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Give a Little (BBC Sherlock, Molly/Eurus)
Title: Give a Little
Fandom: Sherlock
Pairing: Molly Hooper/Eurus Holmes
Rating: G
Prompt: 95, breath
Word Count: 984
Summary: Eurus does some legwork.
Warnings: No specific warnings, but some creepiness/manipulation because Eurus is Eurus. Implied sexual content.
Notes: I was actually surprised at first by how much I was into this pairing, but then I realized, of course I am. This is exactly my jam. Set sometime during s4e1.
"Is he ever going to love you, do you think?"
Molly spins around, her right hand reaching out for the wall to keep her steady. She hadn't realized anyone was in the morgue with her. It's evening and she's been here for hours, since just after the christening party. Sherlock and the Watsons had joined her for a quick test on a corpse's third toe before dashing off again, and Mike had dropped by to ask after her cat's health, but that's it. And now there's a woman in a lab coat sitting on one of their empty gurneys. She's pretty, a bit older than Molly, with a pink streak in her hair and more bracelets around her wrists than strictly allowed by lab protocol.
"Do you work here?" Molly asks, feeling a little rude. It's not like anyone who doesn't work here would be here at this hour. And the woman is wearing a lab coat.
The woman raises an eyebrow. "Ever since last week. I've been in the lab three times while you were around. You haven't even said hello."
Oh, god. It's been such a busy time, with babysitting and her cat and Sherlock not coming to the morgue nearly as much as he'd used to. "I'm so sorry. Hello. I'm Molly Hooper."
"I know, do keep up. You're the one in love with Sherlock Holmes." Her tone isn't accusing, and her legs are swinging up and down with a light air as she speaks, but the words feel like a cut anyway.
A week in the lab and the woman knows already. Molly's face feels like it's on fire. She's always been too quick to blush. She knows people talk about her—oh poor Molly, she's still in love with him, kinda creepy at this point, don't you think?—but mostly no one brings it up to her face. Except for Sherlock, because he's mean like that, and John, who tries to be nice about it but really fails. And now someone she doesn't even know.
"I—" Molly bites her lip. "That's none of your business."
"I like making things my business." Up and down her legs swing. "Besides, it's interesting. You're interesting. Much more interesting than lab work."
Molly isn't even sure what to say to that. She's not interesting. "Thank you?"
"You're his friend but also in love with him. Doesn't it get confusing, deciding which Molly to be?"
"I'm still his friend, all the time," Molly says, trying not to say much because it really isn't any of her business but failing utterly. "I'm— I'm just so bad at moving on, you see. I had a couple boyfriends and a fiancé, but it goes wrong every time. I guess I'm just stuck."
"You could do worse," the woman says.
"Do you really think so?" Molly asks, and she's not even being sarcastic. It's just, there's not much worse to go when you've been engaged to the man's clone without realizing the resemblance. She's even hit on John while Sherlock was dead. It was so silly, but she'd missed Sherlock so much, and John was there, and it turned out that John wasn't interested, of course. She could try something with Sherlock's older brother, she supposes. That would make things even worse.
The woman smiles, widely, and Molly doesn't get the joke. "You could do me."
Molly huffs. Who brings up Sherlock Holmes as a prelude to a pickup line? But she can't help but say, "Are you a criminal mastermind, serial killer, or have old ties to Sherlock?"
"You know what, I don't think I'll tell you. It'll keep the mystery alive for a bit."
Molly wonders if that's a red flag. She doesn't have to wonder about the way her heart beats just a little bit faster at the woman's words. Molly Hooper, red flag. But the woman's pretty and easy to talk to and interested and makes her breath catch a little.
"What's your name?" Molly asks.
The woman reaches out, takes her hand. "I'll tell you after coffee. And sex at your apartment. You look like you haven't gotten any in a while and my Christmas gift stopped working a while back."
"I don't put out on the first date," Molly says.
"Would you, with Sherlock?"
"No," Molly lies. Of course she would. She'd do nearly anything for a bit more of his time.
The woman's lip quirks. "You have to really mean it. Lying's no fun otherwise. I'll teach you better over coffee."
She jumps off of the gurney, still holding Molly's hand, and pulls her towards the door. It's too familiar, because they've only just met and she's already just tugging Molly along to wherever she wants her. Reminds her of another person.
"You're coming with me," the woman says, her words almost breezy enough to distract from the fact that she isn't asking.
Molly could easily pull out of her grip. It's not a very strong one, just a curl of the woman's fingers around her wrist, right over her pulse. It might be a little awkward when they see each other at work, but Molly's used to being awkward, and everyone else is used to ignoring her moments. She'd deal.
But it's been so long since she's been wanted for something more than babysitting duty or morgue samples.
"Yes, I'm coming," Molly decides.
She's rewarded by a brilliant smile.
It's beautiful in its own right, but Molly's disappointed in herself, because the smile reminds her so much of Sherlock's. Maybe this is her chance, she thinks, once again. Maybe she'll get over Sherlock and get on with her life and fall in love with someone who actually wants to get coffee with her, rather than asking her to get coffee for him.
She rather doubts it, but Euros seems passionate enough for the sex to be fantastic, at least.
Mod, may I have a Sherlock fandom tag? :)
Fandom: Sherlock
Pairing: Molly Hooper/Eurus Holmes
Rating: G
Prompt: 95, breath
Word Count: 984
Summary: Eurus does some legwork.
Warnings: No specific warnings, but some creepiness/manipulation because Eurus is Eurus. Implied sexual content.
Notes: I was actually surprised at first by how much I was into this pairing, but then I realized, of course I am. This is exactly my jam. Set sometime during s4e1.
"Is he ever going to love you, do you think?"
Molly spins around, her right hand reaching out for the wall to keep her steady. She hadn't realized anyone was in the morgue with her. It's evening and she's been here for hours, since just after the christening party. Sherlock and the Watsons had joined her for a quick test on a corpse's third toe before dashing off again, and Mike had dropped by to ask after her cat's health, but that's it. And now there's a woman in a lab coat sitting on one of their empty gurneys. She's pretty, a bit older than Molly, with a pink streak in her hair and more bracelets around her wrists than strictly allowed by lab protocol.
"Do you work here?" Molly asks, feeling a little rude. It's not like anyone who doesn't work here would be here at this hour. And the woman is wearing a lab coat.
The woman raises an eyebrow. "Ever since last week. I've been in the lab three times while you were around. You haven't even said hello."
Oh, god. It's been such a busy time, with babysitting and her cat and Sherlock not coming to the morgue nearly as much as he'd used to. "I'm so sorry. Hello. I'm Molly Hooper."
"I know, do keep up. You're the one in love with Sherlock Holmes." Her tone isn't accusing, and her legs are swinging up and down with a light air as she speaks, but the words feel like a cut anyway.
A week in the lab and the woman knows already. Molly's face feels like it's on fire. She's always been too quick to blush. She knows people talk about her—oh poor Molly, she's still in love with him, kinda creepy at this point, don't you think?—but mostly no one brings it up to her face. Except for Sherlock, because he's mean like that, and John, who tries to be nice about it but really fails. And now someone she doesn't even know.
"I—" Molly bites her lip. "That's none of your business."
"I like making things my business." Up and down her legs swing. "Besides, it's interesting. You're interesting. Much more interesting than lab work."
Molly isn't even sure what to say to that. She's not interesting. "Thank you?"
"You're his friend but also in love with him. Doesn't it get confusing, deciding which Molly to be?"
"I'm still his friend, all the time," Molly says, trying not to say much because it really isn't any of her business but failing utterly. "I'm— I'm just so bad at moving on, you see. I had a couple boyfriends and a fiancé, but it goes wrong every time. I guess I'm just stuck."
"You could do worse," the woman says.
"Do you really think so?" Molly asks, and she's not even being sarcastic. It's just, there's not much worse to go when you've been engaged to the man's clone without realizing the resemblance. She's even hit on John while Sherlock was dead. It was so silly, but she'd missed Sherlock so much, and John was there, and it turned out that John wasn't interested, of course. She could try something with Sherlock's older brother, she supposes. That would make things even worse.
The woman smiles, widely, and Molly doesn't get the joke. "You could do me."
Molly huffs. Who brings up Sherlock Holmes as a prelude to a pickup line? But she can't help but say, "Are you a criminal mastermind, serial killer, or have old ties to Sherlock?"
"You know what, I don't think I'll tell you. It'll keep the mystery alive for a bit."
Molly wonders if that's a red flag. She doesn't have to wonder about the way her heart beats just a little bit faster at the woman's words. Molly Hooper, red flag. But the woman's pretty and easy to talk to and interested and makes her breath catch a little.
"What's your name?" Molly asks.
The woman reaches out, takes her hand. "I'll tell you after coffee. And sex at your apartment. You look like you haven't gotten any in a while and my Christmas gift stopped working a while back."
"I don't put out on the first date," Molly says.
"Would you, with Sherlock?"
"No," Molly lies. Of course she would. She'd do nearly anything for a bit more of his time.
The woman's lip quirks. "You have to really mean it. Lying's no fun otherwise. I'll teach you better over coffee."
She jumps off of the gurney, still holding Molly's hand, and pulls her towards the door. It's too familiar, because they've only just met and she's already just tugging Molly along to wherever she wants her. Reminds her of another person.
"You're coming with me," the woman says, her words almost breezy enough to distract from the fact that she isn't asking.
Molly could easily pull out of her grip. It's not a very strong one, just a curl of the woman's fingers around her wrist, right over her pulse. It might be a little awkward when they see each other at work, but Molly's used to being awkward, and everyone else is used to ignoring her moments. She'd deal.
But it's been so long since she's been wanted for something more than babysitting duty or morgue samples.
"Yes, I'm coming," Molly decides.
She's rewarded by a brilliant smile.
It's beautiful in its own right, but Molly's disappointed in herself, because the smile reminds her so much of Sherlock's. Maybe this is her chance, she thinks, once again. Maybe she'll get over Sherlock and get on with her life and fall in love with someone who actually wants to get coffee with her, rather than asking her to get coffee for him.
She rather doubts it, but Euros seems passionate enough for the sex to be fantastic, at least.
Mod, may I have a Sherlock fandom tag? :)