Made For Each Other (A Sherlolly Story)

Chapter 3

Clutching on to the arm of her assaulter, Molly Hooper righted herself. The face of Sherlock Holmes consulting detective extraordinaire loomed ominously close.

“Sherlock what’s…?” Molly began to question, after noticing the peculiar glint in his eye.

“Just go with me alright, I’ll explain later.” Was the urgently uttered response Molly received. Then Sherlock Holmes kissed her. Her! Molly Hooper, mousey pathologist and Sherlock Holmes, it was like a movie. Unfortunately it was interrupted by the quick succession of camera flashes. Molly broke the kiss amidst all the confusion, only to be pulled to the road by their entwined hands, as he promptly flagged down a cab. Pulling her inside he announced 221B Baker Street.

Sherlock Holmes breathed a deep sigh of relief, this could not continue, being chased down the street by a hysterical woman was not in his resume. Glancing over to the left Molly appeared to be numb, silently staring into space. Sherlock smirked; he was evidently just that good at kissing. Suddenly Molly’s face was in her hands as she silently wept, hiccupping every so often. Sherlock wasn’t good with emotions; uncertainly he placed his hand on her back, in an attempt at conveying comfort.

Molly looked up “What was that?” she demanded.

Smugly Sherlock recounted his plan “A brilliant idea if I do say so myself. I was being chased by a hysterical woman who fancies herself in love with me, and then you were there. Then it struck me, how convenient the perfect cover!” Sherlock trailed off as the cab pulled into Baker Street.

“Convenient. I was convenient” Molly retorted furious. It began to dawn on Sherlock that he had said wrong. Hurriedly he tried to back track.

“No, well yes but I mean in a good way… It was a perfectly acceptable kiss.”

“Acceptable” Molly’s voice rose into a screech and she looked to be on the verge of slapping him. Sherlock didn’t fancy being slapped, it was unnecessary, and it hurt!

“Above average?”

“Above… oh just get out. You have no idea what you’ve done.” By this point the cabbie was furiously coughing as he tried to curb the laughter that was threatening to break forth. Molly Hooper was using all of her body weight to push Sherlock out of the cab. She succeeded.

As Sherlock picked himself off the floor and turned around the cab door had been slammed shut and was promptly speeding off down the street. “Women” he sighed “Outrageously emotional creatures, I’ll never understand them…” He shook his head before examining the front door of 221 Baker Street; he was to meet his newest potential landlady Mrs Hudson.