A/N: So on one of my quiet moments I went on a word generator and got: Punch, Gorilla, Project and I decided to set it up as a Uni!lock story.
Enjoy!
Molly was halfway through her experiment when there was an almighty crash from the hallway outside. After having almost spilt the corrosive acid which she now placed on the table she stuck her head out of the door way to see two boys bellowing at one another.
Bellowing was definitely the right word; the shorter guy had his hands balled into his fists and was shouting every form of obscenity he could possibly muster whilst the taller man simply glared back at him.
"I want access to the lab." The calmer guy stated. Well Molly had thought he was calm but every word was punctuated with such ferocious venom he clearly hadn't ignored his companion's diatribe.
"You stole one of the specimens Sherlock!" The shorter one was seething with anger, anger he clearly wanted to manifest by blacking the other guy's eye.
"John come on." 'Sherlock' was now trying to placate the other man. "We're roommates…"
"I'm your roommate who has to explain to the head of Biomedicine why there is one of the pickled feet missing!"
"It was for an experiment!" Sherlock said heatedly. Molly was agog at the spectacle before her; this was the man that had sent Professor Horton into an almost apoplectic rage when he discovered one of his precious specimens was missing. She vaguely recognised John Watson, a med student a year or so above her but the dark curly haired guy was a stranger. A cute stranger at that. Okay cute wasn't the right word, sophisticated, handsome, alluring. They could all apply to the physique of the student that was now nursing a black eye.
"Damn it Sherlock! You've ruined my project because the specimen you stole was something I was working on!" John hissed and for the first time, Molly thought she saw something akin to remorse flicker across this Sherlock's face. "You are studying law Sherlock – it's your own damn fault for not picking chemistry like your brother told you to!" John raged.
"Well I still need access to the lab." Sherlock sulked and Molly winced as John launched another punch at him again. This time the pair went down fighting and Molly huffed. She'd have to go and be a good Samaritan and break the pair up before old Horton came out of his office and caught them fighting.
"Stop!" She screeched as she ran closer to the fight. John, at the sound of a female voice, stopped fighting his companion, allowing the dark haired man to get in another punch. "I said stop! How dare the pair of you behave so foolishly!" Molly was uncharacteristically mad. Talk about ruined experiments – her own would probably be a mess by the time she broke these idiots up. "Stop behaving like a pair of gorillas and go and finish this argument elsewhere!" She hissed, straightening her labcoat (which always hung off one shoulder) she turned with a huff back to the small lab she was working in. But she was stopped by a hand on her shoulder.
"Hey, can I have access to the lab you're working in?" The baritone voice made her pause but then she digested his words and scowled.
"Now I can see why he punched you." She growled, shaking his hand off, going through the door and slamming it shut on his face. "What a creep." She grumbled, flicking it locked and hurrying back to her own experiment, which thankfully was not ruined and she would still be able to pass the term. She resolved not to think of the beautiful law student with a knack for science and instead put her mind to her own course work. She had experiments to do.