Hey hey hey! Another chapter out, and in less time. Yippee! This chapter is a bit of a light filler in between to tide you guys over while I ponder how Sherlock should ask Irene out. I tried to be funny here, but if I'm not, no judging. So, without further ado, I present to you: Sherlock Holmes trying to be nice.
I strode into Molly’s
morgue like I usually did, but with very different emotions in my heart than I
usually did. Not that I had usually had emotions, but….
“Hello, Molly. How are
you doing today?”
“Go away Sherlock.
There are no body parts for you here today.”
“No, I was wondering…”
“The microscope is
over there, like it usually is.” Molly waved her hand in the vague direction of
the microscope before returning to her work.
“He died of liver
cancer. Heavy smoker and drinker, frequented at the pub near Baker Street .”
“Thank you, Sherlock.”
Molly’s tone was uncertain, as she put her head to the side and wondered why I
wasn’t at the microscope already.
“But no, the microscope
is not why I’m here. I was wondering; it’s your lunch break soon, so would you like
to go have some coffee with me? I… um… have to talk to you. It’s about… Ms.
Adler.”
“Sherlock? Are you um…
alright in there? Do you… need to lie down or something? Are you Sherlock? Um… what am I
saying… or course you are. You’re just drunk? No… you don’t drink… And why
would you want to talk to me about Ms. Adler?” Molly seemed to be talking to
herself at the end of it.
“I’m fine, Molly. Just
meet me upstairs in 5 minutes, ready to go.”
I left the morgue,
practically feeling Molly’s confusion.
In 5 minutes, Molly
was upstairs with her jacket.
“Good. Very punctual.
Let’s go.”
I swept out the door
without waiting for her to follow me. Molly ran up beside me, jogging to keep
pace.
“Sherlock, why do you
want to talk to me about Irene Adler?”
“You’ll see. Don’t
make this any more difficult than it has to be.”
“Sherlock…?”
“Just… here, get in
the cab.” I opened the door for her, and
then climbed in after.
“Teashop, please.” The
cabbie nodded and drove in that direction.
I got out my phone and
texted John.
Being nice to
Molly. Taking her out
for coffee. Will
explain current…
situation. Have fun
at work.
-SH
Within seconds, John
replied:
Yeah, yeah. Just
don’t say anything
mean to Molly or I
will punch you.
Have fun explaining
your ‘chemical
imbalance.’
-JW
How typical of John.
Just then, the cabbie arrived at Teashop. We both climbed out. I paid the
cabbie and sent him on his way. Once we were both seated and had ordered, the
questioning began.
“Ok, why am I here,
Sherlock?”
“So I can explain
something quite… extraordinary to you. As my friend, you deserve to know.”
“What did John feed
you? Me, your friend? Really?”
“Yes, really. Now stop
the interrogation and just… listen to me.” I took a deep breath, preparing
myself to be… laughed at.
“I think, my dear
Molly, that I have… fallen in love with Irene Adler.” Rushing the last few words, I hoped that she
would take me seriously and not… laugh as John had.
Molly burst out
laughing.
“Stop laughing!
There’s nothing funny!” Oh, where was my
harpoon when I needed it?
“The great Sherlock
Holmes, falling in love! Who would’ve known? I-“ But whatever she was going to
say was cut off by her chortling.
“Please take me
seriously. Look, I’m even being nice and everything!” Molly finally calmed down.
“Well, if you’re being
serious, then this is wonderful! You two will be so good together! Your
personalities fit, and everything!”
“I’m glad you approve.
Do you think you could… um… help me? But if it’s too much trouble, you don’t
have too.” The request tumbled out of my mouth at top speed. I was
uncharacteristically nervous.
“Nonsense! I’d help
you even if all the bodies at the morgue were my responsibility. Now, when you
finally pluck up the courage to ask her to dinner, I’ll tell you what to wear.
And-“ But I cut off her rant.
“What do you mean,
pluck up the courage?”
“Just what I said. You
have the courage to deliberately put yourself in danger to solve a case, but
you won’t call or text Irene, asking her to dinner. How is this logical
as you would say?”
“I- um- not the same…”
I mumbled something incoherent and took a gulp of my coffee. The burning liquid
filled my mouth and scathed my tongue. I swallowed and gasped.
Molly looked at me
like I suddenly grew another head.
“Irene must’ve really
changed you. The Sherlock I knew would never have burned himself with his own
coffee. Or take me to coffee, for that matter. I think you’ve become positively
human.”
Author's Note:
So, if I wasn’t
funny, don’t blame me. I try, okay? And
if I was funny, yippee! Goal achieved. Let me know about what you think by
filling the box below. Oh, and I’m accepting suggestions about how Sherlock
should ask out Irene: Text, call, or face-to-face. I’ll let you know the
results at the end of next chapter.
Peace, Love and Baby Ducks,
Wendy KL/vivagreen
