A/N: See chapter one. Some spoilers for all three episodes.
Sherlock and companions do not belong to me.
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A triple drabble (a tribble?) from the POV of Molly.
Blame
Lipstick or... no lipstick?
(A little-just a touch)
I know he'll be here soon.
(Is that enough, or far too much?)
It isn't that important.
(A different shade instead?)
It's not as though he'll notice.
(Lighter pink or darker red?)
~o~
A morgue is not the most
Romantic setting I could choose.
Despite this, I am ready;
(I don't have that much to lose.)
A casual invitation
For a coffee; nothing more.
I've never had the nerve
To ask this kind of thing before.
~o~
I made a total hash of it;
He must think I'm a joke!
He turned me from potential date
To tea-girl at a stroke.
To add to my embarrassment;
My lipstick caught his eye.
I told him I'd refreshed it
And have no idea why!
~o~
Coffee. Black. Two sugars.
Lipstick off; and smile back on.
But now he says my mouth looks small
With all that lipstick gone!
~o~
The hospital canteen;
I hear a deep, familiar voice,
A pointless conversation starts
About my mealtime choice.
He needs my help again;
And even though he hasn't changed,
I can't refuse the man,
For whom my hair's been rearranged.
~o~
The morgue has not improved
As a romantic place to meet;
Just me, John, Sherlock, one DI
And several tattooed feet.
~o~
But now, it's all quite different,
I have a boyfriend from IT;
So nothing Sherlock says or does
Can hurt or rattle me.
~o~
I really should have known;
His words can still humiliate.
He tells me that my Jim is gay,
And notes my gain in weight.
~o~
Perhaps I sound pathetic;
Over-sensitive and vain.
A silly love struck school girl;
Just a heart without a brain.
~o~
But I am still prepared to learn
The complex rules of Sherlock's game.
If it ends in disappointment;
Well, there's no-one else to blame.
~o~