"Molly, do you want coffee?" I heard Sherlock ask behind me and I kept my eye roll in and just hummed.
"Sure." I muttered when I felt him move just a bit closer. "You remember how I take it right?" I asked him as I turned from the microscope and started to type away on my laptop.
"Of course." He spun around, walking out quickly and I just kept looking at what I was writing and changing slides every now and then.
He came back in a half hour later, two coffees in hand, placing one beside me and I hummed my thanks. "What?" I asked after another hour of sipping his coffee and watching me work.
"What what?" He sassed back and I finally sighed and looked back to him fully.
"Why are you here. You aren't asking for anything. You're just watching me work." I crossed my arms and I waited as he finished his next sip.
"Yes I am." He seemed to be encouraging me and I just sighed before waiting.
"Why?"
"Because I love watching you work Molly." He told me and I just huffed at the lie.
"Well, I am done for the day, so I am going home. I am sure you can love watching someone else work now." I told him and moved to get up but he stood as well.
"Where are you going?" He asked and I took the last gulp of coffee before tossing the empty cup in the bin.
"I have a date. Good night Sherlock." I told him and kept walking out. I got to the staff rooms, I got to my locker, pulled out the silk shirt and tight pencil skirt before my black pumps. I went to take a shower and sprayed on perfume. I got dressed and did my hair in a French twist.
I walked out of the staff room, down to the front and waved down a cabbie. I got in, told them the restaurant I was heading to and 20 minutes later I arrived and got out. I paid the fare and moved to the front doors.
I knew my date had made a reservation so I just checked in was seated right away. I sat down and ordered a glass of wine to calm myself down. The man I had met online turned up 45 minutes later. Nose bleeding and a cocky grin on his face as he sat down. I shook my head and stood up. Preparing to leave and that is when I saw Sherlock at the entrance.
He had his gloves on, his jacket turned up, even had his hair in place with his perfect curls. "What are you doing here?" I asked him as I grabbed ahold of his Belfast flap and tugged him until he was outside with me.
"I don't think this is a date Molly. He was how late?" He asked and I just pushed him away.
"What did you do Sherlock?" I asked and he came back towards me, standing just a foot away.
"I got into your account. Looked him up. He was already at the bar when you got here. He saw you come in. Then he stayed at the bar, chatting up some other blonde. So... I 'accidently' elbowed him in the face and said I was a friend of yours." Sherlock explained and I glared at him, let him stand there in the street before going for another cabbie. I got in, shut the door before he could get in, glared at him through the window before telling the drive my address.
I got there, got into my house. Stripped the nice clothes I had made sure not to make a mess of. Got my tank and small shorts on and opened my bed up before hearing him walking into the flat. He knocked on the door before just pushing it open.
"What did I do this time?"
"You were there Sherlock." I stated and walked closer to him.
"And?"
"And you did something. You humiliated me."
"No Molly. That man did. He was in the same building and just let you sit there alone. Something had to be done."
"How did you even know where I was?" I asked and he clenched his teeth.
"I followed your cab."
"Unbelievable. And why did you get my information for my date?" I asked and he just looked down as he took off his gloves.
"Because you had already been waiting ten minutes."
"And?" I asked and he took off his jacket this time too.
"I found him rude. He was making you wait."
"Sherlock... just leave me alone. Why are you taking off your jacket?" I asked as he unbuttoned his blazer as well.
"Because it is a bit warm in here." He told me and I sighed. "Explains why you are wearing such short shorts, not trying to get my attention again. You didn't expect me to come over." Sherlock looked down to my bare legs a moment too long for my comfort before he bounced his eyebrows and I turned my head.
"Please see yourself out." I told him and he sighed before shaking his head.
"No." He told me and watched me get into bed. I laid down, getting comfortable with my pillows, reached over, turned off my lights. Sherlock was still standing in the doorway. I closed my eyes, hoping he would just get the hint, but of course he would still try.
"Go." I whispered when he sat on the bed.
"Molly, I told you that I loved you 8 months ago. You have refused to work with me. You have refused to talk with me. You have refused to talk about the entire thing when I came back."
"I know you didn't mean it Sherlock." I mumbled and closed my eyes.
"But I did."
"No, you didn't Sherlock. I know. I know it deep down." I whispered this time. Staying quiet her got up. He took off his shoes and blazer. I heard more rustling but I didn't turn around to watch him anymore. He pulled the other side of the blankets up, slipped in, and he slept beside me that night.
I was rigid in bed, making sure that I didn't turn into him, and made sure that he didn't touch me. We slept in the same bed, and in the morning her was there. He was laying there, hands now behind his head. His eyes wide open, his feet doing a sort of tap as he thought about whatever.
"Breakfast?"
"You don't eat when you're working."
"I'm not working." He told me and I rolled my eyes.
"Come on Sherlock. We both know you only stick to me when you want something. You sit around and do little nice things like compliment my hair, or fetch me coffee. You stick to me like glue until you get what you want. Now... just tell me what you want." I begged and he sighed before sitting up.
"I want you. If you won't have me then I will make sure the man you choose is better than the man you thought about. Someone far superior than the man last night, and me. That is what you deserve." He laid beside me again. I turned over to face him as well.
"What's so wrong about you? Snice when did you think you were inferior when it comes to other men?" I asked after a long moment of just seeing that he was serious about what he was saying.
"When it comes to make you happy, I know for a fact that I fail every time I try." Sherlock whispered and I felt my heart wretch. Did that mean he had tried to make me happy? More than once?
"When have you tried to make me happy and fail?" I asked him needing to know.
"Well just today I brought you coffee this morning but you barely had any. You didn't like it. And when I made sure that man sat down with you-"
"Are those the only two times you have ever tried to make me happy?"
"No. There have been others. Some of them were so meaningless that I can't remember anything but the failure." He turned and sighed to lay on his back and I sat up this time. "There was a point in time, a really slow work month I thought about packing in and thinking about finding another way to keep myself busy. And I found myself thinking about you. This was all before John. I thought about how you made me laugh inside my head with all your morbid jokes. I thought about how you were the prefect person... in Mycroft's terms, goldfish, to spend my life with. You are the perfect match for me Molly Hooper."
"You mean that?" I asked feeling my emotions rise at the thought of him actually meaning that he still meant that way, that he was not lying.
"Why would I ever lie to you Molly?" He asked and I took a sigh.
"To get what you want... but you already told me you didn't want anything. So I need to make sure that we are on the same page. You said you did it before... but those feelings, they can go away. That is what I want to know. Do you mean it? Do you mean it still?" I asked him and he grabbed my hips, pulling me closer and I just waited.
"I have always felt that way Molly. You are the only one that I have every felt this way about. Don't even think about Janine. She was a scam and as much as that sounds like I am a prat, it also means that it was fake, and she was okay with being duped in the end. But you... you had Tom and I always wondered if you had waved in your feelings, if you would ever let yourself fall for me again. If I was even worthy in your eyes again."
"You'll always be worthy."
"I know I am not by my standards. But I will always try to be. For you."
"What made you start this?"
"Mary. She gave her life for me. And I told someone once that it is a currency that I don't know how to spend... but I thought... if there were someone worth spending it on, it would be you."