Bucky5 ooooo shortening the hem! Oooooo that's goood that's really a good one! Ugh there are so many things to do to him! I have so many of things planned for him! *evil grinning*
The-Scorpio-Holmes-Sister-221B Whoa! Calm down! Yes! He will suffer! I'll make him suffer don't worry! All in good time!
Thankyou for reading each & everyone of you! I'm so glad that everyone likes the fanfic till now!
Also, I think I forgot to mention in the earlier chapters, I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS AT ALL! NONE! Although I wish I did own Sherlock...mmm...*coughs* I mean who doesn't? Right...? :/ x ;D
Chapter Six
Molly stood frozen with her back to the wall. She raised a shivering hand up to her hair & touched the rough edges. Seems like there is something he really can't do. She blinked repeatedly, as she tried to get a hold on herself. She breathed in deeply & walked into the bathroom. She examined her haircut. It looked like a cross between a bob & feathered hair. She bit her lip & fought back the curses dancing on her tongue as she got into the shower to...scrub her hair. Who scrubs their hair! She scowled & stood under the warm water & yes, scrubbed her hair till all the gooey crumbly mess was washed away.
She walked out of the bathroom when she was done & walked towards the stairs.
"Goodnight, Sherlock", she mumbled when she walked past him, earning a concerned frown from him. Before he could say anything, she ran up the stairs into her new bedroom & slammed the door shut loudly.
GREAT, NOW SHE'S MAKING ME FEEL GUILTY – SH
YOU SHOULD AND GO APOLOGISE, IDIOT – JW
ARE YOU SURE THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH ANY TRUTH OR DARE GAME BETWEEN YOU AND YOUR MRS? – SH
WHAT?! NO OF COURSE NOT. NO NO. – JW
Sherlock scowled at the text message & whimpered when his nose hurt again. He sighed & placed his phone on the table. Apology time. He stretched his back & walked to the stairs, looked up at the landing & made a face. Fine. He quietly climbed the stairs & knocked on her door, lightly.
"Molly?", he whispered through the door.
No answer.
"Molly, you did hurt my nose you know? It still hurts a lot. And it's the single most good thing on my face…but what I did still isn't justifiable so…"
Still no answer.
"…so, I'm sorry", he murmured. Sherlock barely had time to blink or breathe when the door swung open, revealing & scowling, tiny Molly. That haircut suits her better. He smirked at her haircut, "Hello."
"What did you say?", she narrowed her eyes at her, making him roll his eyes in response.
"I said…I am sorry", he leaned down & enunciated, "Better now?"
"Yes, much", she grinned & slammed the door in his face, followed my loud painful howling when the door making contact with his nose.
It was almost past two o'clock in the morning when she peaked into the living room. All clear. Molly tip-toed into the living room & found what she was looking for. Bloody Belstaff. Perfect. Then she went into the kitchen & retrieved a lighter, water spray gun & a silver, hollow, cylindrical piece of metal & took the two equipments with the Belstaff to her room.
She placed the Belstaff on the floor & sat with the equipments beside her on the floor. She spread the Belstaff & placed the metal two inches below the back belt of the coat. She carefully sprayed water around the circular metal, till the area around the metal was drenched. She then carefully flicked the lighter on & dipped the flame into the cylinder, all the while grinning like a maniac.
"Oh don't worry, Mike, it's fine. He's a child after all. He gets whiny when I don't listen to him and all", she grinned at her boss in the morgue. Mike had been gotten very pissed when he found out the reason for Molly's outrageous haircut.
"Molly Hooper!", the baritone boomed in the morgue & the morgue doors flew open to a very flustered & angry looking Sherlock, followed by a red, laughing, John Watson.
"You behave yourself, Sherlock. This is my morgue & you behave here", Mike resonated.
"Behave? Behave?!", Sherlock scowled at Mike & leaned down till his angry nose was inches from him, "Do you have the slightest clue what she…", he pointed at Molly, who was trying her hardest to control her giggling, "…has done?!"
"Ok, fine. What has she done?"
"According to him, ruined his image", John piped before roaring with laughter.
"John Watson, I wi-but first! I have to deal with Molly", he scowled & stepped towards her.
"But wh-what…", she tried asking, & burst into a fit of giggles again.
"What exactly are you two laughin-", Mike asked with confusion & as if in answer to his question, Sherlock turned to reveal two big holes in his Belstaff, showing off his trouser's butt.
"Ooooo!", Mike managed to speak & guffawed.
"You….!", Sherlock pointed his finger at the heartily giggling Molly & with one swift motion of his seared coat, he was out the morgue, marching away to 221B, Baker Street.
Did you like it? Is anyone feeling better?! Molly just destroyed Sherlock's "thing" which made him look TALLER, & COOL & MYSTERIOUS with his CHEEKBONES &, now all it does is show his BUTT CHEEKS through his STRAINED trousers! Oh dear! *faints*
Hope you enjoyed it! Review please! x :)