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Title: You Owe Me
Summary: Molly Hooper has done everything in her power to help Sherlock even puts herself in danger. It's now his turn to return the favor. "Oh, if you really want to repay that favor you can accompany to my best friend and Tom's wedding" she says to herself quietly as a joke. "Alright," Sherlock says simply, "Wait, what?"
Rating: T (ratings will change in future chapters)
Genre: Comedy/Romance/Drama
Chapter Ten
Trouble in paradise…
It was another hour to get to the reception hall the advantage to it was that it's closer to London. The bridal party had a limo to take them to the reception. Everyone is smiling laughing, enjoying themselves with a glass of champagne on hand, while Sherlock is just staring out the window bored out of his mind and mildly annoyed who was sitting beside Molly.
Molly leaned over to whisper to him, "Smiling never hurt anyone." She suggested.
He scoffed lightly, "Once I get out of this box probably," he whispered irritably.
Her lips twitched in agreement, it is understandable to feel claustrophobic at the moment because all nine people are shoved in a decent size limousine, and then one would feel like they are stuck in a box too especially if you don't know these people and secondly, you don't like people."We are almost there…" she tried to comfort him.
"Better be," He grumbles and he moved a bit closer to the door so Molly's leg couldn't be touching his anymore.
She rolled her eyes at him and finished her glass of champagne in one big gulp. If the only way to make it through the next fifteen minutes with the grumpy childish Sherlock is to be a little tipsy then so be it, she promised herself. She whistled a cat call to call Quinn and he turned towards her direction grinning questioningly. She raised her glass, gesturing she wanted another refill.
Quinn raises an eyebrow at her, "Party hasn't even started yet, Hooper and your downing a lot already." He teased.
She narrows her eyes at him, "Blackwood, if you think of cutting me off then you have another thing coming.
She tosses him the empty glass which he caught smoothly.
"Fine." He said and winked at her. He filled the glass and handed it to her carefully. "Enjoy."
"I sure will." She winked right back and was about to take another sip of her drink when she could feel Sherlock's gaze on her. She cocks her head slightly towards him, "What?" she demanded softly.
He sighed in disappointment, "That's your fourth drink in the past thirty minutes." He observed.
"Well not like someone's counting." She says sarcastically and took a sip from her glass.
"It's alright. She knows her limit." Quinn said to Sherlock.
Sherlock just turned his head towards Quinn, stares at him for a second then looks at the window ignoring the fact that Quinn was talking to him.
"Okay." Quinn enunciated awkwardly. He looks at Molly asking her what Sherlock's problem was but she just shrugged then finished her drink once again tossing the glass his way for another refill.
"Whooo! Go Molly!" Freya cheered, "Drinks all around!" she grabs the bottle from Quinn and refills three glasses. "Here you go, Blackwood." And gives the bottle back to Quinn.
"Freya, you better not offer any to Anna, she is only sixteen." Marie said she hands her full glass of champagne for Molly to take. "Take it," She offered again when Molly almost refused.
"Of course not…" Freya twitched her lips guiltily she leans towards Anna and swiped the glass away from her before her lips could touch the glass, "Sorry kid, got to wait two more years."
"Some role model you are, Charistia." Quinn said smugly.
"Bite me, Blackwood." She growled at him.
"Oi! Give her more to drink! She's in between angry drunk and happy drunk." Mark said then tosses his cousin a flask that he hid in his tux.
"What is this?" Freya opened it and sniffed it, her face contorted by the very strong yet smooth smell.
"Don't smell it! Drink it, ask questions later!" Ian Matthews, who is Tom's other grooms man, insisted.
"And that is usually what happens to people who are getting roofied." Sherlock muttered under his breath but only Molly heard it because the boys cheered rather loudly when Freya took a chug of the old scotch in the flask.
Molly giggles when Freya shared high fives with the guys since she took the drink like a pro. She had missed hanging out with this lot or in actuality it's just hanging out with alive, fun people. She had been too busy with work or just Sherlock cases lately to have a proper life but at least she's here now.
When they got to the reception hall, Sherlock who was already on his final nerves of patience, jumped out of the limo really fast that the car wasn't even at a full stop. Everyone in the vehicle screamed for him to stop, but he landed gracefully on his two feet and smiled at them smugly showing off. He slams the door at them.
They all stared at Molly, questioningly. She shrugged in response yet again like she has the answers to the mystery that is Sherlock Holmes. She gets out of the car a few seconds after the bride and groom did.
She walks over to Sherlock who was sitting on the trunk of the limo, "Nice stunt…" she commented at him.
"It was getting stuffy in there." He simply said as if it was normal to get out of a slightly moving car.
She rolls his eyes and grabs his sleeve, "Come on, Sherlock." she leads him into the reception hall. She froze on her steps when she entered the hall. She was so stunned by the beauty of it all. It's like walking in Marie's dream wedding when they were little. Marie's obsession to snowflake was too obvious in the reception designs. The ceiling was covered with a dark blue cloth representing the dark clouds on a night of a snowy night, Fairy lavender lights hanging from the ceiling making it seem like snowflakes are falling from the sky. White and yellow roses mixed in wintry berries as the beautiful tall centerpieces and surrounded by small candles with the tables and chairs covered in white cloth.
"Sorry," she mumbled when Sherlock bumped into her because she abruptly stopped.
"Are we going to find a seat or are we just going to stand here by the door way?" He inquires irritably.
She sighs exasperatedly and continued walking. She took him to an empty table close enough to where the bridal party would be sitting. She point to a chair, "Sit and at any point don't talk to anyone." She says firmly.
He raises an eyebrow at her, not sure if he is amused or annoyed by what she said, "Since when did you start ordering me around, Molly?"
Groaning, she retorted quickly "Because not talking to people means they wouldn't get onto your nerves at all. It is more for your benefit." She said, "Unless, you want to mingle." She added slowly and it sounded more like a threat.
He grimaced and immediately sat down glowering at Molly. "Fine." He hissed between his teeth.
She smiled in delight. She is secretly enjoying the fact that she just made Sherlock sit that quickly. "Well then I'll be…" she paused when he grabbed his phone on his tux pocket and started texting completely ignoring her now. "Back. Just have to do some Maid of Honor stuff." She said. She waited for a couple seconds before she decided to just leave him alone, hoping to any gods that no one would sit beside him if they knew what was good for them.
She finds Marie talking to a couple of her relatives; Marie raises a hand gesturing for Molly to wait a few more minutes. Marie made a face making Molly laugh. She finds Freya gawking at everything, stunned and amazed about the decoration like she did when she first saw it. She grabs a couple glasses of champagne from a near server and offers one to Freya.
Freya smiles at her as she took the glass, "Is it just me or did we just pop into Marie's wedding book when we were kids?" She was frowning. When Molly clinked the glasses together in agreement, Freya continued "Maybe I should have gone to med school and I'd be rich like you."
Molly choked on her drink laughing, "I am not rich... Jeez. I am still buried in debt for school. Marie on the other hand… its having parents who are both doctors and not having loans, that's what makes, did all this."
"And that explains it then…" she waves enthusiastically at Marie who was already miming at Molly to come save her from her talkative relatives.
"That, ladies and gents is my cue." Molly said and gave her glass to Freya.
Freya frowned at the full glasses of champagne on each of her hand, "What do you think I am? An alcoholic?"
Molly chuckled, "Didn't stop you yesterday."
Freya shrugged, "Moderation," she responded sarcastically. "You headed to do your Maid of Honor duties?" she teased.
Molly narrows her eyes at Freya, "Don't laugh now. It's still your turn." She warned.
Freya suck her tongue out when Molly started walking away, "Find a bloke first then we'll talk." She called after Molly then points towards Quinn's direction who was not really doing a good job at not looking at her.
She rolled her eyes at Freya then goes over to where Marie was being bombarded with silly questions, "Excuse me if I could borrow the bride for just a few seconds." She linked her arm on Marie's.
"Of course dear, we'll keep Tom for now." The lady said slapped her hands on Tom's chest.
Then with a smile Marie slightly pushed Molly so she can start walking away, "Thank you." She whispered happily.
Molly turns back seeing Tom looked uneasy and got pretend smile on his face listening to the very inquisitive relatives. They are very annoying and nosy that most of the morning she had been trying her best to avoid them. "You are just leaving Tom alone them?"
"He'll be fine. He can walk away if he wanted to. He always had that choice." Marie said. There was harsh tone in her voice that could possibly mean that she is holding a grudge on a relative or something is tense between her and Tom.
"Marie, are you all right?"
"Fine!" she responded an octave higher than her normal voice. She exhales heavily when she notices Molly eying her curiously knowing that she is probably lying. "Wedding stress is all. At least it's over now. I just need a little touch up and other stuff."
Molly kept staring at Marie hoping for her friend to crack but she decided to just let it go. She really doesn't know what to do with the information if Marie was indeed angry at her husband, she already helped with making the wedding happen and technically is still an ex-fiancé to even try and meddle with the newly wedded couple would be too much and she didn't want to be in between that at all. "Okay then, let's go prettied up then."
It wasn't about an hour until she finally found a chance to get back to Sherlock though she was only with the bride for about twenty minutes, people kept stopping her for a quick chat, most these people she hasn't seen since she was little and she was very good about avoiding Tom's family. And honestly, she was starting to get hungry. She was only running on a couple pieces of French bread and five glasses of champagne which is definitely not a good mix. Surprisingly enough the bridal table is fairly empty except for Anna, Luke and Mark and oddly she hasn't seen Freya, Quinn or the Bride or Groom. She'll worry about that later though, at the moment she needs to check on Sherlock.
He was exactly where she left him except that the table was almost full other than the two seats on either side of him were empty so she sits on the empty seat next to him. The lady close to her scooted her chair far away from Molly purposely as if she was avoiding her because of Sherlock. Molly just stares at the woman who was deliberately not acknowledging that Molly even exists.
Molly bits her lips to stop herself from laughing, "I see you've made friends…" she also notices that his food plate was slightly touched which made her happy. If he is eating that means he isn't on a case.
Without taking his eyes off his phone, he grumbles "They wouldn't stop talking to me."
She sighs exasperatedly, "What did you do, Sherlock?" she asked timidly.
He shrugged, "Just the truth. She kept asking me if I was with someone. Then she had the nerve to ask me if I wanted to date her daughter. All I told her was that her daughter isn't a lesbian just to spite her but it is actually a life choice and also reminded her that the world doesn't revolve around her." He said simply. He grabbed a piece of bread and took a huge bite from it.
She raises an eyebrow at him watching him carefully. The years she's known him, not once has she seen him eat actual food other than ingesting lots and lots of caffeine. These things make her remember that he is a normal human being and it's a breath of fresh air.
"What are you staring at me for?" He demanded
She shakes her head and pursed their lips together, "Nothing of importance."
He slowly narrows his eyes at her then shrugged deciding not to press on the matter any further. He glances over at his watch and asks, "When is everything supposed to start?" he takes a drink from his water then adds with fake enthusiasm, "Watching everyone eat is quite entertaining."
She wonders that as well, she wasn't going to start to sit at the bridal party's table unless Marie was going to sit there. From the looks of things Tom hasn't come near the table either seeing that both their food are untouched, even Freya or Quinn's food looks unscathed.
Odd, Molly thought.
"So?" Sherlock asked again impatiently. He was annoyed that Molly isn't paying any attention to him but more likely looking everywhere else.
Molly's eyes widen in confusion, she was too busy searching the crowd for Marie or Tom, even Quinn and Freya who she hasn't really seen for about an hour almost now. She briefly glances over him then scoffed and continues to look for her friends, "Since when do you care about when this is supposed to start?" She also grabs a glass of water beside her.
"Since after all that trivial wedding speeches, cake cutting, and all that other stuff." He said irritably. He cleared his throat and it took him a couple of seconds to continue, "I finally get the honor of dancing with you." He said quietly.
She was in between sipping her drink and then she choked on it in a very unattractive manner. She spat up in her glass, she put her glass down and pushed it away from her disgustedly. She slowly turns to look at him thinking that she was hearing things or he's just pulling at her tail. "What?" she mumbles astonishingly.
"You heard me." He responded louder. He stares into her eyes deeply and smiles sincerely.
Her lips bubbled a small moan not really knowing how to react what he had said, let alone respond. She's never seen him like this, well she actually she has but never directed at her or an actual human being. He has only seen him smile like that when things goes the way he wants them.
"He did say date... And you know weddings tend to be romantic and there's dancing too..." Molly could hear Mary's voice in her head from last week. And now all she can ask for herself is if it's true… if he indeed is thinking, romantic stuff.
If he is saying anything else now, she definitely didn't hear it on the account of her heart beating really fast wanting to leap out of her chest, either of excitement or of nerves. One thing she is glad though at least she isn't blushing.
Dance with Sherlock?
She had to admit when she asked him to go with her on a whim she never realized it could come to this. Meaningful stares with each other and a possible dance, hands touching, bodies too close together that they'd technically be breathing the same air… as weirdly stalkerish as that sounds. She doesn't even know if she wants Tom and Marie to hurry up or stay wherever they are at.
"Molly…" A voice brought her back from her thoughts and freeing her from Sherlock's confusing meaningful gaze. The way her name was said is like he had tried to get her attention and called out her name more than once.
She turns her head to the culprit not sure if she should be happy or mad for the interruption. "Quinn!" she shrieked. "Hi," She breathes. Now she is feeling guilty and she doesn't understand why.
Quinn's lips formed a fake smile but failing miserably. He tries his best to keep an eye contact but he couldn't. He was looking anywhere but her. If Molly didn't know him since they were kids then she wouldn't know the fact his uneasiness expression is because he is very jealous.
"Are you having a seizure?" Sherlock asked Quinn challengingly when he notices that Quinn was twitching.
"Sherlock…" She groaned desperately. At some point she really wants to understand what is ruining in Sherlock's mind like now, for example.
Quinn scoffs and straightens up professionalism playing on his face, none of that wounded look anymore. He grabs the chair next to Sherlock, dragging it so he can sit close to Molly. He exhales deeply, "Freya and I were wondering if you've seen Marie or Tom lately." he asks quietly as to not get anyone's attention.
She chews her bottom lip to think, "Marie, about thirty minutes ago. Tom, I am not, sure an less than hour ago."
"I thought so." Quinn runs his hands on his hair in frustration and clenches his teeth, "Freya and I had been searching for them around the same time as well…"
"Oh god…" She moaned franticly. She pinches the bridge of her nose to stop her head from pounding. "No one else knows?"
He shakes his head sadly, "Just me and Freya so far. She went on panic mode five minutes ago." He said then grimaced. Freya on panic mode is never a pretty site. "I figured we ask you first if you've seen them before she goes on full panic mode."
"How'd you figure they are missing?" Sherlock asked after just watching Molly and Quinn. He raises an eyebrow at Quinn.
Quinn turns to Sherlock's direction and narrows his eyes, "My godmother asked me if I've seen her daughter and no one has really seen Tom for an hour." He says darkly.
Molly could see the tension between Sherlock and Quinn like a mirage in the dessert. She is definitely having delusions… and these two aren't helping at all. "Stop it both of you." She hissed at them, and they did and just shrugged in response.
Why can't today just be an easy one. Does it always have to be this difficult?
"Well I know Marie and Tom are together. I left Marie with Tom before I came out here. You sure you've looked everywhere?" She asks again.
Quinn just nodded, "Freya and I scoured the whole place, called them, no answer. We couldn't really ask anyone else to help—"
"It'll be more of a disaster and more drama." She continued the obvious answer to why he came to her.
Sherlock stood up looks down at both of them and has a scowl on his face, "Are you two just going to stand there or what?"
Quinn and Molly stares at each other then at Sherlock, "What are you talking about, mate?" it was Quinn that spoke up.
He rolls his eyes at Quinn then just looks at Molly, "Look for them obviously. No time to waste now." He gives Molly a toothy smile.
"We've looked everywhere…" Quinn protested.
"Clearly not good enough because they are still not here." Sherlock sneered at him.
Quinn gritted his teeth angrily and shook his head not saying anything because Molly put an arm on him. He just cocks his head towards her and answers her desperate look, "Alright well look again. Freya sure wouldn't mind."
She smiles at Quinn and mouths, "Thank you."
He nods and stands up to walk up to Freya who was walking towards them. He was informing Freya about what is going on. She could tell that Freya wasn't happy with the plan but had no other choice since they were all desperate looking for the bride and groom.
She looks at Sherlock tapping his foot impatiently waiting for her, "You don't need to come. You can wait, I'm sure we can find them."
Sherlock laughs sarcastically, "Right. Because it was a success the first time round. Besides it gives me an excuse to do something more interesting."
"And I have a tiny feeling that you are enjoying this Sherlock." She notices the glint on his eyes. He was so bored out of his mind that this is fun for him and she knows it.
He grins darkly, "Who doesn't enjoy a game of hide and go seek?"
A/N: Hope you like this chapter! :) if you want more review/follow/favorite! The more I get the more inspiration comes to me! Hmmm… I really think Marie is such a drama queen. Who wants me to slap her in the next chapter? Ok Thaaanks guys love ya'll!