The Jack of All Trades {Sherlock Holmes}

Chapter One

In honor of Sherlock Season 4 tonight, I present to you,
The Jack Of All Trades
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Molly brought him in quite soon after she joined. Apparently the man was a regular there at Bart's, always doing experiments. Evelyn remembered clearly, the very first time she met the man.

1 Week Prior

"Molly, could I have, possibly, a severed finger? Actually, make that a few." Evelyn's eyes widened at the sudden forwardness of the man.

"What the bloody hell do you need a finger for?" Molly turned to the woman and shook her head. 'Don't ask.'

"It's for an experiment, surely you would know about them..." The man's voice trailed off as he looked at her. His eyes wandered her body and she felt exposed more in that moment, than she had in her entire time in America.

"Sherlock, please don't do it. She's new, we need her here."

"I would do it if I could, Molly," he started, "However, it appears that I... cannot."

"I'm sorry, cannot, what? And could you get your eyes off of me like that, it's rather uncomfortable," Evelyn muttered, turning back to the papers in front of her. She could hear Molly and the man named Sherlock discussing rapidly behind her. She caught only bits of the conversation.

"Why can't... deduce... something wrong..."

"No, Sherlock... nothing wrong... being... paranoid."

"Molly, could you come here for a moment? I need your help with this," Evelyn announced, and the whispers subsided. She handed the paper to Molly and looked at the man.

Judging from his facial structure, he was around 30, maybe 29. Quite good looking, sharp cheekbones, strong jawline. Unfortunately a smoker, sometimes using patches rather than the actual thing.

Evelyn looked away when she realized she was staring.

"-and sign here." Molly finished. Evelyn looked up, slightly startled that she hadn't been listening. "You weren't listening, were you?" Evelyn gave her a small smile before grabbing the paper back as Molly sighed.

Present

Evelyn opened the door to the lab, walking in to see 3 people. Sherlock, Mike, and a man she didn't know. She quickly saw the way the man carried himself, and saluted momentarily. Almost on autopilot, the man saluted back before a look of disbelief washed over his face.

"How did-... What?" Evelyn smiled at the man.

"Here's your coffee, Sherlock." She set it down and turned to the man as Sherlock replied, 'Ah, thank you Evelyn.'

"It's in the way you hold yourself. I was in the army for a little while as well, I'd recognize another soldier." The man blinked.

"Evelyn, what happened to the lipstick?"

"I didn't like the shade," Evelyn replied, looking at Sherlock.

"Pity. Your skin looks quite pale now." Evelyn made an exasperated face for a moment.

"Sherlock, that's my skin tone. I can't exactly help how tan I am."

"You could if you went outside more," he muttered quietly. Evelyn groaned at the same volume before heading towards the door. "And, Evelyn?" She turned back around.

"You got it right for once," he said, gesturing to the coffee. Evelyn squinted at him before turning to Mike.

"If this is a potential flatmate for Sherlock, you should probably mention the body parts," she whispered, watching Mike nod before she left, hearing Sherlock say, 'How do you feel about the violin?'

Evelyn walked back into the morgue, spying Molly taking off her own lipstick.

"Shame, I thought it was an improvement. Blah, blah, something along the lines of it made you look better," Evelyn mocked Sherlock, making Molly laugh when she looked to her.

"He would say something like that, wouldn't he?" Evelyn nodded, smiling sadly at the girl.

"You deserve someone so much better than him, Molly." Evelyn sat down across from Molly. "He's ignorant, arrogant, egotistical, and he can't see how wonderful you are, and that means he doesn't deserve you."

"I know, I do. I've tried to move on," Molly frowned. "But it seems I just can't." Evelyn patted the poor girl's shoulder lightly, feeling bad for her.