It Starts Here
Title: It Starts Here
Author: Ach Eloise
Word Count: 1816
Rating: Sweet
Characters/Pairings: Sherlock/Molly
Warnings: None
Summary: A prompt from rachel4revenge “Sherlock/Molly! Going with the theory that he /did/ fall, but his not-dead body was replaced with an actual corpse, give us a post-fall snippet wherein she helps him into the hospital secretly and tends his wounds. :D”
Authors Note: I like prompts! Give me prompts! Sherlock/Molly or Sherlock/Moriarty OR Sherlock/Moriarty/Moran :D
It Starts Here
'Hold still.'
'Ow!'
'I said hold still.' Molly grumbled, an alcoholic wipe in one hand and Sherlock's bloody raven curlsr in the other, she wasn't holding hard, just enough to pull it back away from his bleeding temple 'I need to clean this up a bit before I can sew it, you weren't supposed to hit the ground that hard, I still don't know how you fell off of the trampoline thing the others set up.'
'Trampoline, Molly. Trampoline. I bounced off the damned thing.' Sherlock grumbled, he was perched on a stool, or rather, he would be if he were anyone else, as it happened his feet were planted firmly on the ground, his legs were just that long.
'Well better than falling six flights and landing on the pavement.' Molly said quietly.
Sherlock sighed heavily, it was cold down here, even with his coat. Molly didn't seem to mind, but then she worked in a morge all day 'You're sure no one will find us down here?'
'No one ever comes down into the basement of the morgue.' Molly said 'Everyone avoids it down here, they think it's scary.' she put down the alcoholic wipe and picked out a fresh one, rubbing at the cut carefully.
Sherlock glanced around at the white walls, the metal tables, despite the fact that it was decked out almost as well as the rest of the hospital there were theories that ghosts haunted the basement, and so everyone avoided it, apparently.
They hadn't been completely wrong though, there was one ghost down here, but he wouldn't be staying for long, he had to move on.
'It's not scary.' Molly said 'I like it down here, it's quiet, it's a good place to work.'
Sherlock stared up at her as she cleaned the cut on his head, he really wished he hadn't hit his head on the curb, this was going to ache for weeks, and after being almost knocked unconscious Molly had had to help him into the hospital before John had a chance to run around the building and come accross them both.
They had hurried in through a side door, Molly had supported him and helped him down into the basement while her friends and co-workers played the part upstairs, finding a body to take Sherlock's place, the body that Molly had earlier prepared, to look perfectly like Sherlock.
'The extra blood was clever.' Sherlock said quietly.
'Well I couldn't rely on you smacking your head on the concrete now could I?' Molly asked grumpily 'Please hold still.'
Sherlock gave a heavy sigh and tried to stay as still as he could while Molly cleaned the blood away from the cut on his temple, making it sting, he was grateful though, he'd never been good at taking care of himself, having a doctor as a flatmate had saved him from nasty scars a couple of times.
Molly finished cleaning the wound, she prepared the needle and thread, looping the wirey thread through, focused, she pulled a hairclip from her hair and clipped Sherlock's fringe back so she could get to the wound without his hair getting in the way, she started sewing up the cut, noticing Sherlock's jaw tensing, he was gritting his teeth against the pain.
'I underestimated you, Molly.' Sherlock said quietly after a few minutes 'I'd never really noticed you before, and then you said those things in the lab, and... and I finally saw you. And then I asked so much of you and you gave me everything I needed without asking why.'
'Of course.' Molly said softly, concentrating hard on what she was doing 'That's what you do for those you love.'
Sherlock was quiet for a few more minutes, Molly finished sewing him up, she gave him a quick smile as she cleaned up 'How long have you loved me?'
'When did we meet?' Molly asked.
Sherlock frowned at her 'Why?'
'Because I didn't believe in love at first sight until I saw you.' Molly said, turning to look at him and blushing 'Listen, I... I don't like this, I don't like this decision you've made, disapearing until this all blows over but... I want you to know, whatever is said about you, I'll always be on your side.'
'You'd love me no matter what.' Sherlock said, giving her a patronising smile.
Molly nodded, smiling shyly, she hadn't missed the smile, she chose to ignore it, as she usually did 'The shower is just through that door.' she pointed 'And I've brought some clothes for you, they're beside the sink in there. I hope they're alright.'
Sherlock nodded 'Thank you, Molly.'
'Go and wash the blood out of your hair.' Molly smiled sadly 'I'll clean up here.'
Sherlock stood and turned, walking towards the door, he glanced back just in time to see Molly's first tears, he walked away through the door, leaving her to cry.
-
'Molly!' Sherlock called.
Molly looked up from the floor, she hopped off of the side of the metal table that she'd been sitting on and walked to the door of the bathroom 'Do the clothes fit okay?'
'I don't know yet, can you come in?'
Molly pushed the door open and peered in 'Oh!' she hid behind the door, much too shy and blushing bright pink 'You're-you're only wearing a towel-'
'Yes.' Sherlock said, as if it was obvious, and to be perfectly honest it was quite obvious, he had a towel wrapped around his waist, his skin was still wet from the shower and the bathroom was foggy with warm air 'Could you come in, please?'
Molly stepped inside, closing the door to behind her 'What's wrong?'
Sherlock closed the distance between them, so that they were stood close, he put his hands on Molly's hips and leaned down, kissing her softly on the lips.
As soon as the surprise passed Molly kissed back, and Sherlock deepened the kiss, pulling her close, rubbing his tongue against hers, she was kissing him so hard she was almost bruising her lips, but it was a good kind of pain.
They broke apart not long later, Molly stared up at Sherlock, her eyes wide, full of wanting. Sherlock stared down at her sadly, because despite how much he wanted this, despite how much he wanted to stay, he'd only just noticed Molly, he'd only just really seen her and now he wanted her, despite this... he had to leave. To disapear.
'Sorry.' Sherlock breathed 'I'm sorry, Molly.'
Molly nodded, staring down at the tiled floor, it was wet beneath her feet, Sherlock's hair was dripping.
'I think this is what people call bad timing.' Sherlock said 'If I didn't need to go...'
Molly nodded again, when she looked back up at him there were tears on her cheeks, Sherlock rubbed them away gently with his thumb, his eyes staring into hers, she looked so innocent, he just wanted to wrap himself around her and keep her safe, because she might be in danger now, she was the only one who knew the truth. Yes, her friends had helped, some knew Sherlock wasn't really dead, but they didn't know where he was going, or why, or what he planned to do.
'I'll see you again soon.' he said softly, he wanted to see her again soon 'You're the only one who knows, Molly. No one else can know.'
'You can trust me.' Molly said shakily 'I... Sherlock?' she whispered 'You can stay with me, in my flat, you wouldn't have to-'
'You know I can't do that.' Sherlock said 'Your flat, Baker Street and Lestrade's house will no doubt he watched, just in case. Don't pretend to be stupid, you're not.' he took Molly's hands in his 'I will see you again soon.' he gave her a brave smile 'You can buy me dinner.'
Molly smiled, staring up at him through the tears, he'd given her some hope 'That sounds good.'
Sherlock nodded 'Right, I need to get dressed.'
'Right!' Molly said, blushing, and hurried back out of the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
-
Sherlock stepped out of the bathroom not long later, brushing down his new clothes, blue jeans worn out at the knees, a t-shirt, a black jacket not as long as his last but just as warm, and black boots to match, and lastly a big thick ragged scarf, a square of fabric that had been folded into a triangle and wrapped around his neck, the jacket had a big hood, too, and he pulled it up, his face falling into shadows.
'Do they all fit okay?' Molly asked, looking him up and down, he looked as handsome and gorgeous as ever.
'Perfectly.' Sherlock said 'Well done, Molly.' and he meant it, no patronising.
Molly smiled 'Hopefully now you can blend in with the rest of us ordinary people.'
Sherlock smiled sadly, remembering Moriarty's last words 'Yes.' he pulled the hood back down 'Can you take care of my clothes?'
Molly nodded 'Of course.' she knew exactly what she'd do with them, she'd wash them all and keep them in the back of her wardrobe, bring them out and breathe them in when she was alone and sad and missing him, not that she'd ever let him know.
Sherlock walked over to her, she was sitting on the edge of the metal table again, her legs dangling, her hands in her lap. He stood between her knees, his hands on her thighs 'You're so much braver than I thought you were.'
'You already said you underestimated me.' Molly said.
'Too many times.' Sherlock said softly 'I see you now, Molly Hooper.'
'It's about time.' Molly nodded.
'I need to go.'
'Goodbye, Sherlock.' Molly said quietly 'And I'll see you again soon. You have the mobile I gave you?'
'Yes.' Sherlock smiled, he kissed the top of Molly's head 'I'll always be close by.' he leaned back and gave her an encouraging smile 'Keep safe, and keep the secret.'
'You have my word.' Molly said softly with a sad smile.
Sherlock gave her one back, he turned, looking just as upset, and walked out of the basement, away towards the stairs and the street, pulling the hood up over his head to hide his face as best as possible as the door swung shut behind him, and he was gone.
Molly closed her eyes 'And my heart.'
Author: Ach Eloise
Word Count: 1816
Rating: Sweet
Characters/Pairings: Sherlock/Molly
Warnings: None
Summary: A prompt from rachel4revenge “Sherlock/Molly! Going with the theory that he /did/ fall, but his not-dead body was replaced with an actual corpse, give us a post-fall snippet wherein she helps him into the hospital secretly and tends his wounds. :D”
Authors Note: I like prompts! Give me prompts! Sherlock/Molly or Sherlock/Moriarty OR Sherlock/Moriarty/Moran :D
It Starts Here
'Hold still.'
'Ow!'
'I said hold still.' Molly grumbled, an alcoholic wipe in one hand and Sherlock's bloody raven curlsr in the other, she wasn't holding hard, just enough to pull it back away from his bleeding temple 'I need to clean this up a bit before I can sew it, you weren't supposed to hit the ground that hard, I still don't know how you fell off of the trampoline thing the others set up.'
'Trampoline, Molly. Trampoline. I bounced off the damned thing.' Sherlock grumbled, he was perched on a stool, or rather, he would be if he were anyone else, as it happened his feet were planted firmly on the ground, his legs were just that long.
'Well better than falling six flights and landing on the pavement.' Molly said quietly.
Sherlock sighed heavily, it was cold down here, even with his coat. Molly didn't seem to mind, but then she worked in a morge all day 'You're sure no one will find us down here?'
'No one ever comes down into the basement of the morgue.' Molly said 'Everyone avoids it down here, they think it's scary.' she put down the alcoholic wipe and picked out a fresh one, rubbing at the cut carefully.
Sherlock glanced around at the white walls, the metal tables, despite the fact that it was decked out almost as well as the rest of the hospital there were theories that ghosts haunted the basement, and so everyone avoided it, apparently.
They hadn't been completely wrong though, there was one ghost down here, but he wouldn't be staying for long, he had to move on.
'It's not scary.' Molly said 'I like it down here, it's quiet, it's a good place to work.'
Sherlock stared up at her as she cleaned the cut on his head, he really wished he hadn't hit his head on the curb, this was going to ache for weeks, and after being almost knocked unconscious Molly had had to help him into the hospital before John had a chance to run around the building and come accross them both.
They had hurried in through a side door, Molly had supported him and helped him down into the basement while her friends and co-workers played the part upstairs, finding a body to take Sherlock's place, the body that Molly had earlier prepared, to look perfectly like Sherlock.
'The extra blood was clever.' Sherlock said quietly.
'Well I couldn't rely on you smacking your head on the concrete now could I?' Molly asked grumpily 'Please hold still.'
Sherlock gave a heavy sigh and tried to stay as still as he could while Molly cleaned the blood away from the cut on his temple, making it sting, he was grateful though, he'd never been good at taking care of himself, having a doctor as a flatmate had saved him from nasty scars a couple of times.
Molly finished cleaning the wound, she prepared the needle and thread, looping the wirey thread through, focused, she pulled a hairclip from her hair and clipped Sherlock's fringe back so she could get to the wound without his hair getting in the way, she started sewing up the cut, noticing Sherlock's jaw tensing, he was gritting his teeth against the pain.
'I underestimated you, Molly.' Sherlock said quietly after a few minutes 'I'd never really noticed you before, and then you said those things in the lab, and... and I finally saw you. And then I asked so much of you and you gave me everything I needed without asking why.'
'Of course.' Molly said softly, concentrating hard on what she was doing 'That's what you do for those you love.'
Sherlock was quiet for a few more minutes, Molly finished sewing him up, she gave him a quick smile as she cleaned up 'How long have you loved me?'
'When did we meet?' Molly asked.
Sherlock frowned at her 'Why?'
'Because I didn't believe in love at first sight until I saw you.' Molly said, turning to look at him and blushing 'Listen, I... I don't like this, I don't like this decision you've made, disapearing until this all blows over but... I want you to know, whatever is said about you, I'll always be on your side.'
'You'd love me no matter what.' Sherlock said, giving her a patronising smile.
Molly nodded, smiling shyly, she hadn't missed the smile, she chose to ignore it, as she usually did 'The shower is just through that door.' she pointed 'And I've brought some clothes for you, they're beside the sink in there. I hope they're alright.'
Sherlock nodded 'Thank you, Molly.'
'Go and wash the blood out of your hair.' Molly smiled sadly 'I'll clean up here.'
Sherlock stood and turned, walking towards the door, he glanced back just in time to see Molly's first tears, he walked away through the door, leaving her to cry.
-
'Molly!' Sherlock called.
Molly looked up from the floor, she hopped off of the side of the metal table that she'd been sitting on and walked to the door of the bathroom 'Do the clothes fit okay?'
'I don't know yet, can you come in?'
Molly pushed the door open and peered in 'Oh!' she hid behind the door, much too shy and blushing bright pink 'You're-you're only wearing a towel-'
'Yes.' Sherlock said, as if it was obvious, and to be perfectly honest it was quite obvious, he had a towel wrapped around his waist, his skin was still wet from the shower and the bathroom was foggy with warm air 'Could you come in, please?'
Molly stepped inside, closing the door to behind her 'What's wrong?'
Sherlock closed the distance between them, so that they were stood close, he put his hands on Molly's hips and leaned down, kissing her softly on the lips.
As soon as the surprise passed Molly kissed back, and Sherlock deepened the kiss, pulling her close, rubbing his tongue against hers, she was kissing him so hard she was almost bruising her lips, but it was a good kind of pain.
They broke apart not long later, Molly stared up at Sherlock, her eyes wide, full of wanting. Sherlock stared down at her sadly, because despite how much he wanted this, despite how much he wanted to stay, he'd only just noticed Molly, he'd only just really seen her and now he wanted her, despite this... he had to leave. To disapear.
'Sorry.' Sherlock breathed 'I'm sorry, Molly.'
Molly nodded, staring down at the tiled floor, it was wet beneath her feet, Sherlock's hair was dripping.
'I think this is what people call bad timing.' Sherlock said 'If I didn't need to go...'
Molly nodded again, when she looked back up at him there were tears on her cheeks, Sherlock rubbed them away gently with his thumb, his eyes staring into hers, she looked so innocent, he just wanted to wrap himself around her and keep her safe, because she might be in danger now, she was the only one who knew the truth. Yes, her friends had helped, some knew Sherlock wasn't really dead, but they didn't know where he was going, or why, or what he planned to do.
'I'll see you again soon.' he said softly, he wanted to see her again soon 'You're the only one who knows, Molly. No one else can know.'
'You can trust me.' Molly said shakily 'I... Sherlock?' she whispered 'You can stay with me, in my flat, you wouldn't have to-'
'You know I can't do that.' Sherlock said 'Your flat, Baker Street and Lestrade's house will no doubt he watched, just in case. Don't pretend to be stupid, you're not.' he took Molly's hands in his 'I will see you again soon.' he gave her a brave smile 'You can buy me dinner.'
Molly smiled, staring up at him through the tears, he'd given her some hope 'That sounds good.'
Sherlock nodded 'Right, I need to get dressed.'
'Right!' Molly said, blushing, and hurried back out of the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
-
Sherlock stepped out of the bathroom not long later, brushing down his new clothes, blue jeans worn out at the knees, a t-shirt, a black jacket not as long as his last but just as warm, and black boots to match, and lastly a big thick ragged scarf, a square of fabric that had been folded into a triangle and wrapped around his neck, the jacket had a big hood, too, and he pulled it up, his face falling into shadows.
'Do they all fit okay?' Molly asked, looking him up and down, he looked as handsome and gorgeous as ever.
'Perfectly.' Sherlock said 'Well done, Molly.' and he meant it, no patronising.
Molly smiled 'Hopefully now you can blend in with the rest of us ordinary people.'
Sherlock smiled sadly, remembering Moriarty's last words 'Yes.' he pulled the hood back down 'Can you take care of my clothes?'
Molly nodded 'Of course.' she knew exactly what she'd do with them, she'd wash them all and keep them in the back of her wardrobe, bring them out and breathe them in when she was alone and sad and missing him, not that she'd ever let him know.
Sherlock walked over to her, she was sitting on the edge of the metal table again, her legs dangling, her hands in her lap. He stood between her knees, his hands on her thighs 'You're so much braver than I thought you were.'
'You already said you underestimated me.' Molly said.
'Too many times.' Sherlock said softly 'I see you now, Molly Hooper.'
'It's about time.' Molly nodded.
'I need to go.'
'Goodbye, Sherlock.' Molly said quietly 'And I'll see you again soon. You have the mobile I gave you?'
'Yes.' Sherlock smiled, he kissed the top of Molly's head 'I'll always be close by.' he leaned back and gave her an encouraging smile 'Keep safe, and keep the secret.'
'You have my word.' Molly said softly with a sad smile.
Sherlock gave her one back, he turned, looking just as upset, and walked out of the basement, away towards the stairs and the street, pulling the hood up over his head to hide his face as best as possible as the door swung shut behind him, and he was gone.
Molly closed her eyes 'And my heart.'