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Chapter 10

John

Disclaimer: Don't own Sherlock, but I do own several Sherlock keychains. And a lanyard. And two posters. And 5 t-shirts. And about 10 buttons. Frik, now I sound like a creeper...

"Molly, could you get my phone?" When there is no answer he grunts. "Please?"

John looks up from the magazine he'd been skimming through. "Sorry, mate. She popped off for the loo." As if by magic, said person enters the morgue once more.

"Bleh, sorry. Dr. Davidson caught me and insisted we go to lunch. I told him I was gay. Is that bad?" John snorts.

"Dr. Davidson is a wanker."

"He also raped a woman back in high school." Sherlock comments offhandedly, barely looking up from his microscope. Both Molly and John's mouths drop, however.

"Dear God! Does Greg know?" John asks, worriedly looking over Molly.

Molly just lets loose a sigh. "Dammit. I didn't want him, but... A criminal mastermind, an embezzler, a sexist pig, and now a rapist! Do I put out a vibe?"

"Yes to John and no to Molly."

"...Sexist pig?" John asks after a moments pause.

"Yes, a real git he was. Wouldn't let me do anything unless I asked first. Wouldn't let me swear. Worst of all, though-" She fumes for a bit before continuing with a set jaw. "-he tried to get me to quit my job because "women don't belong in the medical field". I told him to stuff it. He told me to get out." She flashes a grin. "I told him it was my flat."

John laughs heartily at that. "When was this?"

"Oh, this was Tom!" She admits with wide, angry eyes.

"No kidding, eh? I thought you broke up because-" He cuts himself off there. "-because you weren't right for each other." Molly shoots him a sympathetic smile.

"That reminds me!" She rustles around looking for her bag. When she finally spots it, she begins tearing through it before throwing something at Sherlock.

Without even a flinch, he lifts his hand and catches it.

"Show off." John mutters, rolling his eyes.

Sherlock unfolds the fabric. It's a t-shirt. "This is what a feminist looks like?" He looks even more confused than John feels.

"Yes, I thought it might encourage you. I seen it after our last little spat."

"Spat?" John asks, scratching his head almost comically.

"Ha! Your friend has this crazy idea that I need more security. I said I can damn well take care of myself."

"Molly, a man touched your... erm... hindquarters-" Both Molly and John raise their eyebrows at that. "You clearly can't handle yo-"

"I'm going to stop you right there. Put on the shirt. It'll make you feel better." Her grin is cheshire like. John almost feels afraid.

Sherlock just stares at the shirt in his hands before meeting Molly's eye again. He looks surprised. "What? Now?" If possible, her grin widens. "Fine." He shrugs off the bellstaff and throws it. She catches it (with a lot less grace than he).

John gapes as Sherlock pulls off his shirt, throws that too, and Molly catches it. "And you really haven't shagged yet?" He blurts it out before he can really think of what he's actually saying.

"No, not yet." Sherlock replies as he yanks the shirt on over his head.

Molly just stares at him in the shirt before she begins laughing. The laughter, however, stops as soon as Sherlock's words catch up with her. Yet. Yet?!

"I, uh, I gotta go run some tests. The shirt suits you! Um, right, bye." She drops his clothes on the floor and scurries out.

"...Sherlock?" John asks slowly, staring at the door that Molly just escaped through.

"Hmm, yes?" Sherlock reluctantly moves his gaze too.

"Yet?"

"Oh that? Yes, I have recently decided to court Molly."

"When did this happen?!"

"A little after the time I got my face pummeled."

"Which one? There are so many!" Is John's sarcastic retort.

"This last one. I went to Molly's shortly after and she took care of me. She even made me pizza rolls!"

"Git, please tell me you didn't make her do that last bit."

"I hadn't eaten in a very long time!"

"So what made you realize?"

"She made me blush, John!"

"Molly Hooper made you blush?" John's eyes are wide and astounded. Sherlock is slightly annoyed that it wasn't his brilliance that put the expression on his face.

"Yes!"

"Jesus, you really haven't shagged yet?"

"No! And I'm getting quite desperate. Cold showers at all hours of the night, my mind palace looks like an issue of playboy, and now I can't eat pizza rolls without thinking of her."

"Pizza rolls? Really? You have the strangest fantasies."

"That is beside that point. Though, her facial expressions as she is enjoying them are quite arousi-"

"Stop right there! I do not need to know about Molly Hooper's arousing facial expressions!"

At that moment, there is a loud clattering noise. Both men turn and see a stunned Molly Hooper with a tray on the ground next to her feet. Her mouth is open and her eyes are wide. "My...what?"

Stunned silence fills the room before John's loud laughter takes over. "My God! I've never seen two people so awkward! Just shag and get on with it!" His laughter carries throughout the room, but slowly fades as he exits. Finally, they can't hear it at all.

"Sherlock, I can't even tell you how confused I am." She places her hand on her forehead to try and calm the raging headache that is coming quickly.

"I'm a genius and I don't even know what he's on about."

End Chapter 10

A/N

This one was fun to write :D Maybe just because I'm in a really good mood (my final grade for Health was 98.2), but I actually smiled while writing this. And that's good! Because writing is supposed to be fun, ya know? It's not about the reviews, how well it's written, or anything else. While they are rather nice bonuses, writing is about having fun with it and enjoying it! If it makes you smile, then you're doing something right! :)

Anyways, my little motivational speech there, eh? Band of the chapter is Skillet. Wonderful songs to look up are "Monster" and "Would it Matter".

I also wanted to thank Rocking the Redbeard for being a lovely and encouraging reviewer. It really means a lot to me :)