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"Mr. Boddy's not really dead," Sherlock commented. "He faked it to get away with a murder." They were watching Clue and Sherlock was surprised at how much he was enjoying such a trivial activity.
"Do you always deduce movies?" Molly laughed, lightly shoving his shoulder with hers.
"I rarely watch them," Sherlock replied. "But, to answer your question, yes."
"You are just—"
"Annoying?" Sherlock provided.
"I was gonna say amusing," Molly told him.
"I don't usually get that reaction," he informed her. "People normally tell me to sod off."
"Well, I'd never tell you to sod off," she smiled.
"I hope to never give you a reason to," Sherlock spoke quietly. It was more said to himself, but Molly heard him clearly.
They were in the middle of the second movie, Murder by Death, when they fell asleep. There they were, the laptop still playing the movie while curled up together. Sherlock's arm was draped over her waist, lightly resting his hand on her tummy. Molly's hand lazily rested on his. He had his face buried in her hair, his lips lightly touching the back of her neck. Stirring in his sleep, Sherlock pulled her in tight to his chest, nuzzling his nose against her soft skin. A soft sigh escaped Molly's lips in the form of his name.
Mary entered 219B early the next morning to find Sherlock holding Molly in his sleep. Toby rested on top of their tangled feet. She didn't want to disturb them but, needing to get changed, called out to them.
"Good morning, sleepyheads," she announced loudly.
Their eyes fluttered to the scene before them and then, "Ah!" It was shouted simultaneously as they jumped apart from one another, Molly nearly falling out of bed. Toby hissed, being woken up so rudely. Mary chuckled at how flustered they both were.
"Looks like you two had quite the night," she teased.
"What? No, that wasn't," Molly rambled.
"Relax, I'm just joking," Mary laughed. Sherlock stood, making his way toward the door.
"Yes, well, I must tend to my experiments now," Sherlock stated, slipping out of the room.
"He's got it bad," Mary smirked.
"He does not," Molly blushed. "Even if he did, he'd never want to."
"The answer is always going to be 'no' unless you ask," Mary encouraged.
"The answer will be 'no' if I do ask," Molly countered. "It's not worth the heartbreak." Mary only sighed as she dug through her clothes to find something nice to wear.
"John," Sherlock nodded as he re-entered 221B, leaving the door cracked.
"Find a place to stay last night?" John asked.
"Stayed with Molly," Sherlock replied flippantly.
"Molly? Molly Hooper?" John questioned.
"Yes," Sherlock confirmed, drawing out the syllable.
"You two are quite close," he remarked. "Do you, uh, fancy her?"
"Don't be stupid, John," he told him. "Of course not." Little did they know, Molly heard John's question and Sherlock's answer. She had allowed Mary's teasing to get her hopes up and now she knew the truth. He didn't want her; not in that way. Molly walked on out to the lobby, her heart breaking with every step she took.
She bought a coffee and sat herself outside at a vacant table with her book. There was nothing like getting lost in a fictional world when the real world was cruel. She refused to let this new truth affect her beloved friendship with him and decided to carry on like always. Hours passed when a dark shadow crossed over the pages.
"Who made you sad?" Sherlock asked, sitting down with his own cup of coffee. Molly looked up from her book into his shining cerulean eyes.
"Nobody," Molly answered. "Just at a sad part in the book." Sherlock knew she was lying through her teeth, but he let it go. If she wanted to tell him, she would.
"I had fun last night," he offered, hoping to get a smile from her.
"I'm glad," Molly replied as she continued to read. No smile. His heart dropped. Suddenly, a bloodcurdling scream sounded from across the courtyard.
"Somebody help! He's not breathing!" a girl shouted. Molly watched as Sherlock was instantly filled with adrenaline.
"Want to solve a crime?" he asked.