Sherlolly One Shots

John's Plan

"John, what are you suggesting?"

Molly was stunned. She'd never heard such a ridiculous drunken monologue in her life. And she definitely didn't expect to hear it from John Watson at 2 am in his kitchen.

"I think you know, Molly." He wagged a finger at her after tapping his temples.

Molly had to resist the urge to drag her hand down her face. She wasn't even meant to be awake. 10 minutes ago she was fast asleep, tucked up in John's spare room with the noise of Rosie's soft snoring seeping through the baby monitor. If she hadn't decided to get a glass of water after a 10 second deliberation at the top of the stairs, she'd still be in bed. More than that, if she hadn't gotten out of bed to go to loo in the first place, she'd still be asleep. Instead she was here, leaning against John Watson's granite kitchen worktop, cradling her glass of water and watching a drunk man stumble around his own kitchen. When she agreed to look after Rosie so that John could go out for a drink with a few mates, she did not expect him to return in this ... state.

"Molly, I am telling you ..." he swayed a bit and braced himself on the chair, "Shhhh-Sherlock Holmes is crazy about you. Has been for a while. And this plan will make him see that!"

"I wouldn't call it a plan, John. I'd call it lunacy." She laughed at his drunken scowl (which was more of a pout), before shoving her glass into his hand, "Here, take this. Go upstairs and go to bed. Hopefully you won't remember this tomorrow."

She watched as he stumbled away, somehow miraculously managing not to spill the water. Molly grabbed herself another glass and poured herself some more before plonking herself down on the chair. There was no way she was getting back to sleep any time soon with John Watson's declarations swirling around her head. She still couldn't believe what he'd proposed when he walked through the door.

"I say, I say, we pretend!"

"Pretend?"

"Yes! We pretend to be a couple, I'll pretend to be madly falling for you, and Sherlock will get so so so so jealous! He'll do everything to stop me from getting you because he's CRAZY about you!!"

"John." 

"No no no no," he put a hand up to her face, "don't give me any of that! He loves you and you know it!" He studied her quizzical, confused face. "Well, maybe you don't ... but I do!! It was obvious that day on the phone but it was even obvious before that, Molly!"

She had winced at John's mention of the phone call. Even after it all, after Sherlock's explanation and Molly's understanding and an agreement between them both to just move past it - even after all of that, it still stung. But that wasn't Molly's focus right now, her focus was John's words. Did he really believe Sherlock loved her? Had he really concocted this huge plan? And more than that, did he really think it would work? Despite herself, Molly felt a little spark in her heart, a little flicker of hope. A flicker that was quickly dampened by the fact that she was right, John probably wouldn't remember it in the morning.

***

Molly came down the next morning to find John sat at the table and little Rosie toddling around the floor and kicking around some toys (she'd recently discovered the power of her feet). Molly had to stifle a giggle at the clearly hungover doctor who had his head in his hands and a huge cup of coffee in front of him. She tried to be as quiet as possible as she refilled her glass of water and sat across from him at the table.

"Morning, sunshine." She whispered at him, she received a groan in return. "That bad, huh?"

"Yes." He groaned again and rubbed his eyes, "Greg had a bright idea of buying a whole tray of shots only to find he didn't like the taste. And neither did anyone else. But of course we can't waste money so old numnuts here drank the whole lot."