Dedicated to: Mighty Sword

To be frank, she was sick to death of Sherlock Holmes. She didn't want to see him or have anything to do with him if she could help it. Of course when she decided she wanted a day out alone, there was only place she could go where Sherlock wouldn't go.

"One ticket to The Hobbit, please," she said to the teenager as she fished some money from her pocket.

"Here's your ticket," he replied and handed her the slip of paper while taking her money.

Molly began to make her way towards the theatre when someone stopped her in her tracks.

"Two tickets to The Hobbit."

Oh no. Not here. Not now. Not tonight.

"Sherlock, is that Molly?"

Oh God. Someone stab her 37 times in the chest, please!

"Doctor Hooper. What a coincidence seeing you here. I thought you spent your nights in the morgue," a deep voice said from behind her.

Molly spun around to come face to face with the only consulting detective in the world- Sherlock Holmes. "W-well, actually, Sherlock, I'm not a psychopath. I don't get a kick out of being around dead bodies all day," she stuttered out.

"Are you here on a date?" John asked while Sherlock rolled his eyes. Before Molly even had a chance to squeak out a response, Sherlock jumped in.

"Clearly not, John. That shirt with those pants, please." Both men looked her up and down and Molly frowned.

"How dare you? My choice of clothes does not reflect my relationship status, nor my mood. I'm allowed to dress comfortably. In fact, I can be dating someone and go out dressed in my pyjamas as long as I feel comfortable in them and in public. Don't be an idiot, Sherlock," Molly spat out with vigour.

Sherlock supressed a laugh and turned to his blogger. "Let's head in then, John."

With a sympathetic smile at Molly, John followed Sherlock into the theatre leaving a flustered Molly standing alone. As of late, she had found she was able to make a point to Sherlock as long as it was 50 words or less. Nonetheless, it took energy from her and she began to feel exhausted.

Molly looked down at the ground and sighed. What was she going to do? She had the option of either walking into the theatre with the possibility of sitting next to Sherlock or John… or she could just leave. She looked at where Sherlock and John had exited and looked towards the main entrance. With a heavy heart, she walked towards the entrance.

"Molly, erm, Sherlock said you should come in as well. He thinks you're going to go home now and doesn't think you should miss the movie. Apparently, he's adamant that you should see the dragon." John said behind her before shrugging. Molly turned around and gave him a small, sad smile.

"It's ok, John. I'm going to go home. I have to feed Toby anyway," she replied and waved a short wave at him before walking out of the cinema.

~oOo~

John returned to sit next to Sherlock who had opened the bag of crisps. The theatre began to dim black and the commercials began to roll. The duo sat in silence as Sherlock watched the adverts flick through.

"She's gone home," John said, stirring Sherlock from his daze.

"Who?"

"Molly. Who else?" Sherlock shrugged and popped a crisp into his mouth. He crunched down, his eyes glued on John's. "What, so that's it? You're not even going to apologise to her?"

"For what? I pointed out the obvious; she was there alone. Not my problem she took offense." Sherlock faced the screen and leaned back in his chair. "Let's just watch the movie. I'm rather excited. Apparently, there are wonderful actors. Well, that's what Mycroft said, anyway."

John sighed and faced the screen, trying not to think about how he had let Molly Hooper walk away. He had let Molly leave.

"I have to go," John said, guilt and slight fear running through his veins.

"The movie hasn't started, John. You need to pay attention," Sherlock grumbled before the lights switched off and the film began.

John gave one final glance at Sherlock before sliding out of his seat. He rushed out to the main entrance. With eyes fixed on the automatic doors ahead of him, John strode further and further away from Sherlock. He stopped outside, the lights burning his retina.

~oOo~

There was a knock on Molly Hooper's front door about ten minutes after she arrived home. So far, all she had done was take her makeup off and she was half naked at the time.

"Just a minute," she called out before pulling her shirt back on.

She froze as she approached the door and though. Was it Sherlock coming to apologise? He didn't have to. She didn't expect it anyway. But was it Sherlock? She looked through the peephole and bit her lip; half hoping it was the detective.

At her front door stood someone she was not expecting at all… at least, not by himself. Her eyebrows furrowed as she opened the door, a flustered John staring at her.

"Molly, hey. Erm, I just got a little worried… it being night and all… I- I just hoped you got home safely and that Sherlock didn't, you know, bother you too much," he stumbled out. God, this was not his area. He didn't want to have to apologise for Sherlock or watch out for his errors.

"It's alright, John. Thanks for your concern. I see you bailed on the movie, then."

"Unfortunately. And then I had to miss out on the dragon and these small men with hairy feet. John, I think we found where you belong. Book a plane ticket to New Zealand," a deep voice said from the stairs. Both Molly and John looked over to see the detective taking his time walking up. "Also, apologise to Molly for interrupting her evening. She'd rather be watching Glee right now than talking to us. Come along, John."

The detective turned around at the top stair and walked back down.

"Arsehole," John muttered before turning back to Molly. "Sorry about that. Anyway, I'm glad you're back safely. I was worried something had happened or we'd see your body at our next case."

Molly smiled at him and nodded. "Thank you for your concern, John. I'll keep safe."

John nodded at her before saying goodbye and rushing after Sherlock. Poor John Watson had small legs and had to make at least two strides to keep up with Sherlock's large ones.

A/N: Hey guys!

Just wanted to let you know that i posted something on fictionpress and I was rather happy with it [insert happy face here] so you should check it out! I have the same pen name (because I'm unoriginal).

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