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Chapter 7

Glass

Disclaimer: Don't own Sherlock, any bands that I blab about, or a record player. Hoping to fix that last one here pretty soon! :D


"Why not? Molly, it's for a case." Molly's grip on the vial tightens. Why is it always so damn hard to say no to him? It is for a case... But what if it isn't? What if he's just saying that to get her to say yes? Gah!

"Because... Because I said no and that's what goes! That's, erm, that."

"Please!" Her eyes widen. Sherlock saying please? Maybe it is for a case. Her grip tightens once more.

"Why on earth would you need me to run my hands through your hair for a case?" A blush flutters across his cheeks for once. She instantly feels a sense of pride. Did she do that? She sure hopes so!

"...It's just helpful! I like it." He defiantly crosses her arms.

Her mouth is, unfortunately not the only thing that opens without meaning. Her hands does too, causing the glass vial to shatter on the floor. Both of their eyes are wide and unblinking as they just stare at one another, not moving. That is, until Molly can't keep her mouth shut.

"Damn! Son of a fucker... Why the fuck do these fucking things happen to me? I swear to every piece of shi-" She's waving her arms around angrily and attempting to step around the glass before giving up and getting on her knees to clean it.

"...Molly?" He tries to grab her arms, but doesn't manage to stop her in time.

"Dammit!" Her hands are bloody, along with her knees.

"I never-" He lets out an uncomfortable cough. "-knew you had such a, err, large vocabulary."

"Oh, you haven't even heard the ones that I made up yet." She sniffles. He reaches down and picks her up. He carries her to the counter and sets her down before assessing her injuries.

"Why would you pick up glass with your bare hands?"

"Felt like it. Done it before."

"Need to take better care of yourself..." He mumbles, wiping his hands over her knees to check for glass.

"You're a fine one to talk! When is the last time you ate?"

"I ate the bagel you brought in for lunch."

"...You ate my lunch?"

"I was hungry. I'll take you to Angelo's later." He seems more interested in the pieces of glass he is picking from her knees.

"The one time I wear a skirt." She laughs, though it breaks up into small sobs.

"It looks very nice." He offers with a small smile.

"Thanks."

Silence.

"If you take me home, I'll run my fingers through your hair." He smiles back up at her again.

"Deal."


After cleaning her up, they head off to Molly's flat. He quickly surveys any changes that may have occurred before moving to set her down on the sofa.

"Jesus, Sherlock, you didn't need to carry me all the way up here." She hides her red face in his chest.

"You're hurt."

"Yes, but-" He lays her down before a grin cracks on his face. She smiles back tentatively at first. Pretty soon they're both full blown laughing. "God, this is not how I pictured my day going." She throws her head back and begins to laugh harder.

He climbs on to the couch and lays his head on her lap. "This is exactly how I planned mine going..." He mutters as her fingers thread through his hair. His eyes, however, snap open a moment later. "I promised you lunch."

She hums. "You did."

"I'll call them and have it delivered." He whips out his phone in a flash.

"How in the hell do you manage to get that out of your trousers so quickly..." She asks, her head shaking in disbelief. His trousers are practically painted on. How does he get that damned phone out so quick?! "Wait, since when does Angelo's deliver?"

"Eh, they'll do it for me. Now be quiet so I can order." She shuts her mouth and rolls her eyes.

"Say that bloody magic word..."

He just grunts in reply when the phone is finally picked up.

"Sherlock? Sherlock Holmes?" She holds in her laughter at the oncoming conversation. Sherlock is always amusing on the phone and now she has the privilege of hearing the other side.

"I need an order of my usual."

"Ah, when should I expect Dr. Watson to pick it up?" He hears a snort from above him. So very ladylike, she is.

"I actually need you to deliver it. I'm dining with Dr. Hooper today."

"You sure have a preference. I knew you were, how do you say it, homosexual, but I had no idea you only went for doctors!" Now there is a sharp bark of laughter from her.

"Dr. Hooper is a woman... Please, just send the orders."

"You know we don't deli-"

Sherlock shouts the address into the phone before hanging up. She really wishes she didn't know that Angelo was still going to bring the food. Sherlock sure has a way with people!

"You stopped."

"Sorry, your majesty."

"Quite alright. Just continue."

She mockingly repeats him in a nasily voice. "Quite alright. Just continue."

End Chapter 7

A/N

Two chapters today because I'm having a rather bad day. Got a B on a project/report that I've been working on for over a month. I apparently have awkward writing. Dammit. Kinda wanna cry, so I wrote something I'm decent at. Sorry this chapter wasn't as funny as the rest, I just couldn't think of anything to funny with the mood I'm in haha :P And I concur, pervy Sherlock is rather great xD Band of the chapter is Queen! Suggested songs are "Somebody to Love" or "Fat Bottomed Girls" because I can haha

Live, love, and Louise is my motto!