Heads Under Water {A Sherlolly Fanfiction}

Hey guys!!! Yes, tis another collab!! This lovely Sherlolly fanfic is written by moi, yours truly, and my absolute best friend who is like a sister to me. She- infinitybanana221- is the editor of the story. Go check out her page, for I have read some of the things she's gunna put up and they're amazing. XP YAY! So we hope you guys enjoy and read on as we publish chapters! Bai!!!

Chapter 1 - Just... Bacteria...

Sherlock Holmes was never one to love. He had done that once and it most certainly did not end well. He had suffered. Pain, tears, sorrow, disappointment; his childhood was packed full of feelings such as these. But for some reason, it seems that Molly Hooper was....different.

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Sherlock walked briskly down the hallway of Saint Bartholomew's Hospital, the sound of his footsteps echoing in the silent corridor. He came to a white door with a small circular window near the top and pushed it open, removing his scarf as he walked in.

"Molly, if you could please grab the jar with blue tape on the front from the fri-" Sherlock stopped himself when he glanced toward the area where the young pathologist normally stood, only to find that she was nowhere in sight. Sherlock sighed loudly.

The consulting detective had worked out plans to meet Molly Hooper at Saint Barts at exactly 2 in the afternoon. And was Molly there? Of course not. As was usual. He removed his coat before walking over to the fridge and pulling it open, grumbling to himself about the inconveniences Molly caused for him.

He made his way back to the table where he'd laid his coat and set the jar down. He pulled his phone from his breast pocket and checked for any text messages -preferably from Molly- but to his slight disappointment there was nothing of the such. He slipped the phone back into his pocket then began to set up the microscope when he heard a door opening and hastened footsteps followed by a soft, almost nervous, voice.

"Oh! Sherlock, I am so sorry! I got caught up with Toby and the traffic was absolutely horrid. Again, I-I'm really, really sorry I'm late. I won't let it happen again, I promise!"

"You say that even though for the past three weeks this same thing has been happening." Sherlock replied shortly as he turned to face Molly. "Cat issues and traffic ordeals are none of my concern. Though I can't help but notice that there are abnormal creases in your shirt. You've never had any that look like these particular ones. You've folded it recently, which implies that you're staying somewhere different than usual. And the bags under your eyes- tell tale sign that you haven't been getting very peaceful sleep lately. Possibly stress, but more likely a sign of depression. Of course there are signs of stress but that comes along with the depression, so I'm going to go ahead and make an 'educated guess' and say your boyfriend broke up with you five days- ah, a week and a half ago."

Molly just stood there, staring at Sherlock with her hands held together in front of her chest, her mouth bobbing open and closing as she searched for a response. Her expression hardened abruptly and she almost glared at Sherlock. "Stop it. That's none of your business. Not one bit so just stop it."

Sherlock stared right back at her and nodded once. "Right... sorry." He turned back to the microscope and opened the jar as he sat down in a chair. Molly stood still, unsure of what she was supposed to be doing, then took off her jacket and hung it on the coat rack before shuffling quietly out of the room to retrieve her lab coat. Sherlock lifted his eyes slightly to watch her as she left, his eyes lingering on the doorway even after she'd disappeared from it. He blinked a few times in confusion before looking back down at the bacteria swimming about in the petri dish.

Ten minutes later, Molly was watching Sherlock as he held a lighter to a man- rather a corpse's- right pinkie toe. The dead man, Taylor McCarthy, died of a heart attack about two days earlier. He was perfectly healthy beforehand and the heart attack was sudden. But why Sherlock was attempting to roast a dead man's toe, Molly wasn't exactly sure.

After a good forty seconds of allowing flames to lick at the corpse's toe, Sherlock ceased the tiny inferno from flickering across Mr. McCarthy's skin and stared at the toe for a moment. "I need to know if any blisters or boils or the like form by tomorrow. Text me if something happens." Sherlock stood up straight and made his way back to where his coat and scarf sat on a table.

Molly looked toward the body before looking back at Sherlock as he bent over the table to jot something down within one of his notebooks. "R-right... okay..."

Sherlock put on his coat quickly and started tying his scarf as he walked toward Molly. "Alright then. I suppose I'll talk with you later. Thank you for helping me, Molly." He gave her a half smile, one that she knew wasn't very genuine, but she returned the smile anyway.

"Anytime, Sherlock." She nodded as Sherlock started walking past her when she noticed that Sherlock had left a light on that was connected to the microscope. She walked toward it to turn it off and saw he'd left his notebook as well, so she called after him to retrieve it. As he slowly picked his way toward the table, curiosity got to Molly and she looked into the microscope.

"Uhm... Sherlock? Is this bacteria supposed to be doing that?" Sherlock walked to Molly as he slipped the notebook into his pocket and looked over her shoulder.

"Here, let me see." Molly moved her head to the side slightly so Sherlock could look. She tried not to blush or make it obvious that she was relatively uncomfortable with the closeness between them. She could just move, but if she did -with Sherlock standing directly behind her- she would either bump into him and make it even more awkward, or she'd fall, which would be even worse. So she just stood absolutely still, hardly even breathing. She saw the corners of Sherlock's lips slowly turn up before he jumped back and clapped his hands together, shouting with glee. Molly breathed a silent sigh of relief and turned to face him.

"W-what is it?"

"Ah, Molly Hooper, bless you!" Sherlock let out a small laugh and grabbed Molly's face. She inhaled sharply as Sherlock leaned forward quickly, kissing her forehead. "I have been searching for self-reproductive..."

Sherlock continued to ramble on about some type of cell he'd been researching for weeks, but Molly didn't really pay attention. She just stood there, frozen, as Sherlock thanked her one more time and left the hospital quickly, flailing his arms about in excitement.

About thirty seconds later, Molly tore her eyes from the door he left through and looked down at the floor. Good job, Molly. At least this time you made him happy and didn't cause too many issues...
Molly turned toward the table with the microscope and the jar and let out a small sigh before she started to put everything away. Then she glanced at the calendar by force of habit and smiled slightly. Tomorrow was the first of December. Christmas wouldn't follow too far behind. She walked out of the room and headed down the hallway to the supply closet so she could search for decorations to fill the large mortuary.

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Soooo whatcha guys think? I know, I know, its short. But I have thoughts for the next chapter so I kind of wanted to end it riiiight there. Anyway, let me know what ya think in the comments! thanks for reading~!