You've Always Counted, Molly Hooper (Sherlolly)

Chapter 1

 {Molly's pov}

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" I asked Sherlock, trying to keep up with his quick pace.

"Of course it is." He replied, not looking at me. "Why, is something wrong?"

"Yes, well, John may not - "

Sherlock interrupted me, "John will be fine, won't even know what hit him. Just act natural." He gave me a quick smile. "This way."

Sherlock took a sharp left, leading me down an oddly empty road.

"Mind telling me where we're going?" I questioned.

"You'll know when we get there."

I decided not to ask anymore questions. Knowing Sherlock, he probably wouldn't bother answering them anyways.

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"Sherlock! Try that on me again, and I will kill you!" John's voice echoed through the flat.

I stood next to Sherlock, not exactly sure how to respond.

"Oh lighten up John it was for a case." Sherlock rolled his eyes.

"No, no that's what you said last time Sherlock. I'm not your guinea pig, I'm an actual human with actual human senses, and I don't know about you, but I don't appreciate being tested on, without knowing!" John rubbed his temples and started pacing.

Mrs. Hudson peeped her head into the doorway. "What's going on up here dear? I could here you from downstairs."

"Not now, Mrs. H." John snapped.

Sherlock spoke up again, "Now's not really the best time. John doesn't seem to be in a good mood."

"Yes. Right." John pointed a finger at Sherlock. "I'm not in a good mood. Do you want to know why? Because I was hit with a tranquilizer dart and woke up strapped to a bloody table. That would put anyone in a bad mood!"

"Yes, well you weren't exactly supposed to wake up for another half hour."

"Sherlock!"

"Fine!"

An awkward silence filled the flat.

"Well, I'd better get going then." I hurried towards the door.

"I'll be walking her home." Sherlock strode after me.

"Oh, no. Really I'm fine Sherlock."

"No you're not. Serial killers, gigantic hounds, killers that can walk through walls, best you sick with me." He led the way down the stairs.

We walked in silence for a few minutes, before I finally spoke up.

"Sherlock" I started, "is everything alright?"

Sherlock's tall figure stood a good few inches taller than mine, causing me to have to look up in order to speak with him.

"Yes! Um, well, I wanted to, uh, talk to you." He said, barely making eyecontact.

"Yes, what is it?" I prodded, continuing to look up at him.

"Well, you know John, he gets angry and, well, that wasn't supposed to happen. Sorry."

I stopped dead in my tracks. Did Sherlock just, apologize? Sherlock stopped next to me. He quiclky glanced at me, then pursed his lips, and continued walking.

"Well, here you are. I enjoyed our little, 'outing'" Sherlock continued avoiding eyecontact.

"Um, thank you Sherlock."

"Ah, yes, always a pleasure Miss Hooper."

I laughed, "Good luck with John when you get back. He's a bit scary when he's angry!"

Sherlock smiled back. "Yes he is, all five feet of him. Just terrifying."

We shared another quick laugh. It felt good. Just the two of us. Sherlock stopped laughing, and looked me in the eyes. I felt my face heat up.

"You've been of much help today Molly. Thank you." He leaned in, and quickly kissed my cheek, before turning around, and walking briskly away.