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"Impressive…you're proud of yourself, aren't you?"
Sherlock didn't answer as he delicately searched through his wardrobe at 221B. Mrs. Hudson had nearly fallen over in shock when she had seen him, claiming not to have been expecting him until John returned. Fred was in his favourite place, sprawled on the bed with a cigarette between his lips, humming happily as he watched Sherlock getting ready. He frowned when he didn't get an answer and removed the cigarette, blowing yet more smoke patterns.
"I've come to my own conclusions regarding that…delicious pathologist myself, you know." There still came no answer from Sherlock as he held up his purple shirt and tilted his head to the side. Fred cleared his throat and appeared directly in front of Sherlock, determined not to be ignored, "she's a sex goddess…Sherlock…"
Sherlock frowned but swallowed as Fred's eyes clouded over and he nodded slowly. He tried to ignore him once more, stepping away and attempting to swallow. That is…ridiculous, you cannot possibly know that…she is an open book. Fred laughed maniacally, leaning against the wardrobe once more.
"Oh, Sherlock, there are some things even YOU cannot deduce. Oh, yes…you can tell…you're in for the night of your life…Molly may SEEM like she's quiet and lacking self-confidence, but I can guarantee once you get her between the sheets…" Fred sighed dramatically as he appeared on the bed once more, a dozen cigarettes appearing between his fingers and Sherlock tried not to listen, "I'm telling you…it's the quiet ones you gotta watch out for…not that she'll remain quiet for very long."
Fred shuddered and released a deep breath, giggling as Sherlock bustled around the room manically, trying to forget everything that had just been said to him. Fred looked so smug and triumphant Sherlock wished he could do something about it. He turned to face him, an irritated look on his face.
"You have no idea what you are talking about….I will not take advantage of her on the first date, for goodness sake…not matter what you're telling me I want to do"
Fred shrugged and rolled over onto his side, smoking all five of the cigarettes at once, smiling foolishly as he did so.
"Yeah, but who's to say she won't take advantage of YOU. I may not 'know what I am talking about' but it's a juicy thought, is it not?"
It was indeed. Just so, in fact, that Sherlock couldn't stop thinking about it which delighted his increasingly annoying, self-proclaimed 'new best friend'. Sherlock sighed as he dressed hurriedly and Fred sat upright, narrowing his eyes. He appeared by the door quick as a flash and groaned dramatically.
"Ah, the doctor returneth…"
Sighing, Sherlock opened the door and moved into the living room. He noticed Fred already lounging in John's chair, upside down with a huge grin on his face. Sherlock nodded towards John and seated himself on the sofa. John rolled his eyes and shook his head.
"Uh…how are you feeling?"
Sherlock shrugged absent-mindedly stroking his still sore head as he did so. Fred rolled his eyes and crossed his legs that were sticking up in the air. There were a few moments of awkward silence before John nodded and cleared his throat.
"Um…sorry I left you with Molly…it's just my mum needed me…broken her leg falling off of a chair…Harry was out of town so I offered to help her until her crutches were ready…did you…I mean, any developments since I left?"
Sherlock bit his lip and Fred was leaning his head back to look at him properly, a raised eyebrow and a knowing look on his face. Sherlock sighed deeply as John was clearly expecting a response this time. I am not going to tell him about you or tonight…I do not want him to think I have lost my mind. Fred shook his head and focused his attentions on his cigarettes once more.
"Fine…it proved to be…interesting in Molly's company…which reminds me…I shall be out this evening…important business to attend to…"
John nodded slowly, moving towards his chair. With a gasp, Fred vanished and appeared by the flat door, grumbling to himself. A few more moments of silence followed until John was once again the person to break it.
"Anything I can help you with?"
Fred snorted and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively whilst Sherlock shook his head, determined not to reveal too much or make himself sound mad.
"No, Doctor Watson, I think I can handle myself or rather Miss-"
"No, that is not necessary. The Inspector requested my presence only…I shall fill you in when I return…"
"If you return…"
Sherlock stood up suddenly and strode quickly into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him and leaving a very confused John Watson in the living room. Fred for some reason, of all the other places in the room, appeared in the bath, sprawled out and dramatically fanning himself, one arm slung across his forehead. Sherlock leaned against the sink, splashing his face with the cool water dripping from the taps. Once he had regained his composure, he turned to Fred.
"You have to stop that…my…I cannot take it…"
Fred lifted his arm slightly and his voice was husky and deep when he spoke, matching that of Sherlock's.
"How do you think I feel? It's YOU that is thinking these things, I'm just doing what comes naturally….experiencing them for you…letting you know what is really going on in that head of yours..."
Sherlock shook his head and turned around once more, facing the mirror. I don't want this to be a one off, though…I cannot stop thinking about her…
"Whoa….slow down there…think about this for a moment….a relationship, Sherlock….a girlfriend? The potential to move in, get married and have lots of babies? Domesticity will not suit you…you'll grow bored and…stop thinking about it!"
Sherlock shook his head and shrugged, moving towards the bathroom door. Look, I will never grow bored of worshipping Molly Hooper and this is not my injury talking…if anything this has helped me to realise how much I need her. Now, if you'll excuse me. Sherlock wrenched the door open and Fred scowled as he disappeared again, his arms folded like a child. Sherlock took his coat and phone before sighing and stepping out of the flat, without even so much as a goodbye to John. He had been tapping at his laptop, anyway, and probably didn't even notice his friend had left.
Molly shook her head, throwing yet another outfit on her bed and adjusting her towel accordingly. She had rushed home from the morgue and immediately jumped into the shower, ignoring Toby's desperate yowling. She had barely had time to even think about what had happened that evening. The second Sherlock had left the morgue, Molly had snapped her mouth closed again and nodded to herself. As soon as it was time to clock off, she tore out of the hospital and raced to her flat. She now stood in her bedroom, a towel wrapped around her torso and another wrapped in her hair, frantically throwing outfits around the room. This is crazy…it's just a dinner to say thank you, it's not a date…Sherlock doesn't do dates…but still, I want to look nice for him but I DON'T OWN ANYTHING! Molly threw herself onto the bed and examined the clock; she only had half an hour left. She groaned and buried her face in her hands, grumbling incoherently. Toby had entered the room and was watching her with his head tilted to the side before jumping onto the bed and sitting on an outfit he liked, purring softly. Molly looked up and shook her head, shooing him off gently.
"No, Toby, that's my lucky outfit."
Toby stared at her and Molly placed her hands on her hips before smiling brightly and scooping the cat into a hug and swinging him around. Once back on the ground, Toby ran for cover under the nearest chair as Molly picked up the outfit and dashed for the bathroom again.
"I wonder what she looks like, smells like…tastes like…"
"Will you please, for once, shut up? I know…I know…" Sherlock added as Fred opened his mouth, "you're only telling me what I'm thinking but seriously must you put it so…"
He faltered when people walking past started to stare at him, whispering to their companions. He continued quicker but Fred glided along beside him, and according to him, this conversation was far from over.
"Filthy? Come on, Sherlock, Molly is just as dirty as you…as you'll soon find out…"
Sherlock shook his head and looked around nervously before muttering under his breath.
"You're unbelievable…"
They stopped outside of Molly's building and Fred silently urged Sherlock towards the buzzer. Sherlock hesitated for a moment as he swallowed, fiddling with his hands.
"Supposing you right…how do I tell her how I feel about her…it's not just about sex…I think I…"
"Oh, please don't…not yet, jeeze. Look, I am well aware you've been 'feeling' things for a while but there's no need to be telling her, Sherlock. Come on, just live in the moment and return to your experiments afterwards…"
Sherlock sighed and reached his finger forwards, pressing the buzzer sharply. He turned to Fred with a large grin.
"I am not sure I'll be able to…"
Fred raised his eyebrows and brought a hand to his face, rubbing his temple as a sweet voice answered the buzzer and the door opened for them. Fred bounded up the staircase like an excited child and waited outside Molly's flat as Sherlock anxiously tapped the wood.
"It's open, Sherlock…"
With a nervous exhalation, Sherlock pulled his jacket down and swung the door open. Toby was watching him from his position on the sofa. Fred ran inside and immediately moved to the sofa, stopping directly in front of Toby. Sherlock watched as Toby's eyes fixed on him, disregarding Fred completely. Fred hissed at the cat and settled himself next to the animal, upside down yet again and smoking more cigarettes.
"I'll be right out..."
Sherlock looked around the flat, narrowing his eyes. The few days Molly had off work whilst looking after me had been spent tidying. Hastily dusted cabinets and hovered carpets, looking at the outline of dust and cat hair. Fred removed the cigarettes from his mouth nodding.
"Yeah, she's also been behind on her research…the books have been put away haphazardly, suggesting rushing to catch up…"
Sherlock frowned as he noticed there were hardly any photos on her wall, or her cabinets or desk. Fred frowned and Sherlock knelt on the floor to examine her bookcase. Molly's bathroom door swung open quietly and she uncertainly walked into the living room. After a few moments, Molly cleared her throat softly, shooting a subtle wink at Toby. Sherlock straightened himself up and turned around, completely lost for words. He heard the distinctive sound of Fred toppling off of the sofa with a yell of pain before appearing next to him. Sherlock and Fred, after picking their jaws off of the ground, raked their eyes over her body. Red heels… "Stockings, Sherlock…" Black knee-high skirt, fairly new but often used… "Red. Halter. Top." Subtle make-up, earrings and… "…loose…hair…look at it, just cascading down her back…"
Molly shifted awkwardly under Sherlock's intense gaze, blushing madly and Toby had hidden under the sofa once more. Molly raised her eyebrows and took a step forwards, a nervous laugh escaping her.
"Sorry…if it's a bit…much."
Sherlock shook his head and was thankful that Fred seemed to be in a world of his own or lost the ability to speak. He took Molly's hand gently and kissed it affectionately. Think of something, quick…attractive, beautiful, stunning, striking, picturesque, magnificent, exquisite, wonderful, lovely, perfect, sensual?
"Molly, you are…gorgeous."
Molly's cheeks were close to matching that of her top. Their eyes met suddenly and they looked away quickly, both feeling the same sensation running through them. Fred seemed to have regained his ability to produce coherent sentences as he glanced between the pair of them. He sounded smug, his voice a pitch higher than before.
"Excuse me, but we do have somewhere to be unless, you'd rather…stay…?"
Sherlock rolled his eyes and took Molly's hand, leading her towards the door of her flat. Fred sighed as the door closed on him, disappearing as Sherlock moved further away from him.
They had arrived at the restaurant on time and Sherlock pulled her chair out for her. Fred exhaled and screwed his face up as he examined the menu over Sherlock's shoulder. Fred frowned when he noticed Sherlock's attentions weren't focused on the menu as Molly pushed her hair behind her back. As Molly looked up to gaze dreamily at Sherlock, he turned to the menu. Fred sank to the floor and clutched his head, shaking it from side to side.
"I cannot take this…I'll take my chances in my old room. If you need me, shout…"
The second Fred had disappeared, Sherlock released a deep breath, silently thanking his quick thinking. He'd rather not have Fred around during this moment. After ordering promptly – the owner had been spared prison thanks to Sherlock's investigative prowess – they settled for an awkward silence. A voice inside Sherlock's head sounded, echoing annoyingly loudly.
You bastard. This isn't over…I'll be out soon…so be warned.
Their food arrived quickly and they ate in a peaceful silence. Molly sighed once more as she looked over at Sherlock, pushing various pieces of salad to one side on his plate. This is the weirdest moment of my entire life…but at the same time, it's probably my favourite. Catching each other's gaze once more and turning away, Sherlock finally put down his cutlery, rather loudly.
"What are we doing?"
Molly glanced up with a confused expression before chewing her lip. Oh dear, his head is worse than I thought. Sherlock shook his head and glanced down at the floor and Molly frowned in confusion. Ok, I think I'll be walking him home tonight.
The rest of the evening past in silence, Sherlock opting not to have a dessert and instead focusing his attentions on Molly, trying to figure her out and making her feel very uncomfortable. Soon after they paid the bill and were walking down the street, avoiding each other's gaze. Sherlock was glancing around and his heart sank when he noticed Fred leaning against a lamppost, looking furious.
"So, how did you do without me…?"
Sherlock didn't answer and Fred smiled again, walking quickly in front of the couple. It's what is not said, that counts. Fred rolled his eyes and tore down the street, laughing crazily. Molly shivered, her teeth chattering together as the winds began to pick up. Sherlock slipped his long coat from his shoulders and draped it around Molly, who muttered a quiet thank you. They had arrived outside her flat, staring into the other's eyes once more, but neither seemed to be able to look away. Fred's voice sounded very dreamy when he spoke, dreamy and bored.
"'Bye, Sherlock.' 'Goodnight, Molly'. Just get on with it…"
Sherlock leaned in to kiss Molly softly on the cheek. Her eyes fluttered closed briefly and Sherlock's lips lingered. Fred raised his eyebrows until Sherlock took a step backwards.
"Do you fancy a coffee?"
Fred nearly fell off the fence he was perched on in his shock. Sherlock swallowed, his voice a breathy whisper as he replied, stepping forwards.
"I'm not thirsty…"
The winds raged harder now and light rain began to patter against the surfaces. The rain soon started pouring and Molly leaned in even closer to Sherlock, whispering into his ear.
"Neither am I."
Sherlock swallowed thickly and gave a small nod.
"Ok."
The words had barely left his lips when he heard the door being kicked open and Molly's nails scraping along his sopping shirt as he was pulled forcefully inside. Fred clapped his hands together, rubbing them as he smirked widely. He took a deep breath and tugged at his collar as he felt himself disappearing.
"Oh, boy…this is…oh boy…"
Wow…uh, I had too much fun writing this as you can tell, lol. Thank you so much and sorry about the length again. xx I hope you enjoyed it and remember, this is not over ;) Stay tuned, back soon xx