I was in two minds about submitting this one, purely because I like the idea's of glitters of Sherlolly. I suppose this does glitter at Sherlolly, but it's a bit more full on. I dunno. Because these one-shots were missing a kiss I had to write it. Let me know what you think :)


P L A Y I N G A L O N G

"I need your help. Do you ever answer your phone? I've been ringing it all morning." Sherlock Holmes bounded through the door, Molly dropping her stack of folders in surprise. She sprung to her feet, before dropping to her knee's to collect the folders back into her arms.

"I've been working all morning. And…and all the paperwork has gone through for the bodies, Sherlock." She stammered, "I can't get any back out I'm already in enough trouble-" She halted, "How do you have my number?"

He looked at her as though it was the must stupid question in the world. He didn't dignify it with an answer.

"No, no." He shook his head and waved his hand at her rudely as he paced agitatedly up and down the lab, "I don't need a body. Well. Not exactly."

"Oh." Molly paused for a second, "The computer?"

"No." Sherlock sighed and furrowed his brow, "Take your hair down."

"What?" Molly's mouth parted as he took a step closer, his hand pulling the grips from her hair so it began to fall loosely over her shoulders. "What are you doing?"

"Quickly, she'll be here any second." Sherlock urged, taking the stack of books out of Molly's arms. Molly's hands began to untie her hair at his request, her face contorted in confusion.

"What, why?" Molly run a hand through her locks, "Who will be here?"

Sherlock took a step back to observe her for a moment. "Right, now take off your lab coat."

"I beg your pardon?" She felt the heat rise in her cheeks.

"Come on, come on." His hands found the back of her jacket, tugging it off her shoulders slightly. When she was standing there in her blouse and skirt she looked up with an aggravated expression at him.

"What are you doing?" She breathed, anger tinting her voice.

"There's this doctor." Sherlock said embarrassedly, still pacing, as though he had more things to remember, "She's been following me."

"Following you?" Molly repeated, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"Yes that's what I said." Sherlock cast a look at her, "She's been sending me letters and texts. I need it to stop."

"Why?" Molly cocked her head, "She's just interested in you."

"Well I'm not interested in her." Sherlock snapped back. He ran his eyes down Molly's body and took a step towards her. His hands found the top button of her blouse. Molly felt her blood freeze under his touch as he slowly unbuttoned the first two buttons on her shirt so her chest was peeking slightly from underneath.

She didn't have to stamina to ask why he felt the need to do something she could have done herself.

"And you need my help?" She breathed, feeling giddy as his hands left her blouse. Sherlock filtered through his pocket before producing two gold plated wedding rings which rolled about in his palm.

"Here." He handed her the smaller of the two, "Put it on your ring finger."

He slipped the other on his left hand and admired it for a fraction of a second before turning back to Molly.

"You need to follow my lead, Molly." He instructed, "Whatever I do, just play along."

There was too much information to process for Molly Hooper. She'd always been a terrible liar and a bloody god-awful actress. And here Sherlock Holmes was, directing her for a part she wasn't even sure she was playing. She shook her head.

"What am I supposed to be doing?" She asked, her heart beating a mile a minute behind her ribs. Sherlock's eyes darted towards the door to her lab, his hands quickly finding Molly Hooper's wrists as he pushed her gently against the counter.

"No time to explain." He whispered, eyes not leaving the door, "Just play along."

With that Sherlock Holmes pressed his mouth flush against Molly's, no intimacy, just a straight kiss to the mouth. Molly was sure she was dead. She couldn't feel her heart and if Sherlock's hands hadn't been holding her about the waist she was sure she'd be on the floor. So that was that. She'd died; it was the only logical explanation for Sherlock Holmes kissing her. Then, as though she'd been stabbed with adrenaline, her heart picked up pace, fitting angrily behind her ribs. The door to the lab swung open at the very moment his mouth met hers and the kiss was over within seconds.

"Oh." A voice chimed from the doorway. Sherlock pulled away from Molly, his arm still hanging loosely to her waist.

A young blonde woman stood in the doorway, her body zipped into a tight cream dress while her long blonde hair hung in delicate waves down her back. She wore red accessories and had painted a matching ruby on her lips. She was stunning. Molly paused and looked towards Sherlock, heart threatening to tangle itself in her throat as he ran a thumb over his glistening lip.

"The door said Doctor Holmes." The woman looked at the floor, her face blushing violently. Her big blue eyes were glossing with the threat of tears.

"Ah yes." Sherlock stepped forward. His face was transformed into a blinding smile, as though he'd simply unzipped himself from his own body and changed into a completely different person's skin. He coaxed the blonde woman nearer, "Doctor Stone, this is Doctor Holmes." He pulled Molly by the arm towards the blonde, "My wife."

"Wife?" Doctor Stone ran a hand through her long blonde hair and held a hand out politely towards Molly. She'd taken the words right out of Molly's mouth. The blonde swallowed; she looked as though her heart was breaking into a million pieces within her chest.

"Yes." Sherlock nudged Molly in the small of her back, "Two years and what, three months is it?"

"Yes." Molly managed. What in God's name was he playing at?

"Sherlock didn't tell me he was married." Doctor Stone admitted, her eyes casting to the detective, "I…suppose I should leave you two alone, then."

"Oh well if you insist." Sherlock held the door open for the young blonde, "Glad you two could finally meet."

Doctor Stone made her goodbyes brief; Molly was sure if she'd stayed a moment longer she'd have burst into tears and that would have been embarrassing for all concerned. The pair stood in silence for a while, Sherlock pulling the wedding ring from his finger.

"You changed the name on my door." Molly said after a while.

"Hooper and Holmes are only three letters apart." Sherlock pointed out, "I need that ring back before their owners notice they're missing."

Molly handed the ring back as though it was on fire.

"That poor woman…" Molly sighed. She knew full well what it was like to be on the end of a Sherlock induced heartache, but that was truly a kick in the teeth for Doctor Stone.

"Shock tactic." Sherlock said simply, "It couldn't carry on. Anyway, it seemed to do the trick, wouldn't you agree?"

"Why didn't you just tell her you weren't interested instead of getting me to…do that?" Molly sighed as Sherlock shrugged.

"Seemed more fun this way."

"Fun? That woman is heartbroken." Molly cried, pointing towards the door.

"Don't be dull." Sherlock reprimanded sternly, "She would have been heartbroken however I told her."

Molly's eyes flickered to Sherlock's chin and she bit back a smile.

"You've got lipstick on your…" she motioned towards her mouth. Sherlock ran a hand over his lips, pink lipstick smearing across his palm. He almost blushed, before he wiped a hand on a handkerchief and looked embarrassedly at the floor.

"Well for a role you had about five seconds to rehearse for, you didn't do too badly." Sherlock said softly, not quite throwing a smile at her. Molly knew this was the nearest thing to a compliment she was going to get from Sherlock. To be honest, she wouldn't have minded if, at that moment, she'd have keeled over with the taste of Sherlock Holmes still on her lips.

"Thanks." She buttoned her blouse back up and reached for her lab coat, "Try not to spring that sort of thing on me again, please."

Sherlock nodded to himself and pulled his coat collar up against his neck.

"You should keep your hair down." He sniffed and reached into his pocket, beginning to type a text message frantically. She draped her hair over one shoulder.

"Ok." Molly managed, her voice catching in her throat. "I'll see you soon."

Sherlock nodded absently as he text not really paying much attention to her.

"Mm. Bye Ms Holmes." He said inattentively before he marched out the door.

Molly looked up after a second, wondering if she misheard.

After a minute or so, she assumed she had.


Yeah, see what I mean. I don't condone Sherlock being romantic, but this seemed more plausible. In essence, yes I suppose he used Molly, but only because he trusts her. I don't think she minded!

I'm in about 234567876543 minds about my next one-shot, purely because I'm trying to see how it could fit into the canon. It's not strictly OOC, but it's just like 'would that happen'. Oh I need to make my mind up. If you wanna see John's introduction I could skip it, but just let me know what you want :)

Thanks again for the reviews!