2 Weeks Time ( A Sherlolly Fan-Fiction )

Day One

Day one of Sherlocks two week stay with Molly Hooper:

    Sherlock Holmes is a very stubborn man everything has to be his way or the high way. Molly Hooper on the other hand was the complete opposite, she was  tender, compassionate, loving, and caring.

        It was the day after the fall and the papers were going crazy; PSYCHOTIC DEDUCING DETECTIVE KILLS HIMSELF! SHERLOCK FRAUD HOLMES! Sherlock sat in my flat reading all of the papers to make sure no one already found out he was alive. The only thing he had to say was " I'm not a psychopath I'm a high functioning sociopath.." he said in a annoyed hushed tone. " So how was sleeping in the guest room last night Sherlock? " I asked him. He didn't answer. " Did you sleep at all Sherlock" he glared at me I could feel his eyes burn into my skin but I needed to be stern "SHERLOCK" I commanded. He quickly jumped to attention. I don't think he has ever heard me raise my voice like that. " No I didn't. To... busy"  Busy with what? " Mind Palace" He mumbled. "Well if you didn't get your sleep last night you need to eat" I Said in a much cheerier tone. I gave him his eggs and coffee with two sugars and he pushed the eggs away as if he was seven years old. "Sherlock you will eat now and I will make sure you sleep tonight" he grabbed his plate and started to eat

      I watched him this morning being terribly stubborn and wondered " How am I in love with this man?"  I Took the day off to help out Sherlock and make sure he doesn't destroy anything. He says he is married to his job and is unable to love another human being or even get close to one. But I guess he broke that rule when he met john about 4 years ago. I've known Sherlock since Uni we were in the same Forensics class and were paired together for the whole semester. I got to class first that day and she told me witch table to sit at and then here he comes a you man my age with dark curly, moppy hair with pale skin and blue-green eyes. The professor sent him over my way and introduced himself saying " The name is Sherlock Homles" In my very mousy voice said " Molly Hooper" I put my hand out for a handshake but he declined. I felt embarrassed for the rest of the class and was unable to say a word to him. For the first month he didn't talk to me unless it was absolutely necessary which wasn't very often. But things have changed through the years we have become... friends.

Now when I say friends it means not insulting me whenever I walk into a room. Which is a step up. I took the rest of the week off because I didn't have anything else to do with my vacation days. Sherlock headed to the couch and laid there in his normal position with his hand in a steeple position. I walked toward the couch to turn on the telly and just sat on the arm of the chair."Molly" I answered "Sherlock" He moved his head up, as a gesture for me to take a seat. He laid his head on my lap and I stroked his curly hair. It was soft like silk but it was a little knotty. We sat there for what seemed like hours but was only about thirty minutes, I didn't want it to end. After about thirty five minutes Sherlock popped his head and said " If you could not caress my hair right now I would really appreciate it" I moved my hand and got up, " I have to run some errands, anything you need?" Sherlock mumble no obviously bored out of his mind, poor bloke was restricted in my tiny flat. 

 ( Sherlocks POV ) 

     I sat there with my head on Molly's lap and she was running her hand through my hair. All of the sudden she was there, in my mind palace. No not telling me what to do just standing there and it made me feel all warm on the inside. "What is this? Do I actually like Molly Hooper?" I thought to myself. No I can't, but I was really regretting making her stop. What else was I supposed to do, she was taking over my head. Not good for work, then again I felt... protected" 

    It was already 3:00 in the afternoon and Molly wasn't back yet, I was getting worried so I called her 

          "Hello'

          "Hello Molly" 

         " What do you need Sherlock?" 

        " Mmm I was just concerned about you." 

        "O-Oh well I'm getting in a cab right now I'll be home in 10 minutes"  

     I started pacing back and forth waiting for Molly to come home. When she walked in I could feel my heart beat grow faster. Why was this? Was I really feeling sentiment? Then I saw it. A little grey cat with its head poking out of Molly's bag. "Molly are you aware of the kitten in your bag?" Molly giggled and said "I was on my way to the store when I saw a bunch of kittens in a box so I took him. I bought everything he needed thats why I was gone so long today." I awkwardly walk up and pet the tiny kitten on the head and presumed laying on the couch and going back to my mind palace. 

          (Molly's POV) 

   Concerned about me? Since when does the famous Sherlock holmes care about me? When I got got back He was pacing back and forth in the kitchen he was obviously very bored without a case. He saw me and gave a little smile and pet my little kitten. 

    It was Finally dinner time and I made chicken parmasion and brocolli. Sherlock finally sat dow for dinner when I was almost done. I don't know if he did it on purpose or if he just didn't realize how long he was in his mind palace for. I finally broke the uncomfortable silence with " What did you mean when you said that you were concerned about me earlier?" He look up from playing with his food and looked at me and said " You have always counted Molly. You're one of the only people I'm able to trust . I was concerned because Moriarty's network was still out there and I don't want you to get hurt." After he said that he grabbed my hand and my heart started to race. He slowly let go and went back to eating his food.

           I got up and left to take a shower, when I was finished I changed into my pajamas and sat in the living room ext to Sherlock he just kinda looked at me then looked away. He was looking out the window and quite frankly he looked so sad. "What's wrong" I said generaly concerned "Nothing" he mumbled " Oh don't give that Sherlock I can tell you're sad" He turned completely and said " How can you possibly tell how I'm feeling? "I said " Its in your eyes." After I said that he just kinda look at me with sad eyes. It is official I have cracked the code of Sherlock Holmes.

         It was 12:30 I needed to go to bed because I had work in the morning so I showed sherlock the guest bed and went ever and laid down. "Molly?" he said "Yes?" "Um..a..Goodnight" " Goodnight Sherlock" I giggled and walked out and went to my room. I fell asleep almost instantly. Then at 2:35 I heard a knock on me bedroom door, it was Sherlock. He looked at me and said " the room is to small I can't sleep, Can't think. I gave him a funny look "Then sleep on the couch" He didn't look pleased "No I think this room will do just fine thanks" He walked in like it was no big deal and sat up on the other side of the bed and said " There is room for two." Patting the place next to him. I looked at him and rolled my eyes and laid next to him. I kept my distance and laid by him falling right back asleep for then night