Mrs Hudson walked up the stairs to find Sherlock in his mind palace, wearing nothing but his sheet.
"Really, Sherlock," she said while approaching, "you should put some clothes on. It's ten o'clock. Imagine if we had company."
Sherlock sighed. "I don't get company, Mrs Hudson, as I have no friends."
"That's harsh," she scowled. "You have John, Mary, Greg, Molly, and myself!"
"Wow, a total of five!" he replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
He held his hand out and waited.
Mrs Hudson knew exactly what he was doing and put the letter for him on his hand. "It's from the hospital. You haven't done anything bad, have you, Sherlock?"
"Of course not," he scoffed, opening his eyes.
She rolled her eyes and walked out of the flat. Sherlock sat up and looked at the envelope.
Molly, of course. She dropped it by herself, no stamp. She wrote it at work yesterday and waited until her way to work this morning to drop it by.
He sighed and opened the envelope. Inside were two pieces of paper. The first one just said 'you're not the only teacher'. With a groan, he opened the second letter which had much less corrections than the one he made on hers.
Sherlock Holmes,
If the author is going to call themselves 'doctor', then they'd call the recipient 'Mr' to reinforce the idea of superiority and more intelligence.
You are the most selfish, arrogant, stupid, manipulative, ridiculous prat. How dare you walk into my morgue and make demands like you own the place? If I want to give you body bits, then you better be bloody grateful.
Most of this is correct, yet very harshly written. I do think you are somewhat grateful and I do think you are a selfish, arrogant, stupid, manipulative, ridiculous prat, but I don't mind.
I am so done with you coming in and demanding things. You are a disappointment and a disgrace. You make me feel sick, you make me feel dirty just knowing you.
If you come back into the morgue, I'm calling security. I will do anything to get away from you. I'm an intelligent person and I will do whatever I can to keep you away from me.
I regret my role in your death.
Doctor Molly Hooper.
Forgery. Shame on you. Jokes aside, please. I could never bring myself to call myself 'doctor'. I only do that for official forms and things for work.
Overall, I am both disappointed and disgusted with your words. It seems as though you think very little of yourself and that you need to write about it from the point of view of someone who cares for you to reduce yourself further.
The only grade I can possibly give this is a 30%. You failed to capture the real emotions and feelings of the author and you wrote a letter that does not only seem like a foolish thing to write to the recipient, but it's very stupid. I recommend next time you use that head of yours and think.
[Sherlock, really, if this is how you feel, come to the morgue as soon as you've finished reading this and after you've changed out of your sheet. You're not allowed in unless you're wearing pants.]
The detective finished reading it and frowned. How was Molly so smart?
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If you asked Molly if she was expecting Sherlock to walk into the morgue, she'd laugh and say 'not a chance he'll walk through those doors!'
In fact, if you asked Molly moments before Sherlock walked in, if he'd walk in, she'd shake her head and smile. She's say something along the lines of 'he's too smart for that.'
So, of course, when Sherlock walked in through the doors, she couldn't believe her eyes. Her jaw dropped as she watched him approach her.
"Close your mouth, Molly. It's awfully unattractive," he muttered.
"Y-you're here," she gasped. "You got the letter."
He rolled his eyes. "Yes. Obviously. You do not have a migraine and, as such, are not hallucinating. And I prefer to come in when John's here so I have someone to carry things back to Baker Street."
Molly began to wrap her head around the fact that Sherlock was here. She stepped towards him and he frowned at her.
Her action was quick. She raised her hand and it flew towards his cheek. He could have stopped her if he wanted, but he also knew that she was angry and should get her anger out. So, he accepted the slap without complaint and allowed his face to move with her hand.
Sherlock had been slapped by Molly before; four times, including this one. But this was so much harder. Maybe he felt it more because last time he was as high as a kite. Maybe because he only had a millisecond to prepare himself it hurt less. Last time, he had several seconds.
As he turned back to face her, she grabbed the back of his head and pulled him closer to her. If the slap had been a shock, the kiss was even more. He didn't even have time to wrap his head around the fact that Molly was kissing him when she pulled away.
"W-what was that for?" he stuttered out.
She smiled at him while letting go. "The slap was for being an absolute arse. Don't do that letter thing again. The kiss was because I care for you, Sherlock, and I'll never regret helping you out. I'll never regret having anything to do with you." She felt her cheeks heat up as she continued. "I want you near me and I could never do anything to keep you away. Not on purpose, of course." She started to fidget and continued her ramblings. "I mean, I'm sure I'd do something and you'd get angry at me and want to stay away and i-"
Sherlock interrupted her by placing his lips against hers. He put one hand on her lower back and the other on the back of her head. Molly's eyes widened before she twisted her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer, her eyes fluttering shut. A few moments later, they broke apart, she opened her eyes to look at them. Their eyes locked and she smiled.
"Alright, what was that for?"
He shrugged and smiled. "Mostly to stop you rambling, partly because I wanted you to understand that I understood what you were saying, and partly because I wanted to," he told her. "Now, while we're here, don't suppose you can get me a heart, can you?"
Molly smiled at him and laughed. "Manipulative git. Fine. But if you want anything from the morgue again, I better get a kiss," she said, still blushing.
He leaned down and pecked her lips. "I can't imagine that'd be too hard."
A/N: hey darling reader!
I did not expect that to happen, not going to lie. I was going to have Molly kiss Sherlock for the reason mentioned, but I just couldn't resist Sherlock kissing Molly. I don't really know where the last few lines came from, probably because I decided to have a happy ending for one of the first times (I'm a very angsty person, preferring everyone to be alone and unhappy than have a happy "yay! We're all in love!" ending, to be honest).
Alright, I'm not going to ramble in case someone tries to snog me, I shall not enjoy that, I'd imagine (not saying you're not a good kisser, but because I don't even like the concept of snogging).
Blerch! My apologies. That is all.
I lied, one more thing: this is the end of the story because it is done. Thanks so much for all the fantastic reviews! I really appreciate them! Also, thanks for the favourites and follows. You rock!
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