Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Steve Moffat, Mark Gatiss own Sherlock and his realm. I just own my computer,my version of Openoffice, and my sick fantasies. English is not my native language, please forgive the mistakes and the typos.
Thanks everybody -thanks for everything. 55 followers for this story, and I still can't believe I'm writing a multi-chapter Sherlolly fanfic ( and neglecting my other multi-chapter story...I'm such a bad person...) and that this is the fourth chapter.
When John arrived at St. Barts, Molly was still in the laboratory reviewing the text results. She looked really tired, but John was sure she wouldn't leave the hospital until she had finished her work: she was so dedicated to her job, that sometimes the army doctor thought her commitment to her profession could rival Sherlock's.
" Hello Molly, I'm here !" John called her trying not to startle her, and she smiled to him. " Oh, John, I'm so sorry ! I'm so concentrated on this report, that I didn't notice you coming in - I'm going to take the bag and then you can go back home!". Molly hurried to her office, and John thought that besides the fact that Molly was more assertive with Sherlock, she was still the gentle, considerate and generous woman he had met after becoming Sherlock Holmes' flatmate and colleague. " There's no need to hurry, Molly - I have to go to Mary's anyway, and St. Barts is on the way, so it's not an inconvenience to me..." he said while following her.
" You're really kind, John, I promised to Mary that I would return tis things to her today, but I think I will have to stay here till late, so you're doing me a big favour!" Molly ranted a bit, but John quickly stopped her " Molly, there's no need to thank me again - besides, I wanted to ask you something: are you free next Friday ?"
" Well, I have my usual apéritif with my friends, but I can postpone it, why ?"
John fidgeted with the handles of the shopping bag Molly had given him " Well, Mary and I finally bought a flat for ourselves, and we wanted to have our first dinner there with our friends, to inaugurate it - it's gonna be a small thing, only close friends : you, Sherlock , Greg, Mike, Mrs Hudson, my sister Harry..."
" John, congratulations ! I will be glad to attend, really"
John's mobile rang at the moment and after looking at it, he quicky answered " Watson".
Molly could hear only one part of the conversation, but she could detect that the other person was surely distressed.
" He did what ?! I told him to stay home, he's...he's just a- Ok, Greg, I will wait for him here at St. Barts, thanks for calling, and I'm sorry about his behaviour - yes, he's stranger than usual, I know, I live with the guy! Ok, bye!"
" Do you need help with your report ? I think Sherlock is coming here, and he may be in need of our medical ability...
When John told him to stay home, Sherlock was still shocked by the fact that Lestrade - Greg ? Was his name Greg ? What a stupid name ! - had dated his pathologist - not my pathologist , she's a pathologist ! he scolded his mind for the slip - to offer a rebuttal. He returned in the flat, and still with the coat and the scarf on, he decided to analyze the situation. DI Lestrade, one of the men he thought was a friend, had dated Molly Hooper. Repeating the concept didn't make it easier to cope with it. How could he ? And most important, how could she ?! Lestrade was quite his complete opposite: dull, with a dull life, and a dull wife, and dull children...wait a minute, was Lestrade still married when he dated Molly ? Did Molly know about his cheating wife ? Of course she knew, they talked about that during the famous Christmas party when he dissected her present to him thinking that it was for another man...maybe finally Lestrade - Greg - and his wife divorced, and Greg thought : "Oh, there's Sherlock's sweet pathologist, maybe I can have fun with her..." This time Sherlock was so angry that he didn't realize that he had called Molly his pathologist for the second time in a few minutes , and then...his mobile vibrated, announcing a new text.
NEW CASE. DOUBLE HOMICIDE. WAITING FOR YOU AT NSY- GL
"So that's what the G is for..." the consulting detective pondered. In a minute he was out on the street hailing a cab, and ten minutes later, he was storming into Lestrade's office.
" Good afternoon Sherlock, I'm very glad you're here because"
Sherlock gave him a withering look . " When did you date Dr. Hooper ? Before or after your divorce ?"
" Well, I and Vivian-" Lestrade started
" Vivian and I. Keep going."
" Vivian and I" the detective glared at the tall man sitting in front of him " divorced one year ago. I went out with Molly shortly after that"
" Why ?"
Greg was confused. " Why what ?"
" Why did you date Dr. Hooper- are you deaf or simply an idiot ?!" Sherlock shouted.
" Mate, I think you should calm down..." Greg started, but Sherlock got up and curved over the desk. " Was it good ?"
" Sherlock, I don't understand...are you on drugs again ? Because I though I made myself clear the last tim-"
" Why did you date my pathologist?! Give me an answer, now!" this time Sherlock roared, and Lestrade lost his patience.
" Because I was lonely, and I needed someone...Molly was there for me, and we thought to try to date, and then..."
" So you used her to forget your wife ? Because she was available, free and easy ?"
" Sherlock, I don't like the way this discussion-"
" You thought " Well, let's take a ride on mousy Mol-" Lestrade's first fist hit him just under his left eye, and made him lose his balance and impact his face on the wall.
Sherlock recovered quickly, but Lestrade was already over him, gripping the collar of his expensive coat. " Don't you dare talk about Molly like that. Don't do that. Ever. Again". The consulting detective spat blood; some blood was on the wall, too.
" We went to the pub. Twice . Then to the restaurant. Once. No kissing, no holding hands. No sex, if that's what you're afraid of"
" I'm not afraid. I just wanted-"
" You tell me why, Sherlock. Why do you want to know about Molly and me ?"
Silence.
" I suggest to you to go to the hospital. I don't like people bleeding in my office"
Sherlock was already halfway out of his office, when Lestrade's voice reached him again. " We discovered that we were both still in love with someone else. We were just two friends spending time together".
Sherlock wasn't aware he was holding his breath until he let it out, at the end of Lestrade's speech.
When Sherlock arrived at St. Barts. he found his blogger and Molly in the laboratory working together on some notes.
" Sherlock ! " both exclaimed, and rushed to him. " Molly, would you please bring me an emergency kit ?" John said sternly, eyeing his friend. Molly scurried away, leaving the two men alone.
" Are you okay ?" John asked with concern.
Sherlock winced before talking. " It's not bad as it may seem". John smiled tightly, then punched him on the shoulder
" Ah- that hurts !" the consultant detective started, but John interrupted him. " What did I tell you ? Don't harass Lestrade, don't follow me at St. Barts...and voilà, you managed to do exactly what I asked you not to do ! How can you be at the same time a genius, and a complete moron, tell me ?! When I'll come back home, we're gonna finish our discussion, and prepare yourself: it will be a looong discussion, Sherlock..."
" What do you mean ? You're coming home with me now, aren't you ?"
" No Sherlock, now I'm going to meet my dear fiancè, and you're gonna stay here until Molly returns to take care of your eye and your split lip..."
" You can do that !" Sherlock whined.
" I just told you that I can't...and now I see Molly is coming- Goodbye Sherlock !" John shouted while exiting the room.
When Molly Hooper opened the laboratory's doors, she found Sherlock seated on a bench, the perfect picture of apathy.
" John told me that he had a date with Mary, and asked me to help you . So, what happened ?" Molly told asked, but Sherlock didn't react. She checked his face .
" Well, it's not that bad . Take the dry ice and put it under your eyes, while I check your lip..." she handed him the blue bag containing the ice, and Sherlock did as she told him, without a word. She turned to find the salve in the emergency kit, when he heard him speaking.
" The last time you did this was the day I came back, when I arrived at Baker Street and-"
" And John punched you in the face. Twice. You were worse back then, he nearly broke your nose...poor John..."
" Poor John ?! Poor John ?! I had to wear that hideous mask on my face for ten days, and then John posted the pictures on his blog..." Sherlock said, bewildered.
" Oh, yes, I remember the pictures ! It was brilliant...and you were hilarious !" Molly's laugh was bright and clear. It wasn't a foreign sound to his ears, he was quite used to hear her giggling after one of her jokes or while she was speaking to John and mary, or to Lestrade...Greg...but it was the first time that she was laughing with him -more precisely, of him ; he didn't feel offended by that, rather he was glad to be the one who had made her laugh.
While Sherlock was thinking about her, Molly realized that she was still laughing, and stopped abruptly. She put a small drop of salve on his lower lip, and distanced herself from the consulting detective.
" Here, like new - John will control properly your eye at home, I presume..."
Sherlock looked her in the eyes. " Molly, when did you stop stammering ?"
The pathologist broke eye contact before answering . " I don't remember, Sherlock; it happened. "
" You're lying."
" No, I'm not ! " Molly shouted outraged.
" Yes you are. You are twitching your nose - a quite imperceptible movement, but not for me; and your voice is higher. Why are you lying to me, Molly ?"
The woman glared at him. " It was the day you asked me to help you. That day, when you said to me that I was seeing you, it was true. For the first time, I truly saw you, and I understood I had no reason to stutter anymore."
" Why ?"
" Because that day was the day my crush for you died, Sherlock; I was finally aware that I was no longer infatuated, because I-"
" Molly, are you ready for the meeting ?" the shrill voice of Matthew Carter, St. Barts head pathologist, interrupted Molly's speech.
" Yes, Dr. Carter - I'm coming !"the pathologist gave Sherlock a weary smile, and touched the hand that was still supporting the dry ice pack. " See you soon, Sherlock" and with that she was gone.
One hour later, when he came home, John found Sherlock in his pajamas and dressing gown, curled on the sofa.
" Sherlock, stop pretending you're sleeping. We need to talk."
Sherlock didn't reply, only grunted something unintelligible.
" I don't care if you're tired, or if your cheekbone hurts . You deserved every punch Lestrade gave you, and you know it" John reprimanded him, still without an answer from his flat-mate. John shrugged and went to take his laptop; after a few seconds, Sherlock heard John opening the disc case and then his colleague literally lift him up and made him sit on the couch, putting the laptop on Sherlock thighs.
" Listen me carefully, because I don't want to repeat myself. You're gonna watch this dvd, from the beginning until the end." Sherlock began to get up, but John stopped him. " Sit down, and stay here - I want you to watch it all, and don't you dare to speak ! I don't want to hear any witty remark, any harsh word, unless they're coming from the television, do you understand me ?"
"But John…"
"No buts ! Do I have to gag you ?!"
"…and then you wonder why the people always think we are a couple…"
John remained with Sherlock for ten minutes, to be sure he was not escaping. When he saw his best friend calm, and quite engrossed with what he was watching, he left the room and started texting Mary.
I NEED YOU TO CONFIRM TO MOLLY THAT WE ARE GIVING A DINNER AT OUR NEW FLAT NEXT FRIDAY - JW
WHEN DID YOU DECIDE IT, JOHN ? - MM
I WILL TELL YOU LATER. JUST TELL MOLLY WE ARE GONNA INVITE OUR CLOSE FRIENDS - JW
I HAVE A FEELING THAT YOU'RE PLOTTING SOMETHING, MR. WATSON, AND THAT YOUR CONSULTING MORON IS INVOLVED. OK, I'LL DO IT - MM
MAY I ASK WHAT ARE WE REALLY DOING NEXT FRIDAY, DARLING ? -MM
YOU AND I, WE ARE SPENDING OUR LAST NIGHT ALONE AT BAKER STREET - JW
MOLLY AND SHERLOCK INSTEAD ARE GONNA SPEND THE NIGHT LOCKED IN OUR NEW FLAT. - JW
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