Sherlolly Oneshots

Hallows Eve

Sorry if this seems a bit rushed... it was.  I have so much goddamn homework.

Anyway this was recommended by lorijustineg , the double update will be tomorrow.

HAPPY DAY 4 EVERYONE!

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"But Daniel!  You can't be a vampire! I-I love you!  D-Daniel?  Daniel, my love, what's wrong with your eyes?  What are you doing?  Dan- aaaghh!"

Molly Hooper let out a sharp gasp, burying her face into the the shoulder of the person beside her as fake blood splattered the TV screen.  Sherlock Holmes let out a snort and Molly yelped.

"How can you be scared," he asked incredulously, "this movie doesn't even make any sense!"

Molly quickly ducked behind the detective as the sight of a bloodied body came on screen, ignoring his remarks.  Sherlock gestured to screen, disbelief clouding face.

"You literally work with dead bodies everyday!  How are you scared right now?" 

"Shut up and watch the movie," Molly hissed, her eyes wide as more screeching sounded from the telly.  Sherlock scoffed but pulled Molly closer into him, shielding her eyes as the vampire lunged for another victim.  The vampire was about to bite into the person's neck when, all of a sudden, the lights flickered off. 

Sherlock blinked as Molly let out a small cry, confusion written on his face.  "What just happened?"  He muttered, "how did the lights go out?"  He looked out the window, listening for the patter of rain or howl of wind but found nothing but an almost full moon that shone overhead.

Molly tugged the detective down onto the couch as he stood, her body shaking lightly, "what if it's the vampire come to take revenge on you because you called it stupid!" 

Sherlock rolled his eyes, pulling out of Molly's grasp as he stood.  "I think it's just the telly," he muttered, "look, I can see the clock still on.  Maybe it's some teenagers playing a Halloween prank?"

Molly curled into a ball, her eyes flicking around wildly as they slowly became accustomed to the dark.  "It's not Halloween yet, Sherlock.  It's Hallows Eve."

"Exactly, even worse," Sherlock said with a sniff as he studied the clock.  11:59 it read, the numbers glowing through the thick darkness.

"Hey," Sherlock said, "it's almost Halloween-"

It was then when all went black.

Sherlock woke up to blinding sunlight.  He squinted, sitting up from off the couch as he tried to remember what had happened the night before.  The telly had stopped working, he'd mentioned the time, and then... Sherlock shook his head, it all was foggy from there.  He stood up groggily, taking a step forward when his foot kicked something.

Sherlock looked down, letting out a small gasp at the sight before him.  The coat, the hair, the face.  Sherlock blinked, was that him sprawled out and asleep on the floor?  But that was impossible...

Sherlock looked around wildly, he'd experience an "out of body" experience after one night containing a particularly odd combination of drugs but it was nothing compared to this.  Sherlock subconsciously ran a hand through his hair, only to freeze.  His hair... why was it long and soft?

Sherlock felt a sick feeling gurgle in his stomach as he ran to the bathroom and looked in the mirror.  It was his screech that woke Molly from her position sprawled out and asleep on the floor.

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"What the hell is going on?"

"You think I'd know?"