ABC

Chapter 4

Defy

Disclaimer: Mmmm, don't own Sherlock. Wish I did. Though, that might be some sort of slavery or something. Benedict Cumberbatch as my slave... Oh wonders... ;)

"No, Sherlock, I will not give you a spleen just so you can flush it down the toilet!"

"But Molly! I need to know how quickly it would go down or if it would at all!"

"I'm about to make you go down!" She snaps her gloves on angrily before coloring at her word choice. "Go down, as in, I'd beat you up... Yes, not-"

"I figured." He coughs and shifts uncomfortably.

"I still won't give you a spleen."

"Damn..." He pauses to regroup. He clearly needs to try a new tactic. "Molly, give me the spleen right now. I want it and I shall have it." Oddly enough, her eyes narrowed yet her eyebrows raised. Interesting sight.

"If you ever speak to me like that again, I will personally see to it that women everywhere kick you in the balls. Don't be a sexist pig, Sherlock." She shakes her head in mock disappointment.

"So that tactic doesn't work then?"

"In no way do I feel an urge to give you a spleen. Unless it's your own after ripping it out, ya git!"

"I liked it better when you were afraid to defy me."

She barks out a laugh.

"Defy you? That would infer that I need to obey you on any level. What I do for you, Sherlock, I do because I want to help you. Not because your deep, sexy voice commanded me and I'm at your mercy."

"Oh."

"You are such a wanker."

"So I've been told..." He looks down in contemplative silence.

"...We're just joking around, right, Sherlock?" She asks worriedly.

"Mmm..." He smirks at her. "Not quite."

"Christ, Sherlock! If that sexist bit was not a joke..." She begins swatting his arm.

He laughs heartily. "It was a joke, I swear!" He looks at her deeply. "But I really wanted that spleen..."

She rolls her eyes. "Go home, Sherlock."

"Molly, could you try on these trousers?"

"...What?" She asks with a dazed expression upon her face as she fingers the pants.

"These trousers. According to the yard, a victim was killed in them, but they were clearly too small for her. I believe this is your size. Will you try them on?" She abruptly drops her hand.

"Christ, Sherlock! No, I bloody well will not! That's disgusting."

"John didn't have a problem trying on a sweater. But that was some time ago... Is there a new law?"

"...Did you tell him why you wanted him to?"

"No, I may have neglected to mention that fact. Not good?"

"Very bad!"

"I just need to see if they'll fit you! Please!" She's pretty sure that he just stomped, but she's more shocked at the whining look upon his face.

"I'm not a doormat, Sherlock. No."

"You're being especially cruel today, Molly. Mensing again?"

"Get out of my bloody morgue, ya git!"

"Ah, so you are..." He begins to backtrack.

"Not that kind of bloody!" She yelps after him.

End Chapter 4

A/N

This chapter was hard! I have no idea why! The next chapter is going to be funny... Welps, I hope so :) By the way, has anyone heard of the band Hoobastank? They are amazing! I suggest the song "The Reason" for a new listener :P) I would also like to agree with Rocking the Redbeard in saying that Whitesnake is awesome. I'm 16 and completely unashamed to say that I fangirl over David Coverdale haha!

And yes, I think that swearing Molly is pretty frikin awesome. I think that as of season 3, she's a bit more like Louise, yes?

So thanks for all the wonderfully nice reviews. They got me through a visit at my grandma's house. 4 hours of being ignored unless food was being stuffed down my throat. Joys. Haha anyways! Hope you have an awesomesauce day! :)