as hell of himself*: Jeanette! Ah, process of elimination.
Molly entering from the door.
the…? Makeup! Hair down! A ridiculous silver bow! Oh No! Under this thick coat
there must be …*
Sherlock*shocked*: Oh, dear Lord.
Molly*smiling and shining*: Hello, everyone. Sorry, hello… it said on the door
just to come up.
Everybody is greeting her.
Sherlock (rolling his eyes): Oh, everybody’s
saying hello to each other. How wonderful!
Sherlock:*I need any distraction, I don’t want to see this coat token off, I CAN’T
SEE THIS COAT TOKEN OFF!*
John: Let me …
yup I was right, there is a sexy dress under this coat, which means … NO NO NO
don’t go there now … just skip it!*
Having a Christmas drinkies, then?
Sherlock:*ok stay cool and answer with a smile*
to sound cool and epic-ally failing): No stopping them, apparently.
Sherlock (sitting):*yessss the best distraction is John’s blog … let’s see what case he ruined
Mrs Hudson: It’s the one day of the year where the
boys have to be nice to me, so it’s almost worth it!
John to Molly:
Have a seat.
bitterly in his palace) : *oh don’t worry about that … she’s not staying for a
long time … she got better things to do*
Lestrade: Molly? Want a drink?
Sherlock (huffing): and suddenly
everybody is caring about Molly (he rolled his eyes)
Sherlock (trying to distract himself again): The counter on your blog still
says one thousand eight hundred and ninety-five.
John (mocking): Ooh, no! Christmas is cancelled!
Sherlock *like I’m not suffering enough right
now!*: And you’ve got a photograph of me wearing that hat!
John: People like the hat.
Sherlock *it’s ridiculous!*: No they don’t. What people?
Molly: How’s the hip?
Mrs Hudson: Ooh, it’s atrocious, but thanks for
Molly: I’ve seen much worse, but then I do
laughing in his palace):*oh my god that’s a good one*.
eyes):*alright maybe not for everybody’s taste*
Molly (apologetically): Oh, God. Sorry.
Sherlock (finally looking to her): Don’t make
(eyeing her sexy dress and feeling his heart sinking)
Molly: No. Sorry.
her bags and feeling his heart sinking more and more):*a present wrapped in the
same color of her lipstick, this is worse than I thought*
Molly to Lestrade: I wasn’t expecting to see you. I thought
you were gonna be in Dorset for Christmas.
Lestrade: That’s first thing in the morning, me
and the wife. We’re back together. It’s all sorted.
Sherlock (beginning to lose control): No, she’s sleeping with a P.E. teacher.
Molly: And John. I hear you’re off to your
sister’s, is that right?
Molly: Sherlock was complaining.
Sherlock (looking to her disappointed):*come on now that, was private between
Molly: … saying.
(rolling his eyes and whining):*yeah yeah whatever, why are you even still
here asking everyone how you’re doing, don’t you have a (mocking) date you need to
John: First time ever, she’s cleaned up her act.
She’s off the booze.
Sherlock (having an irresistible urge to ruin
everybody’s day and letting himself): Nope.
John: Shut up, Sherlock.
time to put Ms Hooper out of her misery and let her reach the (mocking) date in
Sherlock (faking sweetly): I see you’ve got a new
boyfriend, Molly, and you’re serious about him.
Molly: Sorry, what?
(boiling inside):*oh don’t play shy!*
Sherlock: In fact, you’re seeing him this very
night and giving him a gift.
John (trying to stop him): Take a day off.
Lestrade (putting a glass in front of him as another
desperate attempt to shut him up): Shut up and have a drink.
Sherlock: Oh, come on. Surely you’ve all seen the
present at the top of the bag perfectly wrapped with a bow. All the others
are slapdash at best.
He stood up suddenly, wondering which lousy wrapped present was his.
Sherlock: It’s for someone special, then.
Sherlock (blood began to heat):*more special than me*
He picked the
gift suppressing the need to toss it in the chimney.
shade of red echoes her lipstick either an unconscious association or one that
she’s deliberately trying to encourage. Either way, Miss Hooper has luuuuuve on
her mind. The fact that she’s serious about him is clear from the fact she’s
giving him a gift at all.
surrounding him in the palace):*she’s putting effort in this relationship,
she’s serious about it, it means she’s over me*
would suggest long-term hopes, however forlorn; and that she’s seeing him
tonight is evident from her make-up and what she’s wearing.
(confused):*HOW IN THE HELL’S NAME DID I MISS THAT?! WHO THE HELL IS THIS MAN
AND WHERE DID SHE FIND HIM?*
Sherlock (playing with the card of the gift): *now let’s see what is the name of the new psychopath you chose this time, I hope he won’t be worse than Moriarty.
Obviously trying to compensate for the size of her mouth and breastssssssssss …
(reading the card for hundred times, checking the name for thousand times):*Sherlock,
my name is Sherlock, Sherlock is my name, this is my present, it’s me the
luuuuve in her mind, god help me she’s
putting three kisses, I’m the romantic attachment, love Molly, she loves me, me she loves, and I just (suddenly freezing in the palace) … ooooooh dear lord*
Molly (getting him out of his thoughts with her voice that felt like a knife
stabbing deeply through his heart): You always say such horrible things. Every
time. Always. Always.
He tried to run
as fast as he could, he wanted the floor to swallow him in this moment, but she
was hurt, his Molly was hurt because of him, again.
man and fix what you just ruined* (he admonished himself roughly)
Sherlock(trying to find his voice): I am sorry. Forgive me.
He never apologized before, but the words didn’t feel weird, he was
Sherlock: Merry Christmas, Molly Hooper.
She was very
near, he could smell her perfume and the cookies she was baking, he couldn’t
He leaned down
to kiss her slightly on the cheek, he never imagined he would kiss her one day,
there was no need to do so before or even now, but he just did, he wanted to,
nothing could prepare him for the warm he felt around his heart, she was soft
and warm, she was closer than ever, it felt good, it felt right.
erotic moan heard around the room, pulling him away from his alien thoughts.
Molly (terrified): No! That wasn’t … I
Sherlock (trying to pull himself out of this path and forgetting what he just
felt, deleting it from his palace but failing, he convinced himself because it
was new): No, it was me.
Lestrade (surprised): My God, really?!
Molly (still terrified): What?!
Sherlock: My phone.
He thanked The Woman
internally for the perfect rescue in the prefect time.
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