Holmes' Book Of One Shots

Meeting Moriarty (Molliarty)

                      She was running late.

            With a coffee in her left hand, Doctor Molly Hooper ran through the halls at Saint Bartholomew’s. She kept her eyes on her feet, hoping that no one would notice that she was late – 5 minutes late. That was not very late, but she had never been late to work, and she really didn’t want to start now. She kept her face down, and ran.

            It wasn’t her fault she was late – well, maybe it was – she just had been busy! She woke up late, for starters. She had to rush through her shower, not even able to shampoo her hair. Even better, she had forgotten to feed Toby when she woke up, and when she tried to quickly fix him a plate of his regular cat food, she realized she had forgotten to buy more when she ran out yesterday! She instead had to cut up turkey for him to eat. She had a twelve-hour shift today; she couldn’t just let him starve!

            As she turned right into another hallway, she gasped as she felt an impact against her body, which caused her to fall, her bottom landing on the marble floor. She heard someone else hit the floor as well, but she paid no attention to whoever it was. Instead, she stared down at her white shirt, which now had coffee splattered on it. 

            She sighed, and even though she knew it wouldn’t work, she attempted to rub off the coffee stains.

            “Oh my god,” A voice said – who Molly assumed belonged to the man who ran into her. “I am so sorry!”

            Molly sighed again, and pulled her lab coat – which had managed to not get coffee on it – around her in an attempt to cover the stain. “It’s fine. It was my fault.”

            “Oh my god,” The man said again. “Really, I truly am sorry!”

            Molly looked up at the man.

            He was taller than her, obvious although he was on the floor as well. He had an Irish accent, and dark, short hair. A red scarf was wrapped loosely around his neck over his grey t-shirt. He was kind of cute, Molly thought. She shook her head, trying to get the thought out of her head. She just needed to get to the morgue.

            “No,” Molly said. “Really, it’s fine. I should have been watching where I was going.”

            The man stood up, and stuck his hand out to her. “Here, let me help you.”

            Molly took his hand, and gave him a small smile. He helped her to her feet and smiled at her.

            “I’m so sorry!” He shook his head. “Look, I’ve even ruined your shirt.”

            Molly gave him another small smile. “Really, it is fine. I’ve got other shirts.”

            “Here,” He unwrapped his scarf, and tied it around Molly’s neck, leaving enough dangling to cover the spilled coffee. “You can wear that until you get changed.”

            Molly smiled – a real smile this time. “And how will I return this to you?”

            The man smiled back. “You could always keep it,” He said. “Or, you could call me if you decide to return it.”

            “I don’t even no your name,” Molly said. “We haven’t even said ‘hello’ to each other.”

            “Jim Moriarty,” He said, his smile widened as he raised his hand and waved at her. “Hi. Now, Molly Hooper, would you like my number, or not?”

            “How do you know my name?” Molly asked, frowning.

            Jim pointed at her lab coat. “You have a name tag on, dear.”

            “Oh.” She laughed.

            Molly looked at him for a moment, trying to decide if he was attempting to flirt with her. After a moment, she reached into her purse and pulled out her mobile. She unlocked it, and handed it to Jim.

            He took it, entered his phone number, and gave it back to her. “Give me a ring.” And at that, he walked away, leaving Molly smiling to herself.

     Thank you to AwesomeRavenclaw for the prompt! I've never written Molliarty before, but I sure would like to write more! 

       I hope you all enjoyed that, and if you would like more leave a prompt for me and I'll do my best to write it as soon as possible! xxx

        –OH