His Best Friend (sherlolly)

11

I thought back to what had taken place just hours before.

"Why are you here?" I had asked him

"Isn't it obvious?" he furrowed his brow at me. I had shaken my head at him. He sighed and looked up at me.

"Molly, i'm here because-"

My phone ringing interrupted my thoughts. I checked the caller ID. "John" I whispered to no one.

"Hey, Molly!" His cheerfulness rubbing off on me.

"Hey, John." I smiled, even though he couldn't see me.

"I was just checking up on you...not dead?" he joked with me. I giggled on the other line.

"Definitely not dead" I joked back, and we both laughed. This is how it was supposed to be, me and John. None of the confusing relationship. Just this. Just friends.

"Um, Molly...?" John asked.

"Can I ask you a question?" He said, his voice lowering.

"Sure, John. What's up?" I replied, not exactly sure where he was going with this.

"Did anything...happen last night? When Sherlock came over.." he clarified. I thought back to the events that took place.

"No, nothing un ordinary" I lied. He breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, good." He said, his voice immediately returning to its normal volume.

"Why do you ask..?" I nervously asked.

"No reason...its just.." He trailed off.

"It's Sherlock," he admitted, voice lowering once again.

"He's been acting...strange. Even for him." He sounded really concerned.

Nothing bad happened last night. Personally, I think it was long over due. We connected last night. In a way I didn't think was possible for him. I saw a different side to him last night. A more relaxed Sherlock. I liked him better that way. The events of last night ran through my head again.

"So," He asked me, calmly turning towards me.

"What could possibly make Molly Hopper cry?" He snarked at me.

I felt a little embarrassed now - okay, a lot embarrassed.

"...Doctor Who..." I whispered. I looked up at him, expecting his 'silly mortals' look of disbelief that oozed with condescending.

"You...?" His eyes widened.

"You watch Doctor Who?" He whispered in disbelief. I nodded my head and he practically squealed. With his interest in "logical" things and proving a scientific answer for everything, it came as a surprise. He smiled at me and just sighed.

"It's really the only show that's ever really captured my interest." He looked me up and down.

"I would have never guessed.." he continued to smile.

"So, um.." I laughed

"Why did you come here in the first place?" I asked. I hoped I didn't sound rude.

He looked at me with a annoyed face.

And that's when I remembered he was checking up on me.

"Oh...right..." I tried to laugh it off. It became unbearably awkward.

"Well," he clapped his hands together. I looked back up at him.

"Seeing as I'm already here, and I'm not on a case. You got anything to eat?" he looked around. I knew he knew that I did have food, but seeing that I haven't been to the grocery store in about a week, I only had cereal as the only real food.

"There's cereal....if you want that." I asked him, our eyes meeting. He nodded his head. I lead him into the kitchen which was a mess. Of course.

He sat down at my old wooden table. He put his jacket over the back of the chair. I made two bowls of Cheerios. I put the bowl in front of him, setting a spoon down next to it. I sat across from him.

"I haven't had cereal in years" He piped up out of the blue.

"I have a weakness" I shrugged looking up at him. I watched him eat. He had on a purple dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He looked absolutely delicious. Fearing that he'd catch me staring, I continued eating with my head down. This is my chance. I thought. This is the chance to ask him! I put my spoon down, and looked up at him.

"Hey, Sherlock?" I asked.

"Hmm?"

Oh no. I can't go through with this! What was I thinking?

"Uhum.." I stuttered, I looked like a deer caught in headlights.

"H...ow do you do it?" I made up on the spot. I've always wanted to ask him this, also.

"Do what?" he asked, his mouth full of cereal.

"Everything. You isolate yourself, and you don't let people be nice to you. I sometimes see your walls come down, and I love that Sherlock, he's so fun to be around." Suddenly I realized what I'd said.

I was about to stammer out something about loving him but not loving him, some thing... unexpected happened.

"Molly," he laughed.

"You do the same thing. We're a lot alike in done ways. And in some ways, I feel the same."

A/N

OOOHHH DOES HE MEAN HE LOVES HER OR HE LOOOOVVVEEESSS HER??

OKAY GUYS SOME REALLY BAD NEWS: CHAPTERS ARE GOUNG TO BE SHORT LIKE THIS FOR AWHILE :( I BROKE MY KNUCKLE IM SO SORRY!! I LOVE YOU GUYS AND AS SOON AS I GET MY CAST OFF IM WRITING A BIG FAT UPDATE FOR YOU O K A Y

-Ruby