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She looked at the flashing cursor and frowned. How was she going to comment on this? She decided to avoid commenting on every post and looking desperate. She found a random number generator and her rules were as follows:

Comment on a post.

Click the generate button.

After that many posts, Molly Hooper must comment.

Today was his fifth post since she last commented. How was she going to comment on this, though?

Alright, today's the day. Today, I am going to finally tell her how I feel and then, perhaps, I'll have some good news for you all later. Keep an eye out. –SH.

Molly had no idea what that meant or who 'she' was. 'Hope it's good news! Fingers crossed!' Molly typed before deciding it was not the right thing to say. He hadn't provided enough information for Molly to write a comment that wouldn't need someone to reply to her. She only comments once on a post and only if she's meant to reply to that post; only if it's in her rules. 'Well, good luck on your endeavour. I hope 'she' takes your feelings well. Don't want another person to wind up in the morgue! I have enough work to do!' what was she thinking?!

The flashing cursor mocked her. It laughed that she couldn't think of something to reply with. In a frenzied rush to get away, unbeknownst to her, she pressed the 'enter' key before closing the page.

~oOo~

Bing!

Sherlock reached into his pocket. He was sitting at a restaurant with John and was busy staring out the window, looking for a criminal. It appeared he had an email, something that was slightly inconvenient, but nonetheless, he had to check. It appeared someone had left a message on his site…

Type your comment for this post here…

Sherlock looked at the comment with confusion and then over at the name. Molly Hooper. It seems the number was 5 this time. She had to comment every few posts to avoid looking desperate. He rolled his eyes at her thought process and ignored the curious eyes of John.

Well, Molly. I want to thank you so much for your moving comment. I never knew how emotional and nerve-racking type your comment for this post here… could be. Thank you for opening my eyes to the possibilities of the world. As for your case, I'd recommend choosing a different system or, alternatively, just avoid the comment section all together. I'll be stopping by the morgue soon; see you then. –SH

~oOo~

Molly paled as she read the new post. What had she done?! A few moments later, the doors of the morgue were flung open. A blush overtook her face and she hurried away into the woman's bathrooms. She locked herself in a stall and kept her fingers crossed that Sherlock wasn't psychopathic enough to go in. Sure, he always says he's a sociopath (a fact Molly wasn't 100% sure on) but he did have his psychotic moments. She prayed this was not one of them.

There was a knock on the women's door.

"Molly, it's John. Sherlock wanted to come in but I told him he could not under any circumstance. We require your assistance in the morgue. Apparently it's urgent."

She sighed. Of course it was urgent. Of course. He just wanted to mock her further. Not only had he posted that on the internet, people were going to read it; people she knows. Molly unlocked the door and left to the morgue to see Sherlock smirking as he leant on her desk.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the mousy pathologist out of hiding from her little hole."

Molly blushed and walked away. "What do you want, Sherlock?" she asked, trying to put as much vigour into her voice as possible.

"Just wondering if you had any cases? Any number of unusual deaths that you should comment on?"

Molly looked at the ground to try and cover up her blush as she shook her head. "Not today, Sherlock. I think it best you talk to Lestrade first in the future. Now, if you'll excuse me." she turned around and walked to her desk to question what she had done.

Sherlock stood with a smirk and looked over at an unimpressed John. "Schoolgirl crush," he chuckled before walking out of Barts, John running to keep up with him.

~oOo~

Molly lay in bed and sighed. How could Sherlock humiliate her like that? What type of person posts that for their own amusement and to humiliate her?

There was a knock on her front door and she sighed before getting up and answering it. Sherlock Holmes was standing there, so perfectly. His jacket seemed to billow a bit and his curls looked especially good for running fingers through. She felt a blush rise in her cheeks and Sherlock sighed.

"Yes, Molly, I have something to tell you. It's about my second last post."

Molly froze and frowned. The second last one was the one she accidently commented on.

"Oh."

He rolled his eyes and nodded. "I have to tell you my feelings. I think we've known each other long enough for me to tell you this with the knowledge you will appropriately act upon my words. Besides, you're a rather… intelligent and competent woman; you can easily fulfil my desire."

Molly felt her jaw drop a fraction and her eyebrows furrowed. "Alright, I'll do my best," she replied, trying not to sound too excited or suspicious.

"Excellent. Well, I'm not entirely sure where to start… I suppose it may have started a few years ago, not too long after I had met John. It was a little while before Moriarty and you began that… well, thing." He sighed and looked down at his shoes. "I haven't ever felt these things before; I've never felt so… you know. Heavens, this is awkward. I desire to leave, however I have a duty to you to finish this here and now. Molly Hooper. Toby has to go. I'm sorry, I just don't like him. He's, to be frank, a bit of a twa-"

"Wait, this is about Toby?" Molly's jaw dropped at the discovery. It sounded so much like he was going to profess his love for her. Instead, he was telling her he hates her cat.

"Yes."

Molly closed the door on his face and returned to bed. Sherlock is, to be frank, a bit of a twa