. Jim himself was still puzzled by how someone so boring could be so interesting, all at the same time.
She could go on for ages about her stupid cat, talking about every single menial thing it had ever done, all while studying the insides of some poor creature that had fallen into their hands. Jim began to notice things about Molly that he would have overlooked before.
He noticed the way her eyes lit up when the girls from her science class would say hello to her, and how she would cast her eyes down and blush when one of the older boys walked by. For some reason that he hadn't yet identified, Jim didn't quite like this.
Molly became obsessed with science, while Jim preferred to know everything about anything. Their nighttime autopsies became more frequent with her insistence and Jim found he didn't mind that she took up most of his time.
He had stopped criticizing her procedures as harshly as he had before, realizing' she had begun to know more about this than he did. This should have made him angry, but it just made him want to keep Molly, hidden away with him forever.
Then they moved on to high school, and something changed. Molly's nighttime sessions almost stopped and her obsessive talk of boys became almost unbearable.
"Jim. Must we go tonight? My mum's a bit sick tonight, she might need me." Jim scowled at her, crossing his arms. It was a Friday; they always went out on a Friday. She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and his brow furrowed.
She had curled her hair. She never curled her hair, something was – oh.
"Who is he?" He asked, his voice taking on a dangerous pleasant quality. Molly blushed, "Who's who?"
He stepped in to her doorway, crowding her space. "Who's the lucky boy tonight? Is it the one who's only doing it for a dare, the one who smells of cheap alcohol and cheaper sex or," He feigned pity, lowering his head and clucking like a worried mother,
"Oh. It's that boy? The one who doesn't know you exist? The great athlete, the one who is tall dark and handsome and completely oblivious to you at every waking moment." He grabbed a bit of her hair, curling the lock around his finger, forcing her to stay in close quarters with him.
"Poor Molly Hooper. When she's not hunting in the dark for dead things she's hoping that Carl Powers will notice her." He smiled, though his mind was filled with anger and hate. Molly's eyes watered and tears tracked down her blushing cheeks.
He let go and chuckled. "Pathetic little girl." Molly dropped her head and fell onto the couch, her body seeming so suddenly fragile and broken. Jim suddenly lost some of the red in his vision and felt an emotion rarely felt by him; guilt.
He knelt down by her. "Sorry Molly." He ducked his head, trying to show repentance.
"No." She laughed through her tears, shaking her head. "You're right. I am pathetic, growing more so each and every day."
Jim put his hand on hers, and she didn't pull away.
She took a deep breath, "I'm not noticed by anyone, Jim. No one sees me."
Jim sat beside her and put his arms around her as she sobbed silently into his chest. He put his chin on her head and whispered,
"I will always notice you."
