Hai! New chapter here :) This idea, 'Sherlock lets Molly borrow his holy scarf', came from lostmypen120 (pfft, no matter how many times I read that sentence, I always smirk at 'holy'). Ah, lostmypen120, like the previous chapter, I…uh…changed your idea a bit as well: instead of 'holy scarf', Sherlock lends her something bigger. So, uh…let's continue on! –really need to stick to the original idea; got to stop changing the elements- In case you haven't known thus far, this story has never been beta'd, so mistakes spotted, as usual, are mine.

Disclaimer: I added a new character for the purpose of this story-so he's mine' but other than that, Sherlock and Molly do not belong to me. To BBC and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, yes.

Molly Hooper felt happy that night. The night sky displayed a full moon while the surrounding was cool and clean of rubbish. And also, that night, she had a date. She looked down to what she was wearing, and was happy with her light-coloured pink sleeveless dress that somehow showed all the right curves, which she had not realized she had. To top it off, a silver-coloured heart-shaped necklace seemed a perfect fit for a first date in a restaurant.

"Another date, Molly?" someone whispered into her right ear.

Startled, she jumped back, stepping into a newly-made water puddle that slightly soaked her pink ballet flats.

"Not one of elegance, I see," the owner of the voice smirked.

"Sherlock, please…" she blushed slightly in embarrassment, and looked up to him.

She saw Sherlock Holmes's face in profile, looking out into the streets and shops opposite of where they were. The moonlight created dark shadows on his face that somehow exaggerated his beauty, one he was ignorant of. He turned to face her, to see her brown eyes train on his face. He frowned.

"Something the matter?"

Molly caught herself staring at the detective's face and turned to look forward, slightly reddening again. "No, no…nothing's the matter…" she whispered shyly.

"Again I ask: another date, Molly?"

She sighed and pressed her left hand onto her cheek, feeling her hand a little too cold. "You know I have a date. Why are you asking?"

"Because I don't want you to have the mistake of dating another gay consulting criminal, who will want to kill me."

"Sherlock," she glanced at him sideways, hands now rubbing her arms, "not all men I dated were…evil."

"Evil, no, if you exclude the consulting criminal. Bad, yes."

"Oh yes?" she asked, suddenly feeling that the night had become colder than she had expected.

"Half of your dates ran away after you mentioned your profession, a twelfth dated you due to dares, and one stole your purse. Have you forgotten all those?"

Oh dear, she had forgotten all those.

"B-but still…I think this one'll be a nice one. He's from St Bart's, so…" she tried to counter his statement.

"You said that for that other date who you met after spilling juice on his briefcase. And didn't he had a wife?" he flatly recalled.

Molly closed her eyes and calmly told herself, 'There's nothing to gain if you were to continue the subject, so might as well drop this, Molls.'

They stood in silence for a few more seconds, Molly wondering why Sherlock was still here. Shouldn't he be on a case or something? Then she gave an involuntary shiver that coursed through her whole body. She realized then that night was definitely colder than before.

"Tonight's temperature is lower than the usual, by 3 degrees. Did you not check the weather forecast before going out without your coat?" Sherlock spoke up, seemingly having heard her thoughts.

She stilled at his question, thought for a moment, then mumbled, "I guess I got too excited for this date that I forgot those two things…"

Another shiver attacked her, this time lasting longer. She felt her teeth chatter and goosebumps on her arms and legs. That was when a large black object came into her view and it took her a moment to recognize it.

"A…coat?"

"You are obviously cold; rubbing your arms, teeth chattering, body rigid against the cold. Not to mention shivering twice. This coat will keep you warm until your date arrives," he stated matter-of-factly.

Her eyes moved from the coat, up to his arms and reached his self. "It's…your coat," she observed dumbly.

"Yes, it's mine. There is no need for me to wear another coat, is there?" he rolled his eyes, then, shaking the hand that held his coat, added, "Aren't you going to take this?"

"Yes! Oh god, I mean…if, if you are…" she trailed off, embarrassed at her immediate and very eager 'yes'.

"I offered, so yes, I am sure," he said, rather impatiently.

Molly hesitated for a second and, biting her lip nervously, took the offered coat, wearing it around herself.

The coat, belonging to Sherlock who was obviously way larger than her, made it look as if Molly was a three-year-old trying out her 13-year-old brother's shirt: it covered the whole length of her small frame, even reaching below her flats. The collar, which was already turned up, covered her neck and cheeks. She could hardly get her hands visible as the long sleeves were obviously longer than her arms. A pair of teenage girls snickered at the sight of Molly drowning in an oversized coat, because she was, stretching her arms at other side of her body and looking down at herself. With the coat buttoned up at the front, she certainly looked like some abnormal scarecrow.

Then out of impulse, she hugged herself and slightly turned from left to right, eyes closed with a happy smile on her face. She was not only happy for the tremendous amount of warmth that she was getting, she could smell a little of Sherlock in the coat: a slight whiff of cologne, pinewood and black coffee. She was brought back to reality by Sherlock's slightly surprised voice, "What are you doing?"

She stopped abruptly, opened her eyes and looked at him, hands still around her body and large coat though. "Do…what?"

"That turning and hugging thing after you donned my coat."

She reddened furiously at her childish action and decided not to tell him the truth. Okay, part truth then. "I'm happy for the warmth!"

He raised an eyebrow at her and before he could ask her to elaborate on why she had to do the unnecessary actions, she turned the subject to him. "And won't you…be cold?"

"I'm wearing a blazer and rather long pants, in case you haven't notice," he stated, slightly irritated at her concern, not looking at her but at the passer-bys.

"Oh, I, uh…"

"And I have a better chance of retaining heat, being male and larger built than you and all," he added, interrupting her. She merely nodded in assent, not knowing what to reply to that.

"Speaking of male and larger built," he suddenly leaned in, whispering, eyes trained on someone approaching them, "your date's here. And he's an Avengers freak."

She was slightly confused at that last statement as he moved off, his trademark blue coat around his neck blowing slightly in the breeze.

"Hi Molly! So uh, saw you with that guy…" a kind voice took her away from her thoughts.

"Oh, hi Ben! He's, uh, a friend, that's all!" she perked up quickly at Ben's arrival.

"Okay…why's your coat so large?" he frowned in confusion, having noticed the oversized coat on her body.

"Ah ha. It's…quite cold now…so I picked out this…to wear?" she finished her sentence.

"Anyway, let's go?" he smiled, offering his arm, which she took, smiling shyly, and walked with him to the restaurant.

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Don't blame Molly for this, because she really did like Ben. He was friendly, helpful and quite attentive to her during the first part of their date. But she felt bored after awhile, though she dared not voiced that out to him, for fear it would hurt his feelings.

He was talking about the Avengers more than about himself.

After they had gotten round the pleasantries and usual questions asked on a first date, Molly asked him what his favourite movie was. She had expected a personal response: about how felt about the movie, what he liked and disliked about it, whether he thought it worthy to watch again. She had expected him to talk about himself-not about the 'Avengers Initiative', Bruce Banner's history, or Iron Man's (or was it Pony? She wasn't exactly tuned in to the conversation that time) alcoholism in the comics.

An Avengers freak? What an understatement.

When he started on Captain America's shield, Molly had had enough; faking a gasp, she stood up and gave Ben a peck on his cheek. "Oh dear, sorry Ben, but I have morning shift tomorrow and I really need the rest. So sorry!" she hurriedly apologized.

Just when she left the restaurant, Ben called out, "Molly! You forgot your coat!"

My coat? When did I hav…SHERLOCK!, she thought hysterically. Oh god, if, if I don't have it with me, don't return it to him, I'm, I'm…DEAD.

She turned around, seeing Ben hurrying to pay the bills and rushing out to her. "Here, let me wear it on you?" She nodded, and allowed him to wear it on her.

"Do you mind if I were to walk you home?"

"No, not at all," she replied politely.

They walked in slightly awkward silence for a few minutes, before Ben said, "Well, that was nice, the date."

She stared at him when he sighed loudly. He stopped, and she stood in front of him, not wanting to block anybody's way.

"Why you sighed?" she asked worriedly.

"It's just…you're the first woman I went on a date who have not complained about my Avengers obsession," he finally confessed.

She smiled softly, as he continued, "I don't have many people to talk to, and even if I do, they don't want to spend their time listening to someone talking non-stop about his obsession, right? So when I get dates, I somehow blurt out my knowledge, always forgetting that my companion is bored with it. Yeah, you must be bored back then, huh?" he added sheepishly.

"Yeah, I did," she admitted, "but I do understand about not having someone to listen to you ramble on about your obsession."

"You do?" She nodded.

"You know," he continued, "I may have killed my chances at a relationship…again…but I really like you. You don't mind us being friends, do you?" he asked, albeit nervously, worried about her response.

She gave him a warm smile and a hug. "I really don't mind having another friend! Besides, you can ramble on about your obsession to me; I'll try to get interested in the Avengers, yeah?"

"You would?" he asked, incredulously. "No one ever offered to do that for me."

She nodded, a big friendly smile on her face. He grinned broadly before they continued on their journey; Ben droning on about the Avengers, Molly, now slightly interested, asking question. They finally reached her building before Ben stopped and observed. "Your friend's here." He turned to her, grin in place, "Not exactly a date for a relationship, but I'm certain I've gotten a new friend."

"Yup, someone who'll finally listen to your Avengers speech," she playfully mocked.

He laughed and waved goodbye to her. "See you at St Bart's then, soon!"

"You too!" she replied and walked up to where Sherlock stood, near the trees.

"Date went well then?" he asked, slightly surprised.

"Well, not one that'll continue to a relationship, but I got a new friend!" she beamed happily. It was contagious as Sherlock felt the corner of his lips tugged upwards.

Once she finished beaming, she realized where she was and who she was talking to; her shy nature took over her. "Uh…why are you here?"

He sighed at the difference in her demeanor, but answered her. "I would like my coat back."

She did not know why, but she felt disappointed for a moment. Then she frowned at her response. She looked down and asked shyly, "B-but I could return it…to you when you…come to St Bart's, as usual…"

"Getting comfortable in my coat, is it?" he teased.

"What no here!" she hurriedly took off her coat, removing the warmth and letting the cold air attack her body. She handed it to him, who took it silently and wore it around his self.

"I could wait until then, but I don't want John to be asking meddling questions on its absence," he explained, adjusting his scarf.

"Oh," was all she could verbalize before he walked away.

He turned around abruptly, hands in his coat pockets. "You look nice, by the way."

Molly smiled as she watched Sherlock go, his coat billowing around him.

Mr Swirly-Coat.

She stilled at that thought, and then giggled, making her way into the building and flat.

Yeah, she thought childishly, if Sherlock's a superhero, his name would be Mr Swirly-Coat.

I would like more ideas to play around with –very very few now- , so if you have some, please share them in your review?

Thank you for reading; hope you enjoyed this :DDD