Sherlolly Oneshots

The Call

After season 4's infamous phone call, recommended by XXXVampireLuvXXX .  Enjoy!

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Molly Hooper blinked at her phone, staring at the end call screen.  She was frozen, her breath heavy in her chest.  Her hand started to shake as Sherlock's words rang in her ears.

I love you.  I love you.

And she'd been foolish enough to say it back.  To fall in his trap, play his games.  Molly's legs felt weak and she sunk to the ground, her whole body shaking.  She hated these games, hated even more that she put up with Sherlock.  She hated the way he spoke to her, the gentleness in his voice but the mocking in his sharp beryl eyes.

But most of all, in this moment, Molly Hooper hated Sherlock.

She wouldn't play his games anymore.

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"Has Molly talked to you... at all?"

"Christ, Sherlock have you not talked to her yet?  It's been a week!"

Sherlock Holmes stared at his phone, at the abnormal number of unanswered calls he had sent to a certain person.  He sighed and set his phone down on the arm of his chair, his chin resting in his hand.

"I've called her, John.  A lot.  But she hasn't answered."  John Watson eyed Sherlock carefully, an almost sorrowful look in his eyes.

"Have you tried to go to her in person?"  Sherlock recalled sprinting to her house almost immediately after he'd returned to Baker Street, stepping up the steps and pounding on the door.  Nobody had answered, so, assuming Molly had turned to her work to comfort her, he'd rushed to the morgue.  No one was there either.

He'd gone back to the house, pounded on the door some more.  Probably looked like a fool as he shouted her name to the dark house.  Sherlock had told John he'd just needed time to rest, but at that moment he'd needed his friends advice more than anything.

Sherlock was about to give up when he'd gotten a text from Molly.

Please stop bothering me.  You'll wake up the whole neighborhood.

She hadn't signed her texts with 'Molly x' like she usually did.  For some reason that had hurt Sherlock more than he'd liked to admit.

'Not until you come out' was Sherlock's reply.  When Molly had made no intention of presenting herself to Sherlock he'd pounded on the door some more, screaming louder though his voice was beginning to sound hoarse and his throat burned.

Finally the door had opened and Sherlock stumbled back, his eyes wide as he stared at an unimpressed looking Molly.  Her face was red and Sherlock had felt his heart sink when he'd noticed the dried tear streaks on her cheeks.

"What do you want," Molly had deadpanned with a disdainful sniff. 

Sherlock had let out a shaky breath, all words suddenly leaving his mind.  "I- I wanted..."

Molly's gaze had turned dark and her eyes narrowed into a surprisingly chilly glare, "if you're not going to say anything leave."  Sherlock had just stared at her with his mouth hanging open as he willed something, anything to come from his mouth.

He'd said the first words that popped in his brain.

"I love you." 

That was when the door was promptly slammed in his face.

"Earth to Sherlock, you still with me?"  Sherlock blinked as he shook the memories from his head and he realized with a start his knuckles had turned white from clenching his fist.