Hello again, Sherlolly lovers! I am so sorry it's been a while…but here we are with another dose of Sherlolly suga ;) Here we have a prompt from Kate who suggested the lyrics from The Saturdays' Issues. xx So without further ado, here's chapter 5… xx
Prompt - Issues
Molly Hooper sighed as she glanced into the mirror, ruffling her loose hair. I'm losing my mind. The reason Molly felt this way was because of one man: Sherlock Holmes. He had, once again, waltzed into her morgue looking perfect in every way possible and demanded something from her. Every day he did this and every day she was conflicted…she wanted to say no but how can she refuse him? She shook her head and entered the morgue, straightening her lab coat as she did, immediately melting once more when he shot her a genuine smile; John was in the cafeteria, clearly. She had promised herself she wasn't going to take in anymore. Molly didn't want him to stop coming in, she couldn't refuse him which is why she carried on saying 'yes' instead of listening to her mind.
Molly shook her head vigorously watching how his curly hair fell over his face and his deep blue eyes peered into the microscope. Damn, I wish I could resist you. As she watched him work, his fingers delicately turning the sides, Molly was torn between the conflicting feelings of wanting to slap him and wanting to grab and kiss him.
Sherlock kept her hanging on, kept her hoping for more but she knew it was useless. Then he was gone…she helped him fake his death and he disappeared to clear his name. Molly's love was emptied and wasted just like that. He had stayed for a little while, driving her mad with desire and rage…but all too soon he had gone. It would be one year until she would see him again and Molly's feelings had deteriorated or faded in anyway whatsoever. She had built a wall around her heart, alright, but the second he returned to the land of the living and met her brown eyes with his blue, the wall crumbled around her. They couldn't go on like this, neither of them. It was clear to both of them how much they had missed each other, how sorry he was for leaving her and how much Molly had missed him.
Why fight it if we can't hide it? Molly was asking herself this question over and over as she stood outside 221B Baker Street, debating whether or not to open the door. She smiled and shook her head. I like how things are…I don't want to ruin it. I've missed you, Sherlock Holmes and I want to show how much I am yours…but do you want my love. There it was again, the confusion she had…the illusion of love that she thought was in the flat and still conflicted over which way to go about it. Maybe I should just turn around and go home. Molly's thoughts were interrupted by the door to the flat opening and a tall figure stood with his arms folded, a smug look on his face. Molly rolled her eyes, tears falling down her happy face. Yes. I really don't know whether to slap you or kiss you.
Ok, I hope you liked that…I had trouble with this one because I am not really familiar with that song :/ Sorry if it was too one-sided but it felt to me like Molly's point of view :) I hope it wasn't too terrible ;) xx Thank you so much, the next one shouldn't take as long :D Please let me know what you thought and I'll be back with more Sherlolly goodness ;p Stay tuned, back soon xx