The Muse (johnlock)

Chapter 3

Shortly after lunch, Sherlock and John took a taxi to St. Barts instead of Scotland Yard. Unfortunately John was wrong with his predictions, or maybe Sherlock overheard and just wanted to annoy him by doing the opposite of what he said.

He was honestly glad that they didn't go to Scotland Yard, sometimes Anderson and Sally can be quite unbearable.

Molly as usual was there to greet them once they got into the lab. They looked at different corpses from a crime scene that died from getting injected by poison from their killer. After a few minutes, Sherlock was already trying to identify the specific type of poison.

"I'm assuming you wanted your coffee black with two sugars as you usually do." Molly said, coming back from getting coffee and settling a mug on the counter of where Sherlock was working. Sherlock turned around on his stool to face Molly, noted, "You assumed correctly for once Molly."

Sherlock and Molly started to talk about corpses as Sherlock had his coffee. At times like this John can't help but feel isolated, he didn't know Molly as well as Sherlock did.

As he leaned against the lab counter, he began thinking back to what Sherlock was saying about having a muse to what he does. At first, he didn't want to believe it but now as he was watching Sherlock and Molly; He started to gather that it was true.

As he stood there considering it, it was most definitely possible that Molly was Sherlock's muse. He started to make some mental bullet lists on it in his head.

1: It's really obvious that Molly fancies Sherlock. Although he wasn't sure whether or not Sherlock did, it's very hard to tell.

2: She's made him apologize fore being rude. (which John has tried and it is practically impossible.)

3: She can see right through him when he's faking something.

The mental notes didn't make him feel satisfied that he might have figured it out. If anything it made him feel depressed possibly jealous. But he wasn't able to dwell on that much longer as Sherlock snapped him out of his train of thought.

"-John!"

Blinking a couple of times as he came back to his senses. "Sorry, what was it, Sherlock?"

Sherlock sighed, "I doubt that your predictions on who it is are true John." He paused after this before continuing, "-knowing that your knowledge of poison isn't nearly as wide-ranged as mine."

Knowing Sherlock he had deduced John was thinking about but had covered it up because he didn't want to deal with Molly's confusion.

Sherlock smirked at him, and John could feel the heat on his face as It colored very deeply to a red-pink shade.

'This case is not going to be an easy one' John thought.