Hey everyone. Sooo sorry that I am so late but the updates are gonna slow down, since I have my final exams coning here in India. I hope you like this chapter.
'What?!' she nearly bellowed. She was in a state of shock. That was it, shock and nothing else. But no answer came as Sherlock had already entered the house and was probably upstairs already. Yet, she just stood there, shocked.
'Molly, are you not coming up?' he called from the window. She had never seen him open it but now he did.
'I–I–' she stuttered.
'come up soon, because John will be coming back soon and he will count this as…well, not good.' He said simply and turned. Molly felt angry, yet she could not do much but go in, since she did not know what he'd do is she wouldn't.
She went in and up, flustered, shaking her head. He was already sitting in his chair, with his violin.
'why do want me here?' she asked.
'that is irrelevant.' He said finally.
She knew there was no pint in trying anymore so she said nothing but went to the door.
'Please don't try leaving because then I'd have to keep you here forcefully.' He drawled.
'I was not leaving. I am going to see Mrs. Hudson.'
'She's not here. Is it not obvious?' he asked sardonically.
'Ah, yes, is it not?' she asked sarcastically, looking at the filthy kitchen.
'Sit down, grab a book. And please be quiet, I need to think.' Declared he.
Molly was too annoyed to say something. She knew there was no point in arguing him, yet deep down she knew that whatever he was doing, it would have some reasonable purpose, though twisted. She could, therefore, do nothing but sit there and "grab a book".
Time passed, as Molly grew steadily uncomfortable holding a book and staring at it. It was funny and awkward knowing that they were all alone in the whole place. Adding to that, she was sitting with Sherlock Bloody Holmes. She was about to finish the shift her eyes to the second paragraph of the book, when he spoke.
'You know, I have always found it hard reading John's books. They are just too stupid but I am sure that you could at least get the first paragraph in twenty minutes.' Said he.
'I was–I' she was confused as usual. Sherlock merely smiled superiorly. She had reached the height of annoyance. He had made her uncomfortable enough and she felt completely maladroit. It was her turn now, she knew exactly what to do.
'Why don't I go and have a bath? I am rather tired.' She asked innocently.
'Yes do that, I have to think.' He said without much thought. Molly got up and went to bath. It was warm and de-stressing. She got out dried herself and padded to Sherlock's room. She mutedly dressed. This was going to be fun. She went out into the hall.
'Sherlock, do you want coffee?' she said just as innocently. He opened his eyes, yet the joined hands remained under the chin. Stunned. That was the word for the expression on his face. It was worth all the annoyance of that day. His eyes went up and down, scanning her, being more stupefied with each inch.
'Wh—you–' he stammered. His shirt was loose for her. And much too long. But she had selected the perfect color for herself. Blue. It fell much above her knees. Amazingly above. She had folded her sleeve so that her half arm could be seen. She looked so stunning that for a second Sherlock was numbed. He could feel his eyes widen
'I had nothing better to wear and those clothes would be pretty uncomfortable, if I am staying the night. don't you think?'
Sherlock knew that he could neither deny that it would not be comfortable in her clothes, and he could nor could he ask her to wear something else since she did not have any. Thus it would have to be either his or John's clothes. And he was not allowing her John's because…well John would not possibly like it. This flight of thought flew in seconds.
'Yes, yes, you may wear them.' He could not tell himself that he had not been as stunned as he had been since The Woman had walked nude in front of him. Molly could do that with a shirt on, what would happen when she…
'You did not say, do you want coffee?' she asked.
'I–uh–yes, bla—'
'Black with two sugars yes I know.' She nodded, smiled happily and turned and went into the filthy kitchen. she was busy working on coffee while Sherlock sat there contemplating on the events of that night.
'It was not very nice of me to get you like that in the middle of your date with caveman–I mean—Kaven.' He said as close as his voice could get to a sincere apology, as inwardly he was very happy that he did.
'then why did you?' she asked an edge of tease in her voice. Sherlock had been dreading this question.
'uh, I needed your help.' He said, not very convincingly.
'No you did not, you never need help Sherlock.'
'I—' he started but was interrupted by laughter from the door.
'great night it was Stamford. G'night.' John laughed. 'hey Sherlock. You are still up do we have a case? Cause if we do I'll make some coffee, I am—Molly?!'
'Uh, hi, John.' She said, a hint of awkwardness betrayed.
'Hi Molly, you are wearing Sherlock's shirt?' he said eyebrows high, looking from Sherlock to Molly and back again in unfaultable surprise.
Sherlock suddenly seemed too intent on looking at the things on the table to even give any expression. Molly on the other hand, well, side, just could not form a sentence.
'did you two-?' he started his voice rising an octave with bewilderment.
'No, John.' Sherlock said, the heavy voice oppressing the sudden excitement in the air.
'I just don't have anything else to wear and my clothes are pretty uncomfortable if I am staying the night.' She said, her voice as high as John's.
'You are staying the night?' John asked his head tilting to side.
'She needs a place to stay the night, since Mrs. Hudson did not want to me to break in anywhere when she left, I asked her to stay here.' Sherlock told him.
'Will you be sleeping on Sherlock's bed Molly or do you want mine?' he asked without any pun intended, but Sherlock did not think so.
'of course she'll be in my room. She is not sharing a bed with you.'
'I did not say that she would. I'd take the couch, you wuss.'
'Well she is going to take my bed and I shall have the couch, since I am not going to sleep. I have to think.' He said decisively.
'Alright. Well that is two women you've had on your bed Sherlock for past year. Good going I'd say.' He said sarcastically. This was where Molly looked up out of indignation.
'Wait someone—some women, has stayed here before? Like stayed the night on Sherlock's bed? Who?' She asked trying to hide her anger into curiosity.
'erm yeah.' He said and then added. 'And that's not any woman. It was The Women.' John emphasized, without knowing the repercussions. Sherlock finally looked up to give a wide eyed warning.
'John,' he slowly began but Molly asked sharply.
'The woman?'
'Irene Adler. You met her today I think.' And Sherlock could not regret John coming into the room more. Molly turned with a stiff "Oh." And brought the coffee and banged the cup on the table beside Sherlock.
'John, would you mind sleeping in Sherlock's room? I'll take yours. Please.' She added.
'Yes, sure.' Though not sure why she was doing that.
Molly turned and wen to John room.
'what—?' John asked shaking his head.
'oh, Just leave!' Growled the detective.
He has a lot to make up for I guess. Tell me how you all like it.