Chapter 4
Can He Tell Her…
Sherlock faced Molly's bedroom door and raised his hand cautiously to knock. 'Ok…I can do this…why the hell am I trembling?!' *Knock Knock*
"Yes?"
"Um Molly…"
"Come in Sherlock….its ok" Molly said calmly.
Sherlock opened the door and saw that Molly was in her pajamas. She wore a long sleeved buttoned up mint shirt that exposed her left shoulder, probably for being worn a lot, with white plaid pajama shorts. Sherlock stood there in astonishment of how he never noticed how quite adorable she was.
'Why is he staring at me so intently? Ugh I probably look like a mess. He's probably noticing each flaw on me' 'She looks so delicate…possibly John is right….I find Molly..-'
"Err..Sherlock what do you need?" Molly said breaking the unpleasant silence.
Sherlock focused out of his gaze and shook his head. "Oh…uh..sorry..I came to ask you..umm..ehh" Sherlock started to get fidgety and couldn't get the words out right.
"Ask me….?" Molly said curiously.
"Ask you if you hear-HAVE any extra blanket..yes blankets!" Sherlock grinned stiffly trying to cover the awkwardness of the situation.
"Oh yes of course I do!" Molly exclaimed cheerfully "I'll bring some to your bedroom, you can go and make yourself comfortable! Would you like some tea?"
"Thank you Molly, uh maybe just a cup I suppose?"
"Certainly!" Molly said with a beaming smile. She happily strolled past Sherlock to the kitchen. Sherlock smiled to himself as he watched her busily scurry around the kitchen to just make him some tea. He went to the guestroom and sat in an armchair pondering how he should bring up the matter to Molly if she actually heard the idiotic conversation. 'Hmmm…maybe John could give me some advice…ugh I'm never going to hear the end of this if I ask him..'
'John.. –SH' *SEND*
*Bzzzt Bzzzt*
'So are you going to tell Molly?'
'Ughhh…'
'What do you mean? –SH'
'Sherlock…come on you know what I mean…I'm not stupid'
'John…I don't know how to handle this.. -SH'
'…'
'John? –SH'
'YOU DON'T KNOW HOW TO HANDLE THIS?! The great detective Sherlock Holmes?'
'John you know how I am with such petty emotions…but this…it's different –SH'
'Different? I never thought she mattered to you that much.'
'John…she always mattered…she still matters a great deal to me..-SH'
'So do you suppose…you love her?'
'Love…Do I love Molly…why haven't I put any forethought…Molly Hooper…my Molly…' Sherlock sat there and reread the words over and over.
'Sherlock..you should tell her'
'John…I never had to deal with this before…how should I do-'
*Knock Knock* "Sherlock my hands are kinda full, could you open the door please?"
Sherlock shoved his phone in his pocket and opened the door. Molly had two cups of tea in her hands and handed one to Sherlock smugly. Sherlock took the tea and sat back down in the armchair. He took a whiff of the tea and closed his eyes. 'Mint..'
Molly took a seat across from Sherlock and watched him start to sip his tea. She was pleased of the sight she saw in front of her. "Is it ok?"
"Of course I'm ok…haha why wouldn't I be ok? Did you notice? I'm fine! Completely fine!" Sherlock rambled out.
"Uh…I meant the tea.."
"Oh.." Sherlock's face began to get hot and tried to keep calm. 'Blushing? Maybe she will think it's just from drinking the hot tea?...highly doubt it'
'Is he blushing..?' "Umm…Sherlock?"
"Yes." Sherlock diverted his eyes to his tea and started to sip it rapidly. 'This has to stop…I just have to say it..'
"Molly..I-"
"OHHH! I forgot to get you blankets! Be right back!" Molly said anxiously 'I feel so panicky…is he trying to say…what I think he's trying to say?...Nooo…Molly don't put fantasies in your head! Haha Silly head.'
'I can do this…I can tell her…when she gets back I'll just say it…just like that…can I?'
Molly came back with a bundle of blankets in her arms. Sherlock got up and took the blankets from her and put it on the bed. "Thank you Molly, I won't be cold now!" Sherlock laughed nervously.
"Do you need anything else…more pillows?...more tea?...really anything?"
"No, thank you Molly I'm truly fine" 'Come on tell her…'
"Well ok…I guess..umm goodnight then' Molly somberly said. She turned towards the door and started to leave the room.
"Goodnight Molly.."
Sherlock stood there and started to feel stiff watching her. 'I can't do this…I just can't…'
"Yes I can.." Sherlock whispered. He advanced towards Molly before she could reach the door knob and spun her around to face him holding her tightly. Molly's eyes grew wide and peered into Sherlock's icy blue eyes. Her heart started to beat rapidly. Their faces were inches apart. "Molly…" Sherlock breathed out heavily.
"Y-yes…?" Molly whispered faintly.
