Rain Washes Up Clean
Title: Rain Washes Up Clean / THE 7-DAY CHALLENGE #1
Author: misspopuri
Prompt #: 005. Rain
Fandom: Sherlock
Rating: PG-13
Character/Pairing: Sherlock/Molly
Warnings: Sexual Innuendo, nudity
Word count: 594
Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock, the BBC, nor am I in any way Steven Moffat.
Summary: Spoilers for The Reichenbach Fall, the reason why Sherlock came back to life and who helped him survive.
His ominous phone call the night before kept her awake longer than usual. Two cups of coffee with sugar in the morning made her jittery with nerves. It was the plan she was trained for to handle. A brief late afternoon rain drizzled onto the tarp that held the man’s lifeless corpse as the emergency technician wheeled it into the morgue.
It took all her strength to muster up the nerves to sign the release on the death certificate.
Sherlock Holmes, of 221B Baker Street, dead…
The attending, Molly Hooper, performed the autopsy. Confirmed that indeed, Sherlock Holmes, of Reichenbach Fame, was gone from this world, his thirty-three years were cut too short. Rain from the gutter splattered against the window as the news reporters filed out to report on the tragic events of this consulting detective.
Going to get her latest cup of coffee, Molly was going on twelve hours without sleep. It was raw nerves that kept her awake even without the caffeine perking her up. The untimely death of her friend kept her from putting her head down.
In returning to her station, she noticed a figure-his naked body, his back to her as he stared out the window. She gasped as she dropped her coffee cup on the floor in her rush to take off her lab coat and cover up the man standing nude in a public morgue. He didn’t say anything while she guided him back to a chair inside the laboratory.
Closing the door, she turned to face Sherlock, his private areas covered by her lab coat. She inhaled a breath before she spoke, “You gave me a fright, Sherlock.” Her exhale as she said this caused Sherlock’s head to turn now, he studied her for a few moments.
Then his attention went down to the crack at the bottom of the door, the coffee she spilled trying to keep Sherlock out of sight had slipped underneath it. Molly did not know what to make of this at first, but Sherlock replied, “How long was I out?”
Fighting the urge to smack him across the face, Molly took her retinal scanner from the counter and observed Sherlock’s pupils to make sure he was fully awake. His pupils dilated normally, and she could breathe easier still. She answered him finally, “You were gone for over twelve hours,” she paused, “it was enough time to announce your death to the local news and clear your name from the headlines.”
Silent as usual, Sherlock merely observed as Molly fidgeted around making sure he was really alright. His next question to her caught her off guard, “Could you keep John in the dark for the time being?”
“Why do you want to keep your one friend in the dark?”
Sherlock reached out to take Molly’s hand, squeezed it gently. His eyes seemed guilt-ridden and sad, he spoke morosely, “As my one friend, I need to be able to let him go once in a while.”
This emotion that Sherlock was showing surprised her; Molly gave him a soft smile as she brushed the dark curls of his hair off his forehead. While she did, she asked, “Where do you plan on laying low while you keep him in the dark?”
“Well, you’ve done such a good job hiding my schemes,” Sherlock began, with a grin at her, “you wouldn’t mind hiding one more, would you?”
A nervous flutter in her stomach made her smile widen at him, she said, “It’s no problem at all.”
There was no problem at all.
Author: misspopuri
Prompt #: 005. Rain
Fandom: Sherlock
Rating: PG-13
Character/Pairing: Sherlock/Molly
Warnings: Sexual Innuendo, nudity
Word count: 594
Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock, the BBC, nor am I in any way Steven Moffat.
Summary: Spoilers for The Reichenbach Fall, the reason why Sherlock came back to life and who helped him survive.
His ominous phone call the night before kept her awake longer than usual. Two cups of coffee with sugar in the morning made her jittery with nerves. It was the plan she was trained for to handle. A brief late afternoon rain drizzled onto the tarp that held the man’s lifeless corpse as the emergency technician wheeled it into the morgue.
It took all her strength to muster up the nerves to sign the release on the death certificate.
Sherlock Holmes, of 221B Baker Street, dead…
The attending, Molly Hooper, performed the autopsy. Confirmed that indeed, Sherlock Holmes, of Reichenbach Fame, was gone from this world, his thirty-three years were cut too short. Rain from the gutter splattered against the window as the news reporters filed out to report on the tragic events of this consulting detective.
Going to get her latest cup of coffee, Molly was going on twelve hours without sleep. It was raw nerves that kept her awake even without the caffeine perking her up. The untimely death of her friend kept her from putting her head down.
In returning to her station, she noticed a figure-his naked body, his back to her as he stared out the window. She gasped as she dropped her coffee cup on the floor in her rush to take off her lab coat and cover up the man standing nude in a public morgue. He didn’t say anything while she guided him back to a chair inside the laboratory.
Closing the door, she turned to face Sherlock, his private areas covered by her lab coat. She inhaled a breath before she spoke, “You gave me a fright, Sherlock.” Her exhale as she said this caused Sherlock’s head to turn now, he studied her for a few moments.
Then his attention went down to the crack at the bottom of the door, the coffee she spilled trying to keep Sherlock out of sight had slipped underneath it. Molly did not know what to make of this at first, but Sherlock replied, “How long was I out?”
Fighting the urge to smack him across the face, Molly took her retinal scanner from the counter and observed Sherlock’s pupils to make sure he was fully awake. His pupils dilated normally, and she could breathe easier still. She answered him finally, “You were gone for over twelve hours,” she paused, “it was enough time to announce your death to the local news and clear your name from the headlines.”
Silent as usual, Sherlock merely observed as Molly fidgeted around making sure he was really alright. His next question to her caught her off guard, “Could you keep John in the dark for the time being?”
“Why do you want to keep your one friend in the dark?”
Sherlock reached out to take Molly’s hand, squeezed it gently. His eyes seemed guilt-ridden and sad, he spoke morosely, “As my one friend, I need to be able to let him go once in a while.”
This emotion that Sherlock was showing surprised her; Molly gave him a soft smile as she brushed the dark curls of his hair off his forehead. While she did, she asked, “Where do you plan on laying low while you keep him in the dark?”
“Well, you’ve done such a good job hiding my schemes,” Sherlock began, with a grin at her, “you wouldn’t mind hiding one more, would you?”
A nervous flutter in her stomach made her smile widen at him, she said, “It’s no problem at all.”
There was no problem at all.