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Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock. Awesome Steven Moffat and Mark Gattis and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle does. I just obesses on Molly Hopper Sherlock and Cumberbatch!

Title: You Owe Me

Summary: Molly Hooper has done everything in her power to help Sherlock even puts herself in danger. It's now his turn to return the favor. "Oh, if you really want to repay that favor you can accompany to my best friend and Tom's wedding" she says to herself quietly as a joke. "Alright," Sherlock says simply, "Wait, what?"

Rating: T (ratings will change in future chapters)

Genre: Comedy/Romance/Drama


Chapter Four

In preparation of…

Molly looked at her watch to check the time. It was fifteen before five. She officially has three hours to get ready till the rehearsal dinner. Marie had already left her threatening messages for missing out on the bridal party spa day. She didn't really have much of a choice though, after doing a few errands she got a call from work pleading her to come in for a couple of hours to help out. There was a fire at a factory with fatalities and they needed more staff to help identify the many John and Jane does that arrived at the morgue. They were already shorthanded because she had to take a last minute vacation for the wedding, so she decided a couple hours wouldn't hurt. Oh how wrong she was… she didn't get to get out four hours later and yes the hurt is probably going to be given by Marie.

"Molly Hooper, I understand that you had to work this afternoon. But I swear to god if you will be late tonight I will hurt you." Was one of the few messages she had listened to. She had already texted Marie saying that she was already on her way home to get ready and promises to be there on time. (she was sort of afraid to call Marie).

"Oh my god. Is that Molly Hooper I see?" she was stopped by a voice that brought goose bumps to her back of her neck. Of all people she bumps into today, as if she wasn't already having a stressful day… the most horrible woman ever… Marie's older sister Charlotte.

She turns to smile at Charlotte even though she wants to glower at her or even run the other direction. "Hello Charlotte…" she says between her teeth, "How are you?" she says politely.

"You can't turn this 'round on me, darling. How have you been?" she asked cheerfully.

If Molly didn't know this woman at all she would have thought this was just an innocent question that one asks with no malice. But she's known her since she was young, and Charlotte was the queen of gossips so she is positive the hidden question is How do you feel that my little sister is marrying your ex-fiancé. "Very good, I have been good. I have to go now. You know the rehearsal dinner is in a couple hours. I just got out of work. Need to go home and change." Molly responds quickly and tries to walk away.

But Charlotte is quicker and grabs a hold of her arm then bombarded her with questions that Molly swears her head might have exploded for trying to decipher what the woman had said, "It surprised me how this nuptial was rushed, I did not know about it either. It is so rushed I don't even know what to wear still I know it is either Yellow or Blue that she is allowing us to wear, But anyways let's ask about you… Did you know about them? Do you think something happened between those two while you and Tom were together? I never knew why your engagement fell through…is it true that you were in-love with some else? Will this man be your date at the wedding?"

Molly just watched her dumbfounded. "Um." She tries to remember what Charlotte had said, "Yellow?"

Charlotte just looked at her confusedly, "What?"

She was about to say something else when she heard another voice had called her, to her relief. Freya Charistia her other best friend, "There you are I've been –Oh, hello Charlotte." Freya said in disdain. She eyed Charlotte's hand which is holding on tight to Molly's arm. She raises an eyebrow at Charlotte then released her death grip on Molly's arm "Well we've got to go." Then drags Molly away to both girls delight.

"Oh dear god have I told you I love you? Don't ever leave me like that again!" Molly gasps as she links her arm on Freya's.

Freya frowned at her in disapproval, "I didn't leave you. You ran into her. I saved you. Do not blame me for your misfortune." She rolled her eyes at Molly.

Molly's face soured, "Well I'd rather blame someone for dealing with her then admitting that I allowed myself to interact with her."

"You could have just left her there mid-sentence. She wouldn't have noticed… she would be too entranced by her own voice to realize that you're not there."

"I guess."

Freya just laughs. "You are far too nice…" She shakes her head, "I thought I was free of her and that had happened… I am not looking forward to try to mingle with her tonight. I cannot believe she and Marie are sisters. Marie is not a spawn of the devil."

Molly started to snicker, "If we didn't save Marie and forced her to hang out with us in elementary school. Then she would be exactly like that."

Freya bites her lip to think about it, "True but this past week she has been one."

"Oh you've gotten the death threats?" Molly asks.

Freya's face fell into a frown, "Some of us don't have Mummy and Daddy as bosses who can just give her the days off she wants. So to take off the weekend I need to work today. Gladly, skipping the bride's maids super fun spa day." She rolls her eyes, "To answer your question, yes I've gotten two."

She gasps and points at Freya accusingly, "Not fair! I've gotten five!"

"Yes, because she knew I was supposed to work today. You decided on the last minute to go to work and lastly she is more of your friend than mine."

Molly pursed her lips together in agreement. Marie was always sort of a third wheel to her and Freya until Uni years. Freya attended school in Dublin while she and Marie stayed in central London, and then also attended the same university for med-school. Freya had just moved close to them a couple years ago from Dublin. So for a few years "Oh,"

Waiting for a taxi is pretty awful. After a few moments of silence Freya had spoken, "While we wait here, I'm curious have you got what you're going to wear tonight?" she asks, "I have been too busy with work lately to be able to go dress shopping with you. Ive got a couple things you can wear if you'd like,"

Molly tries her best to hide her horror, as much as she loves Freya, she refuses to have this woman dress her up ever because Freya has the obsession with showing off more skin than needed, thus the black dress she wore for Christmas a few years back. "No Ta. My definition of clothes is more than a drape."

Freya scoffed pretending to be offended then smiled, "Nothing wrong with flaunting what you got, 's the only way to capture a bloke's attention now."

"I don't need a bloke." She rolls her eyes.

"Yeah sure you do. Just someone to help you get over that Sherlock fellow." Freya says simply as she tried to hail a taxi.

Molly almost choked out of panic, oh this woman will have a fit once she finds out who i'm taking to the wedding. Freya had always been against Sherlock. Thinking she at least she should have someone normal and not uses her for his advantage. "I'm alright, went in the wrong pipe." She muttered when Freya looked at her worriedly.

"If you need a date for the wedding, that new doctor who just moved here from New York I keep talking to you about… he sure would be interested in you." Freya winked playfully as if there was another reason why she should meet him. She had mentioned this bloke a couple times this week already and Marie had been pushing her to meet a fellow a few days ago as well, another doctor, as if career matters to her to fall for someone.

She just scoffed, "Once again! No Ta." It was Freya that set her up with Tom and how great that turned out. A taxi pulled up next to them, she opened the cab door and gestured Freya to get in. "I can manage on my own." When Freya just eyed her curiously, she pushed her in the taxi.

"Oh bleeding hell, you got a date?"

Molly shut the door on her before Freya could protest. "Good bye… see you tonight." She waves as the taxi drives away. She never really told anyone who she is talking to the wedding due to the fact that it is Sherlock and secondly, it is Sherlock. She trusts his word that he was going to accompany her. But that doesn't mean that a case wouldn't be too interesting than a wedding. And she does understand.

Speaking of the devil, she just got a text from Sherlock.

I'll meet you where this event will be held. Still busy, so I might be a little late.—SH

Typical, she guessed it right. That's why she didn't tell anyone because she didn't want the look for sympathy from them when he doesn't show. Sherlock Holmes is the only consulting detective in the world… of course he is important. The world needs him and she is just Molly Hooper.

She started walking away, she decided she was better off walking home than wait for another taxi.

It wasn't two hours after the rehearsal dinner had started that she noticed that Sherlock Holmes hasn't shown up yet which she is happy about. As she guessed last night she was too busy to even pay attention to anything else but the guests, her fellow wedding party and the couple. Seating everyone and welcoming the others on behalf of the future couple. She'd end up neglecting him all night and leaving Sherlock alone when he is bored is dangerous. And to her surprise she feels relieved that he isn't here yet.

"Remind me never to say yes to be a bridesmaid ever again. This is total crap." Freya complained as she stood by her.

Freya was holding two glasses of champagne and offered one to Molly which she declined. "I am not drinking. I plan to stay sober all night."

Freya frowned at her, "You didn't have a drop to drink at the hen party too… Are you swearing off alcohol now?"

"No just staying away from it. I want to be functional tomorrow."

Freya snickered as she drank her glass in one gulp. "Something we call as moderation, darling." Then downed the other glass she had, took two more glasses from the servers that walked by them.

Molly rolled her eyes, "Fine example you are."

Freya raises the glass, "I didn't tell you I was. Just saying it exist not that I follow it." she finishes the two glasses she was holding too. "I am never doing the wedding thing… ever. This stuff is stressful enough and I'm not the bride… imagine if I was." She says exasperatedly.

"You have no romantic bone in your body…" Molly stated and takes the empty glass that Freya holds.

"And I am planning to be on the piss tonight. So cheers…." Freya said with fake enthusiasm then touches her glass to Molly's empty one making it a clink sound.

"I worry about how you deal with stress when you're at work." Molly stops Freya from getting another glass.

"I'm paid to do that. I am not paid to be a personal greeter and to deal with Charlotte…" Freya hisses her name in disgust.

"She is keeping her distance as promised… so leave it be." Molly knows very well that Freya and Charlotte cannot be in the same room together for more than two seconds or something bad happens. It had always been like that since high school because of a boy since then Freya doesn't get attached to a bloke and just think of them as play things. "Like you'd ever plan to get married…" Molly teases.

"Alright..." Freya says stubbornly when she tried to reach for another glass but Molly held on to her hand, "So, where is this bloke, you call a date?" Freya asks to change the subject.

Molly was about to respond when Marie and Tom were headed towards them. Marie ran to them, giggling like a little girl after she had just got woken up on Christmas morning. She links her arms on Molly and Freya's. Tom was just awkwardly standing beside them, nodding at at Molly (it is a good thing she seen Tom this week or it would have been really more awkward.)

"Can you believe it? I'm getting married tomorrow!" Marie shrieks excitedly and squeezes Freya's arm which in response to that Freya screams in pain and moves away from her grasp.

"I am not your squeeze toy!" Freya protested and starts rubbing her arm.

Marie eyes Molly confusedly, "How many had she had?" She tries her best not to laugh.

Molly bits her lip and mouths, "Five,"

"Excuse me! Only four. You keep taking it away from me." Freya defended herself. She glared at Molly then straightens up as she almost stumbled back, "Any road, I was just questioning Molly here who her mystery date is." She narrows her eyes.

Marie gasps and looks at Molly dramatically, "Her mysterious plus one?"

Molly just shakes her head in dismay, her friends obsession of her love life is ridiculous most of the time it annoys her. She just glances at her watch nonchalantly, "He said he'd be a little late." She shrugs.

"A little?! Two hours is more than a little!" Freya says in frustration, "Just tell us who it is or so we can keep an eye out for him."

"Keep an eye out on who?" Mark Stevens, Freya's cousin and Tom's best man, asks as he joins in their conversation. He smiles at Molly maliciously, "Hello Molly, last I saw you was at your engagement party..." He winks at Molly.

If it wasn't awkward five minutes ago, now it is.

"Oh stuff it, you wanker!" Freya cussed him out and punched his arm almost spilling the drink he was holding. Tom was glaring at him furiously.

Marie just touched Molly's arm apologetically which she returned with a smile.

"It was a joke..." Mark muttered under his breath, he started to drink his beer then saw someone by the door and almost chokes on his drink "Is that-?" He coughed out

Molly didn't need to look at the door to find who Mark had seen, Tom's face masked with fury and annoyance was already satisfying enough answer for her. And she was right that he would react this way. It made her smile brightly and happier.

"Sherlock Holmes?" He spat out after his coughing fit had finally stopped, " Maybe, one of the guest here murdered someone thats why he's here or someone is going to be murdered tonight..." Mark says amusingly, clearly probably remembering the story Tom had told him about John Watson's wedding.

"Or maybe he's Molly's date." Tom spoke bitterly, on the corner of her eye she could see him either glare at her or just looks at her disappointedly.

She could feel her friends gaze burning into her questioningly while she blatantly ignores them. She just smiles at Tom then turns at the door to find Sherlock standing very still searching for someone. When his eyes finally meets hers, he smiles brightly at her which made her heart leap. She never seen him smile like that before then she remembers what he had said a week before, it'll be more credible that I am your date. He is playing the part very well, and she doesn't mind at all. This was why she had asked him anyway, to make tomorrow bearable.

Freya and Marie are just talking to each other since Molly wasn't talking to them.

"Did you know?"

"No."

"Are they dating?"

"I don't know."

"You sneaky girl..."

She finally decided to walk towards him since he looks like he is waiting for her to meet her at the door. She tries to hide her delight in seeing him but a tiny giggle escapes her lips. Alright here goes, the game starts...


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