Sherlolly Oneshots

The Mastermind (Uni!Lock)

Requested by megsfry .

Enjoy!

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Molly Hooper was blushing. No, not even blushing. Her face had gone full out tomato as she stood, staring, at the gorgeous, high cheekboned, icy-eyed college freshman that she had just had the absolute (dis)pleasure of running headfirst into. Books, binders, and notebooks found themselves strewn about the floor around them as both sat staring at each other, Molly's face red, the gorgeous boy's face completely shocked.

It was like everything had gone still around them, students pausing to take in the damage that had been done and considering whether they should help or not and both Molly and whoever this curly-haired, might-as-well-be-a-male-model was staring at each other with wide eyes, completely unmoving.

It was only when one college freshman let out a snort and a particularly loud, "LOL," that time seemed to unsuspend itself and the students continued walking, making half hearted attempts to help the two by kicking books closer to them as they hurried past.

Molly Hooper snapped out of her daze, scrambling to pick up their things as stuttered apologies tumbled from her lips.

"OhmygodIamsosorryIamsuchaklutzIwasntevenpayingattentionareyouhurtImsosorry."

Molly's inaudible stream of apologetic nonsense seemed to be what snapped the other boy out of his daze and he began to silently help the brown haired girl. Molly paused from her rambling as she handed the mystery stranger the book, their eyes locking for a moment before he stood up and held his hand out to her.

"Sherlock Holmes," he introduced, his velvety voice making Molly's heart trill as she took his hand and slowly stood, "and I suppose your name is Molly Hooper?" When the smaller girl opened her mouth to question this Sherlock just nodded to the books in her arms, "it was written on your books. Now, I assure you no harm was done, though you could do well to use some air freshener if you're going to try and hide your cat in your dorm. Also, I do give my best wishes to your little brother, I hope his recovery from his broken arm is a quick one. Ah, look at that, we're going to be late to class. It was nice meeting you, goodbye."

And, before Molly could express her dumbfounded disbelief at anything this seemingly astral boy, Sherlock he had said, disappeared amongst the throng of people that was quickly thinning out do to the urgency to get to class. Longing to run and find this boy once more, Molly grudgingly pushed away the urge and headed to class.

From her place leaned against the wall, one eyebrow raised, a certain college professor watched as the mousy freshman hurried off to her next class. The professor smiled slightly. Where anyone else would have seen an awkward, slightly bewildering interaction between some handsome maybe-stalker and perhaps the most socially inept girl she'd ever seen, the short haired professor saw only one thing.

Opportunity.

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"I have a favor to call in."

"Ah, Martha. I didn't see you there."

"Yes, I can see that, Frank. Now, as I was saying, I have a favor to call in."

"Certainly. What sort of favor will it be?"

"I am requesting a slight change in schedule between two students."

"Now whyever would you do that? Are they causing you trouble?"

"No, though I would prefer to keep my intentions to myself."

"Ah, I see. Not playing matchmaker again, are we, Martha?"