Dedicated to Rosie McGuilicuty, sherlollypops and Spitfire303. Combined your ideas together. Happy to write another two with your separate ideas .Rosie: Mycroft asking Molly out + PFLAG. Spitfire303: ridiculing Molly's interests, "a very strange day" Sherlock has feels for Molly. Sherlollypops: jealous Sherlock- Sherlolly.
Warning: haven't completely finished editing. More will occur, content will stay the same.
It was a very strange day for Sherlock Holmes. He had solved five of the three cases Lestrade gave him and it wasn't even 12. He puddled over to St Barts and snuck into the morgue.
"Ah, if it isn't Molly Hooper, the believer of the ridiculous idea that cats are, and I quote, the shiz."
Molly's head snapped up from the post-mortem she was performing. "Sherlock, what are you doing here? I'm busy, there's a sign on the door!" she exclaimed and placed the scalpel down.
"I was bored and thought I could come here and watch you… work? Is that really what you're doing? You're not doing a good job of it," he informed her. "well, I'll just sit in the corner, maybe listen to your iPod. I'll play Candy Crush for you, you don't do well anyway. Oh, wait, no. You have terrible music. Your sense of music is like your sense of fashion… and liking for cats."
Molly turned scarlet with his words. "Get. Out," she demanded through clenched teeth.
"What?"
"Get. Out. Now," she told him, trying not to scream then and there.
Sherlock took a few steps towards her, confusion scrawled across his face. "Molly, what's-"
"YOU NEVER THINK ABOUT ANYONE BUT YOURSELF!" she yelled at him, her finger poking his chest. "YOU WALTZ IN HERE LIKE YOU OWN THE JOINT AND DEMAND THINGS FROM ME! YOU STEAL ATTENTION FROM MY WORK AND YOU ACT LIKE SUCH A PRAT!"
She felt tears in her eyes and ran out of the morgue and to the lab. She huddled under her desk and the tears began to flit down her face.
Sherlock stood in the morgue and looked after her. Did she just- no. Not Molly Hooper. She would never yell at him and not for something so trivial. He tried to remember what he could deduce about her but found he had deleted it straight away. As important and brilliant as Molly is, she didn't have a place in his Mind Palace. She was his pathologist and that was it.
He had decided, based on her actions, she had a bad day before Sherlock walked in the door and hence she exploded. Well, what can you do? You win some, you lose some.
~oOo~
A few hours after Molly had emerged from her desk, her shift ended and she walked home. It was a nice day, after all. The sun was out and the birds were chirping. Nothing could ruin this shred of greatness that was her afternoon.
As she got further away from work and closer to home, a black car began to follow behind her. A few times, it would pass only to reemerge a few minutes later. After about half an hour of this suspicious activity, the car pulled up about ten meters away from her.
Molly Hooper froze. Her mind darted through what could happen next and every bit of her screamed to cross the road and get out of harm's way. The door opened and Molly looked around the deserted street. She stepped out onto the road when a familiar voice began to speak to her.
"Miss Hooper, I would highly recommend that you accompany me in a quick tour of the city." Molly felt her heart drop as she realised who it was.
The eldest Holmes boy. She turned around to see the man leaning on his umbrella. Her shoulders dropped and she nodded while stepping towards him. He motioned for her to get in first so she ducked under the roof and slid over to the furthest seat. Mycroft joined her a few seconds later.
The drove around London, passing a few historical sights and then began to drive further and further away. They ended up at a deserted building.
"I really hope you don't plan on killing me," Molly said in a flat voice.
Mycroft smiled and shook his head. "Let's be reasonable, please." Mycroft opened the door and left the car, waiting for Molly to join him. They entered the building and stood in the empty foyer. "I have a proposition for you, Miss Hooper."
"Doctor Hooper, actually, Mr British Government," she replied with ease.
"My apologies. I believe we ought to get together for a social event. I suggest dinner or afternoon tea."
Molly frowned at the man and cocked her head a fraction to the left. "I-I'm afraid I'm not quite catching on. I am, as Sherlock describes us ordinary people, a mere goldfish."
Mycroft laughed a little before smiling as warm as he could manage at Doctor Hooper. "Yes. I understand. I'm suggesting, doctor, that we go out on a date."
Molly began to flush. "A-a date? As in-"
Mycroft rolled his eyes. "Yes, a date. The social event John Watson is rather familiar with. But, I suppose if you're not interested…"
"I-I never said that. I'm just shocked, to be honest. I never thought a Holmes boy would fancy me."
The umbrella in Mycroft's hands tapped the ground twice before he nodded. "I shall pick you up for dinner tomorrow night at seven. Please wear your best dress; we'll be eating at one of the most renowned restaurants in the world."
The duo walked out to the car and Mycroft opened the door for Molly. He motioned for her to enter and closed the door once she had. It sped off leaving Mycroft on the side of the room, watching as Molly Hooper returned to where she felt safe.
~oOo~
"What do you mean you're going to dinner with my brother?" Sherlock asked, his eyes narrowed as he studied his newest client.
"You bloody heard her. Mycroft asked her to dinner and she said yes. Now, will we continue?" John said as he sank into his armchair, a cup of tea in his hand.
"Fine. Go on."
"Right, er, yes. I was wondering if there was a double meaning behind this. It's unlike Mycroft. I've only met the man twice, you see."
Sherlock shrugged as he sat down and stared at his feet. "Sherlock?" John encouraged.
Sherlock sat in his mind palace and thought.
"Sherlock?" John prompted.
"He has no double meaning."
~oOo~
Sherlock walked into the morgue the next day to see Molly bustling through her work.
"How was it?" he asked, scaring her.
She gasped and jumped, her eyes were wide and filled with fear. "Sherlock! Goodness, you scared me!" she explained while trying to soothe his racing heart.
"I can see." He rolled his eyes and walked towards her. "How was it?"
"How was what?" she asked, confused by his sudden entrance and his bizarre questions.
"Your date with my brother."
Molly frowned and thought. "I suppose it was alright. I mean, we didn't really talk much, he deduced everything from me straight away or he had done his research. It mostly consisted of me asking occasional questions and him answering. Other than that, I admired the building and enjoyed dinner."
Sherlock's insides squirmed. What was his brother doing and why was he getting involved with Molly Hooper, the meek pathologist? He didn't know and to be frank, he didn't particularly care. He just didn't want Molly to get hurt again.
"Can I help you with something, Sherlock?" she asked before inserting the scalpel into the woman's torso.
"Not particularly. I suppose I'll talk to John. He may have an idea,. He's a doctor as well, anyway" he informed her before walking out, ignoring her farewell.
~oOo~
Mrs Hudson was so proud of what she had done. The wonderful woman had decided to support Sherlock and John and to let them know their friends are there for them and support them. She was hosting a PFLAG (parents and friends of lesbians and gays) meeting that afternoon and she was setting up. She had purchased her gay pride flags, trying her best to be like the other meetings she had attended. Everyone was excited to meet the happy couple. Mrs Turner, next door, had hosted a meeting the other week for her married ones. They were a kind and generous couple and said they'd come to support Sherlock and John, or as Mrs Hudson called them, Johnlock.
Her house was all rainbow. She thought John would appreciate that she was supporting him and Sherlock. She was there for them as a parent or as a friend, whichever they needed.
Sherlock had burst through the front door and began to stalk up the stairs. Mrs Hudson was eager to show Sherlock and ran out to the stairs.
"Sherlock! Before you hide in your room for multiple hours-" she started but was cut off by the doorbell. "Oh! That must be them! I'm hosting a meeting today!"
"I'll be upstairs making no noise and pretending I don't exist," he assured her and continued to jump up the remaining stairs.
"B- oh. Alright," her face fell as she walked towards the door. She composed herself and opened the door for the visitor.
"Mrs Turner! How wonderful to see you!" she beamed.
Sherlock sat in his room, glowering about Molly Hooper. Ok, Sherlock had thought about how Hooper and Holmes shared the first two letters and wouldn't be a hassle for Molly. He never considered Molly changing her surname for Mycroft, though. In what universe did Mycroft care for goldfish? This one, so it seemed.
His first goldfish just had to be Molly Hooper, the woman Sherlock developed feelings for. He had never developed feelings and here he was threatening to develop feelings for the sake of Molly Holmes- uh, Hooper... No. Mycroft was up to something and Sherlock did not like it one bit.
Mycroft answered on the third ring, out of breath again. Exercise… unless- no. "Sherlock. What a surprise."
"Mycroft, what are you playing at?"
"Well, good day to you two, Sherlock. I am rather well, thank you. And yourself? How wonderful. Now, it's rather odd of you to call me, is there anything I could assist you with? What am I playing at? Why, my darling brother, I'm afraid I don't understand what you're asking. See, I don't know what I'm supposedly playing…."
"Molly, Mycroft, what are you doing about Molly?"
"I had thought about it and I may ask her on another date. She's a friendly woman and a good goldfish. She doesn't pretend she's ahead of me. She is, as I believe the term is, going with 'the flow'. She's a reasonable person to choose as a companion," Mycroft informed his brother, eyeing off a cheesecake.
Sherlock did not like that answer at all. "Why did you ask her on a date? That has confused me the most."
"Sherlock, sometimes people want a companion. There's a certain learning that comes with relationships. I'm sure you've learnt this with Mrs Hudson and John. Someone begins to care and sometimes, you begin to care in return. Here I am, Sherlock, learning and developing. Is there an issue with learning, Sherlock?"
Sherlock sighed and rubbed his forehead. "Just… don't hurt Molly. Please, Mycroft. Don't hurt her."
The eldest Holmes frowned and raised an eyebrow, uncaring that his younger brother couldn't see. "Why? She's not your goldfish, why do you care so much?"
He had had enough. Sherlock hung up the phone and left threw it on his bed. He needed to clear his head. After shrugging on his coat, Sherlock walked down the stairs and approached the front door.
"Oh, Sherlock, dear! Could you come here a moment?" Mrs Hudson called from her kitchen.
"I'm afraid not, Mrs Hudson. The lives of each person in London are in jeopardy," he yelled while running out of the building. He passed John who went to open his mouth to ask what ask going on but Sherlock beat him and hailed a cab. "I'll be back later."
John walked into the flat building and went to greet Mrs Hudson. His jaw dropped once he had opened the kitchen door and found Mrs Hudson pouring tea for three people. She was covered in rainbow and her house had been pooped on by a unicorn. Not one space was blank.
"M-Mrs Hudson, I- what?"
"Oh hello, John!" she greeted and put the tea down. "We were having a PFLAG meeting. I'm waiting for a few more people but we've decided to have a cup of tea before then."
"I'm sorry, a what meeting?"
"Parents and Friend of Lesbians and Gays. I'm showing you and Sherlock that I support you both and I'm here for you as a parent or a friend." She smiled at the doctor who shook his head.
He couldn't bring himself to be angry at her, and yet it had to be said. "Mrs Hudson, how many times do we have to tell you that we're not gay? We're friends and flatmates and that is it. I have never had, and never will, feel an attraction for Sherlock Holmes. I am completely straight."
She smirked and winked at him. "Alright, dear."
John sighed in annoyance and walked out of the kitchen. Mrs Hudson explained to the others that Sherlock and John kept their relationship secretive.
~oOo~
To be honest, Molly had a great time with Mycroft Holmes the night before. Mycroft was an intelligent, wonderful man who showed her some real respect. When he had called asking if she'd like another date, she was thrilled to say yes.
Mycroft Holmes was the coldest of the two Holmes brothers. He was far more mature than his younger brother but there was a sense of naivety that Mycroft had that Molly had never seen before. It was intriguing and pulled her in. She understood that he had taken one look at her and knew her life story and everything about her. She understood that she'd never be able to do that to him, but god how she'd love to try. There are some things that can't be learnt in a book or online. Some things needed to be experienced and relationships are one of those things.
Why was Molly pondering on this?
~oOo~
Sherlock pranced into the lab and sat down at a table. "Doctor Hooper, how are you?"
The woman looked over at him and frowned. "You're in a cheery mood, Sherlock. Who's died and how many cases has it inflicted?"
He let out a sarcastic laugh and rolled his eyes. "Not a cheery mood. I thought perhaps my brother would teach you to understand moods. Maybe drill a sense of humour into you as well."
"Actually, the funniest thing happened, Sherlock. We didn't talk about deducing. Besides, it seems my "sense of humour" is only activated when you were around," she informed him and raised her eyebrows. "Deduce that, Sherlock Holmes."
~oOo~
Mrs Hudson smiled at her guests and handed them a plate of biscuits. Sherlock always demanded she had them but not these biscuits because "they're the bad ones. One job, Mrs Hudson", as Sherlock had grumbled when he bit into the less than quality biscuit. Her guests appeared to like them and the only thing that ruined the taste was a certain detective barging into 221B.
"Sherlock, come in! Everyone, this is Sherlock. His partner is John and they live here together," she told the members of PFLAG. "Johnlock," Mrs Hudson whispered.
"Mrs Hudson! For the last time, John and I are not a couple! We're both straight and I am in love with Molly Hooper! Just drop it!" he yelled and stormed up to his bedroom.
Everyone looked at Mrs Hudson who looked shocked. She composed herself as fast as possible composed herself and smiled. "They're still denying it, but it's rather obvious that they're together."
Her newfound friends nodded at her and returned to their tea and biscuits.
~oOo~
After two days since their last date, Molly was getting ready to see Mycroft again. He had sent a text to her asking her if she'd be interested in another date. She had brought a red dress for the occasion and new makeup. She was just about to finish her eyeliner when the doorbell rang. Frightened, she jumped and the pencil slipped, stabbing her eye.
"Shit!" she yelled before dropping the pencil. "Just a minute!"
She slipped her earrings in and walked to the door. She opened it to see a familiar silhouette standing there.
"Sherlock. What a surprise?" Molly said, her tone bitter.
"Molly, you can't go out with my brother," he told her and she crossed her arms.
"Alright then, Sherlock. Why not?" she asked.
"For one of the first times in my entire life, I'm having feelings for someone. I think I've developed some feelings for you, Molly. I understand that I've been cruel to you for years but, please, don't go out for dinner tonight."
In reply, she closed the door on his face. Molly returned to her bathroom and finished getting ready to see Mycroft. Sherlock was not going to ruin her date.
Yet, she couldn't think about how she felt about Sherlock. She had fawned after him for years and here she was with a jealous Sherlock and an interested Mycroft. This had never been Molly's life and this wasn't what she wanted. Being with Mycroft (even if it was only one date) had pulled her away from her Sherlock fantasies. She saw for what he was without the illusion: a child who threw temper tantrums like they were Frisbees.
~oOo~
When Mycroft next saw Molly he nodded.
"I suppose he's told you, then?"
Molly frowned and cocked her head. "What on earth do you mean?"
"My darling brother has spoken to you about his "feelings", I see. I can tell by your eye makeup and the creases in your dress." Molly looked down at her dress and a small smile slipped on her face.
"I see. What else have you got on me?" she asked with a teasing smile.
He returned it and offered her his arm. Once she had taken it, he led her towards the car waiting for them. "I can see how you're feeling about this. Conflicted, you've got two Holmes boys on your tail, what do you do? What do you say?" Molly nodded at him and slid into the car first. After the car began to go, they started their conversation again.
"You aren't surprised by this, nor ask how I know…" Mycroft trailed off and Molly just nodded.
"I would be more surprised if you had gotten something wrong. Of the two of you, you're clearly the smarter, especially when it comes to deductions."
Mycroft looked at the woman and frowned. This was the woman that Sherlock had developed feelings for and she was such a perfect, wonderful woman. What went on in her head to convince her that Sherlock was a suitable partner?
~oOo~
Sherlock lay on the sofa, pretending he was in his mind palace. His fingers were in a steeple and faked REM (Rapid Eye Movement). John had walked in on him and left as fast as he had entered. Excellent. People don't like to disturb Sherlock when he's in his mind palace and today was no exception.
How could Mycroft do this to him? Why would Mycroft do this in the first place? He had always been anti-goldfish and here he was dating Molly Hooper. Of all people, he chose Molly Hooper! What puzzled Sherlock further was Molly's infatuation with him. It had decreased since Mycroft commenced communication with her. Sherlock would have to dwell on this and see what he could deduce.
There was only one thing Sherlock was sure of. He was jealous of his brother. He was jealous of the man who seemed to have captivated Molly Hooper and stole away Sherlock's attention. He wanted Molly's attention back on him and he wanted to be the only Holmes brother in her life. Now, he had to think about how he was going to do that.
~oOo~
It was a typical day at the morgue and was very quiet. No-one had died overnight in this area. Molly just had some paper work to fill out and an autopsy the last girl had forgotten to do. All in all, this shift was going to be a quiet one.
The doors to the morgue flew open and someone ran in. "Molly Hooper!" their deep voice called out.
The woman in question was in the lab and hadn't heard the call from the man downstairs. He ran up to the lab and looked around frantically.
"Sherlock, what are you doing here? Lestrade called me just as I started to let me know he didn't have any cases for you and John said he'd text me if you were on your way. So, Sherlock, what are you doing here?" Molly asked and crossed her arms.
"I-I just came to give you these." He held out his hand and produced a bouquet of snapdragons. "I hope you like them," he told her before turning around and beginning to walk out.
"Wait. What is this? Why are you giving me flowers?"
Sherlock froze mid step and looked at her. "Those are snapdragons because I know they're your favourite."
Molly's eyebrows furrowed at this sentence. "My favourite flowers are daisies."
~oOo~
After Sherlock had blown that one, he returned home. To Mrs Hudson's happiness, she ran into him before he had a chance to run upstairs and be anti-social for the rest of the day.
"Sherlock, dear, I have something you may be interested in," she told him, clipboard in hand.
"Is it better biscuits for my tea? I'm not overly interested at the moment, Mrs Hudson. I have important things on my mind." 'Such as how I can get back Molly Hooper.'
"Well, actually, Sherlock, I have started a petition and I think you'd be very interested! I already started one online and now I'm going to be taking to the streets in a bid for more signatures. I am going to legalise same sex marriage. Won't that be wonderful, Sherlock? You and John can finally get married!"
"Mrs Hudson, please. John and I are not in a seuxal relationship. We are friends and that is all. And my understanding is that same sex marriage is being legalized anyway. John is going on a date tonight and I, on the other hand, am trying to figure out how to woo a woman so please, unless you have a- oh. Oh that's it!" Sherlock ran up the stairs leaving a confused and slightly offended Mrs Hudson behind.
~oOo~
Molly, would you be interested in dinner tomorrow night? -MH
Alright. What time? x
7:30pm. I'll arrange a car to pick you up. I have an appointment that may run a little over time. -MH
That's alright. I understand. I'll see you tomorrow, then. x
"She hasn't really fallen for it, you know," John told his friend.
"Actually, she has and actually, it all makes sense. See, Mycroft often has meetings, he is the British Government after all. Now, as to the texts, he was/is at the dentists and unable to call. He may be in unable to speak properly by tonight, so therefore he can't arrange for dinner with a woman when he can't even speak. He chooses tomorrow night knowing that he'll be feeling better and that there won't be a problem with his speech. Overall, Molly will consider some of these and decide to think that it is Mycroft and therefore, she'll get ready."
"It's not the usual number."
Sherlock looked down at the phone and frowned. "He doesn't usually call or text."
~oOo~
Molly looked down at the phone and shook her head. What was Sherlock playing at? Mycroft had gone to the dentist a few days ago, he didn't need to return. Furthermore, he'd told Molly that he didn't take appointments past four and his meetings had to wrap up before five. This was clearly not Mycroft, even if she ignored the new number. Besides, he was always in the car with her when he picked her up. He wouldn't send a car for her when it didn't suit him.
Good try, Sherlock. I'm not that thick. -Molly
Excuse me? -SH
The fake texts from Mycroft. He went to the dentist last week. He doesn't take appointments after four and meetings always finish before five. Good try but not good enough. -Molly.
I don't know what you're talking about, Molly. -SH
She rolled her eyes and let it be. She didn't need to argue with him about what he had done. If anything, Molly was a bit disappointed that he had thought she was so thick.
Meanwhile, Sherlock was looking at his phone with both disappointment and anger.
"Did she reply?" John asked from his armchair.
"No. She was too smart. She knows the texts were fake. She talked about dentists and times for meetings and for appointments. Although, she signed with her name, not an x as she usually does."
John rolled his eyes as he turned the page. "Oh no! What will London do? Molly Hooper out thought Sherlock Holmes and turned his trap around! Oh no! She signed with her name when talking to Sherlock but an x when texting her boyfriend! What is Moriarty up to this time?" John replied with sarcasm, earning a pillow being thrown at his head. "Oi!"
"This is mildly serious, John. Don't turn this into some sick joke," Sherlock grumbled before stalking to his room.
Again, John rolled his eyes at Sherlock. For the brightest man his age, he sure could be a dumbass sometimes.
~oOo~
Mycroft leaned back in his chair and looked over at his phone. It was a Wednesday and his last meeting for the day was at four. He still had three hours until he was free to do as he desired. He had almost finished his work and he began to ponder. Would Molly be interested in another date?
After a few minutes, he decided it would be the best thing for him to do. He picked up the phone and dialed her number.
"Hello, Molly speaking."
Mycroft smiled at her voice. "Good afternoon, Molly. How is your day treating you?"
Molly paused before smiling. "My day has been pretty good. How has your day been? Or is it confidential?" she teased.
"I'm afraid so. It's not a day I could really discuss over the phone."
"Uh oh, that sounds as though we may need to talk face to face, then."
"Well, that is why I'm calling you, Molly. I was wondering if you'd be interested in going out to dinner with me tonight? I'd suggest a movie before hand, but I'm afraid I'd possibly spoil the experience for you. Sometimes, I can act rather Sherlocky... or childish, whichever you prefer."
Molly began to laugh. To be honest, she much prefered Mycroft to Sherlock. Mycroft was a better person than Sherlock who would sabotage her day, just to see what she'd do. Mycroft, on the other hand, had flowers sent into her office just so he could see her smile at dinner that night.
Of course, different circumstances, different reactions, but nonetheless, Mycroft was the only Holmes brother who seemed to give a damn about her and he was the only person to be interested in her for the last few months. She'd be stupid not to choose Mycroft over Sherlock.
Everything had changed once Mycroft had asked her out and to be honest, both Molly and Mycroft enjoyed the change that it had brought. Molly was, in all honesty, excited to see where this would take her and where this would take Mycroft.
"I'd love to have dinner with you."
"Wonderful. I'll pick you up at six?"
Molly bit her lip, a smile still on her face. "Sounds great. I'll see you then."
"Indeed. Enjoy the rest of the day, Molly."
~oOo~
Sherlock sat down in his armchair and narrowed his eyes at John.
"Tell me, John, how did you get a girlfriend?"
"Oh, thanks, Sherlock," he replied as he turned the newspaper.
"That wasn't a snarky comment, John. I don't see how it could be. Anyway, tell me," Sherlock replied with impatience.
"Why on earth would you want to know that, Sherlock?"
Sherlock rubbed his temple and sighed. "Because, John, of a case, John, that's why, John," he replied, ignoring the horrible English sentence structure he used.
"Becaws, Jawn, ova case, Jawn, that's wai, Jawn! Beautiful English for an Englishman," John mocked and flipped the page.
"Are you going to tell me or not?" Sherlock barked and John dropped the paper.
"Wow, you're actually serious?"
"Yes, John. Now please, tell me," Sherlock sighed.
"Er, alright…"
~oOo~
"Molly Hooper, you look like a work of art this morning," Sherlock greeted as he entered the morgue.
"Do you want to use the lab?" she asked, her eyes glued on the body in front of her and where her scalpel was going.
"What? No. Why would you say that?"
"You compliment me when you want something," she replied and Sherlock frowned.
"Am I not allowed to tell you I think you're beautiful? Is that not ok?" he asked.
Molly rolled her eyes and shook her head. "It's weird. You haven't done it genuinely yet."
"Well, that was genuine, so…"
"Well, that's new, so…"
"I just think you look beautiful and you smell good too. Is that Bill Blass?"
Molly looked up at Sherlock with mild fright on her face. "Did you just guess my perfume?"
Shit shit shit shit shit. Nothing was going according to plan. He had to abort the mission… but how?
"It's lingering around the room, hard to miss. And it wasn't a guess, Molly. I don't guess. I knew. I just have a shred of respect for you that I'd ask and not sound like a creep." The look on her face indicated that Sherlock had dug himself further into a hole. How about a joke? People love jokes…
Molly looked down at her work again and sighed. "If that's all, Sherlock…"
"Actually, it's not… I have one more thing to say. A duck walks into a bar, the bartender says, "What'll it be?" The duck doesn't say anything because it's a duck."
The duo looked at each other, waiting for the other to say something. After a few moments, Molly spoke.
"Is that it?"
"Seriously? Not even a chuckle? You're meant to laugh, it was a joke!" Sherlock sighed and sat down on the ground like a child.
"What? What do you mean? Why was I supposed to laugh?"
"Because John said you'd laugh if I told you a joke."
"I'm still not picking up what you're putting down. Why did you tell me a joke and why did John say I'd laugh?"
"Because I think I 'm having feelings for you and John was helping me to win you over." Sherlock frowned at the ground and sighed once more before standing up. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come today. It was inappropriate and I understand that you don't feel the same way. I'll leave you to your work," he told her and walked away, his head hung and his eyebrows furrowed.
Molly watched after him and frowned. Wait, what?
~oOo~
From one look, Mycroft could see Molly had a disturbing visit from his younger brother.
"Good evening, Molly. You look stunning today," he told her when she had gotten into the car.
"Thank you! It's a new dress," she told him, looking down at the red dress that clung to her body.
"I know. You always wear a new dress when we go out to dinner..." Mycroft trailed off and arched an eyebrow at Molly who flushed bright red.
"Erm, yes. I don't have an awful lot of dresses and I want to look good when we go out," she told him.
"Well, you always look beautiful," he reassured her and winked.
After her face increased in colour Molly tried to trail the conversation somewhere else. "So, where are we going tonight?"
"I'm afraid a theatre production before we go out for dinner. I thought you might like to see a play as something different. I'm sure I won't ruin it for you. At least, I'll do my best not to. Of course, if you'd rather we did something else, I'm happy to do that instead. Besides, it's Shakespeare. I can't give you any spoilers with it being my fault and, furthermore, I'd rather mumble the words than make comments."
Molly smiled at him and thought back to Sherlock today. She felt rather bad going out with Mycroft when she had learnt of Sherlock's emotions towards her. However, she was going to enjoy this night and ponder it later. "No, a play sounds wonderful. Thank you, Mycroft."
~oOo~
"I had a great time tonight," Molly told Mycroft as they stood outside her door.
"Yeah, a likely story," Sherlock grumbled from across the road.
"As did I. I would love to have another date like this with you again," Mycroft added.
"Oh I'm sure you would. A play and then dinner. At least you had something to talk about and you weren't deducing her all night." Sherlock sat across the road staring at the couple, binoculars in hand as he studied their lips and understood what they were saying.
"Would you like to come in?" Molly asked to which Sherlock sighed.
"Molly, what are you doing? Don't invite him in. He'll denounce your entire house. Look at it. I bet you forgot to clean up. Oh, there's the blush, I'm right. Dammit, Molly!" Sherlock attempted to keep his voice low but knew he was doing a bad job.
"As much as I'd love to, I don't think I should give my brother the displeasure of seeing me enter your house. I don't know if you can see, but he's just over there," Mycroft said and pointed into the bushes were Sherlock hid.
"Oh, yes, I see. Isn't that more of a reason to come in, then?" Molly teased.
"Well, as much as I'd love to harass my brother further, I feel it would be better if I headed off anyway. Thank you for joining me for a nice night. I had a great time, Molly." Mycroft leaned towards her and pressed a light kiss to her lips. "Until next time." He gave a slight bow and winked at her before walking back to his car. He raised a hand to her before sliding out of her view.
She waved down at him before looking at where Sherlock hid. After giving an obscene finger gesture, she entered her flat and locked the door behind her.
"Shit," Sherlock cursed before crawling out of his hiding place and rushing to find a cab to take him back to Baker Street.
~oOo~
For the next six months, Sherlock had begun to accept that he wasn't going to be the big thing in Molly Hooper's life anymore. She was no longer going to blush when they made eye contact, she was no longer going to stutter around him. She was going to become a person who respected him and was his friend. That was all. She was almost the female John in his life. Mycroft and Molly had become rather serious. He began visits to work and they began having lunch together.
Molly was having the time of her life. Mycroft was perfect and life in general was perfect. On their six month anniversary, Molly decided to invite Mycroft over for dinner. She took the day off work and spent it cooking up a storm to make everything perfect for Mycroft.
~oOo~
"Your brother came to the morgue today," Molly informed Mycroft as they ate the lasagne Molly made (from scratch).
"I'm sorry to hear that. What did he want? I didn't think there were any cases."
"Bored. He's taken to visiting me when he's bored. It annoys me. Can you ask him to stop?"
"My darling, I'll do my best but he won't listen to me."
Molly smiled and nodded. "Anyway, he says-"
~magic flashback~
"How's my Mikey?" Sherlock asked as he touched the glassware on the lab bench.
"I'm sorry, who?" Molly glanced over at the items Sherlock touched and made a note to clean them before using them. He could contaminate her work.
"My brother Mike or Mikey. What do you call him?"
"His name is Mycroft. I call him his name," she replied, using self control to not swat Sherlock's hand away from the objects around him.
"Everyone calls him Mikey. Mummy and Jenine call him Mikey," Sherlock told her, his voice ticking her off.
"Yes, well, I'm neither his mother nor your ex-girlfriend, so I think it's reasonable for me to call my boyfriend his name, which is Mycroft." She rolled her eyes and continued her experiment in silence. "And he's fine, by the way. He was feeling a little ill yesterday but I made him some soup and I think he's better."
"You are the only person to call him Mycroft. The whole world calls him Mikey," Sherlock added for no particular reason.
"Your family does not count as the whole world. I know for a fact that the government doesn't call him Mikey and neither does Mycroft. Can you just drop it? It's not important."
"Do you call him something else? A pet name, perhaps?"
"WILLIAM SHERLOCK HOLMES! GET YOUR NOSE OUT OF MY BUSINESS! IT IS NOT YOURS TO PLAY WITH AND HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU!" Molly snapped before dropping her work and walking out. "I'm going to lunch."
~end of magic flashback~
"God. Mikey. Eurgh." Mycroft's nose crinkled while he stared into his food.
"It's absurd. I just can't with Mikey. It doesn't even suit you."
"Thank you. You're possibly the only person that I respect who thinks that." Molly smiled at Mycroft who raised his eyebrows, his gaze still fixed on his food. "You did an excellent job, by the way."
"Thank you," Molly said, her cheeks turning pink.
~oOo~
It had been a year since Mycroft had first asked Molly to be his girlfriend and to commemorate the day, a romantic dinner for two was planned at the restaurant they had their first date at.
"I've got a present for you. You may reject it if you don't like the idea." Mycroft pulled a small box from his pocket and slid it over to Molly. The woman smiled at her boyfriend before picking it up and taking off the lid. Sitting inside was a key, a single key, with the word Holmes engraved at the top. "It's the spare key to my house. I was wondering if you'd be interested in moving in with me. We see each other numerous times a day and I should very much like to wake up and see you in the morning and kiss you goodnight before we fall asleep. But, of course, if you don't want to, that's perfectly ok. I understand that-"
Molly placed her hand on his, silencing him with the single movement. "I'd love to, Mike," she teased.
Mycroft moved his hand away from hers and sighed. "I'm afraid we'll have to break up, Doctor Hooper. I can't forgive you for that," he told her.
She laughed and shook her head while a smile formed on Mycroft's face. He loved seeing Molly happy. He felt so warm inside when she laughed or smiled at him. She leaned over and captured his lips with her own. They both found comfort in the idea of living together. They were so comfortable together and both enjoyed the company of the other.
Over the next, Mycroft and his car made frequent visits at Molly's flat to take the things she wanted to his house. Anything they didn't need or want, they were donating to charity, as per Molly's request.
As for the house itself, Molly fell in love with it the first time she saw it. It was stunning and so Mycroft. She felt so privileged to be at such a high security and secretive place. For security reasons, their mail would have to be delivered to Mycroft's office. On one hand, it was inconvenient living with Mycroft but at the same time, Molly love it.
There was an added thrill of waking up with Mycroft's arms around her waist or being woken up with small kisses pressed against her neck. On the weekends, they lay in bed together for hours on end, just holding each other. They relocated to the couch where they cuddled and watched a film or some telly. Two years ago, if you had told Mycroft that was what he'd be doing, he'd send a government hitman out for you or manage to find illegal documents on your computer.
~oOo~
Sherlock Holmes was bitter. He had never been so jealous and infuriated in his entire life. It was not meant to be Molly and Mycroft. It was always supposed to be Sherlock and Molly. But he had missed his chance and now, he was alone. John was engaged to Mary and Mrs Hudson had stopped attending those ridiculous PFLAG meetings. Sherlock was alone, though. Molly had her prince charming and it was not Sherlock. She was in love with the wrong Holmes.
On a regular basis, John told Sherlock not to be so petty. He had had a chance to be in a relationship with Molly for years and if he had really wanted to be in a relationship with her, he'd have done something by now. Sherlock was a fool. He'd give anything for Molly to leave Mycroft. However, he also didn't want to ruin Molly's happiness. If Mycroft was what she needed, then she should have him. It was wrong of Sherlock to try and pull her away from a relationship that she was happy in and that she deserved. Of course, Sherlock would say no-one deserves Mycroft but he made her happy and that was all that was important.
"Sherlock?" John prompted as Sherlock sat in his mind palace.
His eyes snapped open and he looked to see Molly sitting in the client chair, John sitting in his own armchair and Sherlock frowned.
"Mycroft double meaning?" he asked, looking at Molly. "You're here to know if Mycroft is serious about this date?"
Molly's lips turned down and she nodded. "That's why we've been here for the past five minutes."
"Oh, excellent. You haven't gone on a date yet, have you?"
"Erm, no? Sherlock, what-"
"Yes, there is a double meaning. It's a message, to me. Don't mind what it is. No, I don't suggest that you go out with him. There's a fifty percent chance that the two of you will get married in approximately two years if you do take this date. On the other hand, there's the 50 percent chance that he's bluffing his emotions, as he does being the British Government. If you're that desperate to go on a date, I'll take you to see a theatre production this weekend."
Both Molly and John stared at Sherlock with shock.
"Wait, did-"
"Yes, Molly, I did just ask you on a date. Any more questions?" he asked. Both his friends shook their heads and Sherlock stood. "Right. Now, if you'll excuse me."
He winked at Molly before he left the room. Sherlock felt he made the right decision. He had run through the most plausible result of a date between Molly and Mycroft and he could not have that. It's supposed to be Sherlolly, not Mycrolly/Mollcroft.
A/N: Hey guys!
Please tell me I didn't confuse the fragapples out of you lot.
So how was that? I hope you enjoyed that. That was a few days of work (and over 7K words). I hope it's alright for me to combine prompts... if not, I'll totally write a new one for everyone I used today.
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Apologies to the beautiful people written at the top of this fic. I didn't let you know they were being combined. Understandable if you're angry. Feel free to PM me or leave a comment in the reviews requesting I re-write your prompt. Actually, if anyone reads one of the prompts I combined and want to see that alone, please comment and I'll totally do it.
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