Sherlolly Oneshots

Lovesick

The grey sky was darkening, slowly succumbing to the blackness that was nighttime.  Moisture hung in the air, thick and humid, making the skin of those who left their homes clammy.  Molly Hooper left a tall brick building, standing still and watching the world around her.  She didn't mind the dampness of the air for she was used to it.  Molly smiled slightly then reached into their pocket, only to frown instantly. 

She muttered a few choice words under her breath and then walked back into the building, sighing.  Her footsteps echoed throughout the building, empty claps on the marble floor.  She came to a closed door and, still frowning, opened it.  She didn't even notice the figure sitting on the lab table, watching her carefully.

"Hello Molly," the figures voice echoed through the dim room, deep and baritone.  Molly gasped and whipped to face him, her eyes wide.

"Jesus- Sherlock!  You scared me," she said to the figure, Sherlock.  He shrugged and got up from off the table, walking to her.

"Apologies.  That was not the intention," he said.  Molly looked around awkwardly and backed away one step.

"What are you doing here?"  She asked.

"What are you doing here?"  Sherlock pressed.

Molly sniffed, "I forgot my keys," she mumbled.  Sherlock grinned brightly, nodding.

"Yes, I know," he said, taking a ring of keys out of his pocket and dangling them in front of Molly, "I'm the one that took them."  Molly blinked, staring at him with an eyebrow raised.

"What are you- why?"  She stuttered, swiping at the keys.  Sherlock lifted them away out of her reach.  Molly's brows furrowed and she crossed her arms.

"Come on now Sherlock, give them to me," she groaned.  Sherlock looked at the keys, eyeing them as if suspicious.

"I would, but I need a favor from you," he explained.  Molly cocked an eyebrow, her eyes narrowing.

"What do you want?"

Sherlock eyed her, his gaze raking across Molly's face.  She tried not to shift uncomfortably under his intense stare, "I think I'm sick." 

Molly eyed him suspiciously, "then go to John.  He's an actual alive people doctor."

Sherlock tilted his head up, "he wouldn't understand.  It's different."  Molly blinked, watching him carefully.

"How so?"

Sherlock's gaze returned to Molly and the slightest frown tugged at his lips, "reasons.  Care to hear my symptoms?"  Molly sighed and watched the keys in Sherlock's hand.  He tucked them in his pocket.  Seeing she could be here awhile Molly groaned and shrugged, nodding to Sherlock.

"Shoot."

Sherlock grinned at Molly, "well let's see.  My fingertips, they tingle, like pins and needles.  My heart rate gets faster and it becomes harder to breath.  I feel hot around my neck and my palms get sweaty sometimes," Sherlock frowned and stretched out his fingers, watching his hand intently as he curled it into a balled up fist.  Molly eyed him.

"And how is this different from any other sickness?"  She asked.  Molly stepped in closer, lifting her chin to meet Sherlock's gaze.  Something flashed across his face but was gone in an instant and he met Molly's eyes.

"You see," he began, tilting his head to the side, "I only feel them when I'm around you."  Molly's breath hitched in her throat and she inhaled sharply, her eyebrows furrowing.  She and Sherlock stared at each other, the silence pressing.  His gaze drifted around her face, lingering at her lips and stopping at her eyes.

"So?"  Sherlock breathed.  The slightest smile turned up Molly's lips.

"Interesting," Molly whispered, still staring at Sherlock.  His eyebrows furrowed.

"What?"

Molly stepped in closer to Sherlock, the tips of their noses almost touching and defiance bright in Molly's eyes.  Molly smirked as the flash of emotion Sherlock doused over his face yet was soon gone.  They stood, eyes roaming around each other's faces.  Molly's smile widened and Sherlock frowned.

"Very interesting," Molly whispered.

"What?"  Sherlock asked once more, annoyance laced in his voice.

Molly let out a sharp laugh.  She reached into Sherlock's pocket and pulled out the keys, their gazes still locked.  Sherlock didn't stop Molly and she finally tore away from his gaze, his eyes narrowing as she turned away and began for the door.

"Aren't you going to tell me?"  Sherlock called after her.  Molly turned around and shook her head, putting her hands on her hips.

"Look it up," she said with snort.  Sherlock huffed.

"One should never look up their symptoms," he protested, "the Internet will probably say it's cancer."  Molly grinned.

"Figure it out yourself," Molly called behind her shoulder as she turned around, beginning to open the door.  Sherlock frowned as she walked out, his eyes lingering on the spot where she had been.

His eyebrows furrowed and Sherlock huffed, sitting back up on the desk and resting his chin in his hand.  What was it?  He'd felt it once more, his heartbeat had sped up dramatically when she leaned in close to him.  So close.  But why her?  Why-

Oh.

Sherlock blinked, his head jolting up suddenly.  "Oh," he whispered.  This was... unexpected.  Not in a million years would he have thought....

Sherlock broke out into a grin, running his hand through his hair.  "Oh."  Then the grin fell into a look of something between sadness and realization.

"Oh." 

He stood up, walking towards the door.  Sherlock paused, then walked back, only to stop and turn back towards the door.  He sighed and stared at the closed door, listening for Molly's footsteps through the hall.  He blinked when he couldn't hear them.  Had Molly left already?  Unintentionally Sherlock felt something strikingly similar to fear or sadness prick at his skin and Sherlock inhaled sharply. 

So this was how it was going to be.

He ran a hand through his hair, biting his lip.  He started to the door but stop, his hand hovering above the doorknob.  Sherlock shook his head and let out a sharp laugh.  So be it.  He tore open the door and bolted out, his eyes scouring the hallways as he ran.

"Sherlock?"  A voice from behind Sherlock made him freeze, his feet nearly skidding on the floor, and Sherlock whipped around.  Molly stood from her place leaning on the wall, a small smile on her face.

"You're here!"  Sherlock cried, a wide smile creeping up on his lips.  Molly cocked an eyebrow.

"So have you figured it-" Molly didn't finish her sentence for Sherlock ran up to her and grabbed her around the waist, pressing his lips into hers.  Molly startled but then leaned into Sherlock, tugging on his scarf.

"Yeah," Sherlock whispered into her ear, "I'm lovesick apparently."  Molly laughed airily, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling Sherlock close

"Alright then," she whispered back, "so be it."

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So? First one, sorry if it's not good. Prepare for the AUs! By the way, just a reminder, the art up top isn't mine!