Made For Each Other (A Sherlolly Story)

Chapter 8

Molly Hooper had to sit down, leaning heavily on her hand she sighed deeply, she did not get paid enough for this. Glancing up she met the confused gaze of her mother and bloody Sherlock Holmes, why did this always happen to her? Gathering herself together and sorting out her appearance Molly spoke up:

"Mum please may I have a moment alone with Sherlock?"

Glancing back and forth between the two Mrs Hooper silently left, her gaze saying all that needed to be said. Rising up Molly began to pace.

"You know you shouldn't do that, it will wear holes in your carpet and statistically the chance of..."

"Shut up, Sherlock! Just stop. Answer me this, what the hell were you thinking?"

Sherlock's puzzled look enraged Molly even more, "...its for a case, with my profession, you should know I often have to adopt an alias, and with that alias a family and back story. You are a woman and I am in need of a wife"

Molly's eyebrows rose in disbelief, "You expect me to just go along with it all? Well not any more Sherlock, you win... But I cannot be your wife" raising her hand Molly delicately twisted the ring off her petite finger, and after giving it one final glance of admiration, placed it on the arm of Sherlocks chair.

"Good luck Sherlock, really I wish you all the best, go out there and solve this case prove everyone wrong! However I will not be involved, not again you know what happened last time."

Smiling sadly Molly walked back to her bedroom, shut the door, and sunk to the floor. Absentmindedly she heard two hushed tones before the two sets of footsteps made their way out of the flat and out on to the street below. Unable to contain herself for much longer Molly broke down into gut wrenching sobs, where she remained for most of the night.

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Meanwhile the sole figure of Sherlock Holmes walked in silence, there was not a soul to be seen, thinking back on what just transpired exhausted him, females were such outrageously emotional creatures. Some though, were worth the effort, Molly Hooper being one of them. If Sherlock could see his own face right now he would undoubtedly have been startled, for upon his lips was the smallest hint of a smile. If he were to truly admit it, he was a little bit proud of Miss Hooper, it took great deal of courage to stand up to him, and she had it in bucket loads. Of course there could not have been less appropriate timing, what was he to do now?

Sherlock's phone vibrated:

Trouble in paradise brother?

-MH

Of course not, merely a change of plans.

-SH

Oh am I not to send my congratulations? Mummy was so pleased when I told her.

-MH

Sherlock cursed, bloody Mycroft always meddling. Now there was nothing for it, can't upset mummy, Sherlock would have to resort to plan B, operation win back Molly is ago. Not to be outdone Sherlock had one last retort:

On the contrary Mycroft, Mummy should be delighted, at least one of her sons is finally doing some thing 'worthwhile', do inform her that an invitation shall be in the post. Oh and my condolences on your root canal, perhaps you should stick to the diet, brother

- SH

Grinning to himself and with a rejuvenated bounce in his step Sherlock Holmes trudged through the London streets back to Baker Street, oblivious to the hysterical woman he had just left behind. Today had turned out to be a most marvellous one indeed.

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A/N: Hello again everyone, sorry its been such a long time but I have struggled with writers block, I hope this chapter has made up for it, I'm back on track now watch out for more regular updates :) Please comment, vote or review, I cherish every single one of you, from the bottom of my heart, thank you!

P.S. the video is one of my favourite Sherlolly videos ever! :)