I couldn’t help myself. :) A continuation of the Anne of Green Gables AU… Find part 1 here!
It wasn’t until she had written ‘Margaret Hooper has a very
bad temper’ one hundred times that Molly was permitted to leave. Mrs Hudson
watched over her charge with a discerning eye, knowing that Sherlock had
prompted the child to lose her temper. But nevertheless, the girl’s reaction
was far too extreme. The elderly schoolteacher bit back a smile as the girl
humbly wrote her sentences, but still had gumption enough to change ‘Margaret’
For her part, Molly was as regretful of what she had done as
she was proud. The boy certainly hadn’t deserved to be attacked, but she could
no longer have borne his nuisance. And to call her ‘mouse’! Why, he ought to be
punished severely for that alone, not to mention his abhorrent behavior toward
her! Tossing chalk and paper, as if he wasn’t more than 5 years of age!
Her pride thus wounded and her mind made up about the boy, Molly walked
out of the classroom with her head held high. Mary Morstan, the neighbor girl
Molly hoped and knew would become her dearest friend, rushed up to her from her
waiting place by the tree. From the corner of her eye, she saw Sherlock
standing across the yard talking with the beautiful Irene Adler, whose face
conveyed frustration as Sherlock turned away from her mid-sentence.
Molly determinedly walked in the opposite direction, hooking
her arm through Mary’s as they began the walk home. Their journey, though, was
short-lived, as Sherlock stepped across their path. Molly resolutely ignored
him, lifting her chin up haughtily and walking past him.
‘Molly, wait.’ He walked behind her, trying to get her
attention. He shoved his hands in his trouser pockets and hunched his
shoulders, his curls falling over his eyes endearingly. ‘I’m sorry for teasing
Molly stopped and cast a disdainful, sideways glare at him.
Tugging firmly on Mary’s arm, she pulled her friend along once more, leaving
Sherlock to stare after them.
‘Oh, Molly, how could you?’ Mary whispered in astonishment.
‘Sherlock’s always getting under everyone’s skin with his deductions, but he’s
never, ever, apologized before!’
‘There’s a world of difference between deducing someone and
being called ‘mouse,’ Mary!’ Molly argued defensively. ‘I may be plain and lack
the grace and charisma of girls far more beautiful than I, but I shall not
stand for being called names, especially ‘mouse’ by an arrogant boy.’
Mary gasped. ‘But Molly…’
Molly interrupted and said firmly, ‘I shall never forgive
The first term was almost half-way through and Molly eagerly
anticipated their testings. For near gone two months, she and Sherlock had been
waging an unspoken battle as to who was top in each subject. And Molly refused
to be second to the arrogant boy.
Mrs Hudson smiled at the class, her eyes twinkling behind
her glasses. ‘The results of the mathematics examination are in.’
Molly breathed in deeply and clasped Mary’s hand beside her
‘The top three are as follows,’ Mrs Hudson continued. ‘In
first, William Holmes.’
A keen sense of disappointment filled Molly. She could almost
feel Sherlock’s smug grin behind her.
‘Second, Margaret Hooper.’
Mary squeezed her hand in congratulations and Molly beamed
at her. Although not first, she would not wallow in defeat, instead relishing
the success of second place.
The rest of the announcement faded as the class packed their
belongings and were dismissed for the day. Gathering her books, Molly slid out
of her seat and turned around just as Sherlock stood. He caught her gaze and
Her nose twitched involuntarily and she huffed. With a wink,
he swept from the room, Irene on his heels.
‘Oh, Molly, aren’t you ever going to forgive him?’ Mary
admonished her friend as they walked down the dirt path toward home.
Molly was about to answer when she caught sight of Sherlock
up ahead, standing next to Irene. Her heart twitched in her chest and she grew
more annoyed at the curly-haired boy. ‘No, I will not.’
As they passed by, Sherlock abandoned Irene and caught up to
them, his books’ leather strap slung over his shoulder. ‘Congratulations,
Molly. According to Mrs H, you were only a few points behind me.’
Molly quirked an eyebrow and turned her head to nod at him
‘At least you’re no longer ignoring me,’ he quipped.
Molly stopped and spoke firmly without looking back. ‘It is
polite to extend an acknowledgment of congratulations. I was merely applying
basic manners to a situation.’
‘Oh, get off your high horse, Molly.’ Sherlock forced a
Walking once more, Molly pulled Mary along, not deigning to
reply to the boy.
‘Oh, Molly,’ her friend sighed. ‘Why don’t you let it go?’
‘I refuse to be friendly to someone who, not only insulted
me to the highest level, but associates with the likes of Irene Adler. For all
his brilliance, he’s easily turned by a pretty face.’ Molly glanced back to see
Irene pulling Sherlock along in the opposite direction.
‘Well, the way I hear it, Sherlock doesn’t like her that
way. Says he prefers someone with a brain to someone who is ‘beautiful by
Molly felt her traitorous heart flutter, but hid it with a
haughty lift of her chin. ‘He certainly doesn’t seem to believe it himself.’
Mary snorted. ‘You’re just jealous.’
‘I am not, take that back!’ Molly snapped.
‘Well, you are!’ The blonde prodded. ‘And she’s jealous of
you! John Watson told me that Sherlock told him that you were the smartest girl
in school right in front of Irene!
And that being smart was better than being pretty.’
For one second, Molly felt an indescribable joy fill her. She
stopped and looked over her shoulder, catching Sherlock’s eye as he looked back
at the same time. Her heart skipped a beat.
But in the second, her anger rose as Mary’s words sunk in.
She whipped about and marched on. ‘Well, if that isn’t the most
insulting thing I’ve heard! How dare he!’
‘Wait, Molly, I don’t think he meant it like that!’ Mary rushed after her, trying to
‘So I’m not pretty, or fashionable, or graceful, like Irene.
I don’t give two figs! I’d rather have brains than be an empty-headed ninny
like her!’ Molly stomped on, her pace quickening, unaware of her friend’s
struggle to keep up. If anything, this revelation only solidified her promise
to never forgive Sherlock Holmes.