To: Sherlock Holmes
Subject: Molly
I ran into Molly today. London seems awfully small, first Anderson, now her. ...You idiot, couldn't you "deduce" that she loved you?
"John?"
He paused, hearing his name amidst the bustle of the busy London streets.
"John, is that you?"
John Watson turned to come face to face with none other than Molly Hooper.
"Molly!" he said, plastering a fake grin onto his face. "Long time no see."
"Been busy," she replied with a shrug, shifting slightly. Her skin was paler than he remembered it to be, dark smudges under her eyes showed lack of sleep, badly applied makeup, or possibly both, and there was a dulled appearance to her eyes.
They wound up going out for coffee and somehow avoiding anything and everything that mentioned Sherlock. They talked about the weather, about the latest sports (something neither of them were interested in, but it was for the sake of conversation), and the charity fundraiser a few days ago...
"I got a call from Mycroft," she said. John's head snapped up. "He gave me Sher- his notes. All the things he'd written about his experiments."
They wound up leaving soon after, Molly in tears, but promised to meet up again soon.
To: John Watson
Subject: Error
Delivery to the following recipient has failed permanently: Sherlock Holmes.
Not really happy with this chapter, but it doesn't really matter. Also, a huge thank you to those who offered up ideas. Everything is now in outline form and there's a sort-of plot in the making. :) Reviews are good!
