Strands- ch 2
Hope you guys like the update! Ch 3 should be a bit more fun in terms of actual sherlolly goodness, so just hang in there. ;)
“Just the bride and groom please,” the photographer specified, prompting Sherlock to step aside and stop adjusting Mary’s hair where the veil was attached.
Molly smiled from where she stood on the sidelines as she observed the very slight lift in his own lips. He would definitely claim to find all of this tradition to be tedious and silly, but she also knew that he loved John and his new wife Mary. Their happiness was probably more important to him than his own. It was one of those things that wasn’t obvious to everyone, but she found incredibly endearing.
“Busy week eh?” Molly asked cheerfully as she approached and walked along with him toward the reception hall.
“Very, yes,” he agreed, offering a brief smile.
“I’m sure you’ve had your hands full with the um, wedding and everything. I didn’t mean to be calling so much. It was fine, I just went to a friend,” she said with a nervous giggle.
Sherlock’s gaze shot to her more directly.
“My friend Tom is a barber, but he’s pretty good with any hair,” she explained, unconsciously touching the simple updo to be sure the bow was still in place. “Helped me decide on a style for today.”
“Hm,” he hummed in response, eyes flitting over her head judgmentally. “I’m sure he did.”
“So,” Molly added, clearing her throat and hoping her blush would die down quickly, “I’m sure you’ve got quite a speech planned.”
“Mm, yes, that’ll be coming up far too soon.”
“Well, I mean, if you want to bounce any ideas off someone or practice some of your-”
“Thank you, Molly, won’t be necessary,” he answered quickly, giving her arm a brief touch. “Got to be off, I think the bridal party are taking a few more pictures inside before we sit.”
“O-ok right, no problem,” Molly acknowledged with a smile, though he was already hurrying ahead to get inside.
Molly hesitated for a moment, trying to do her best to seem as if she was not staring after him when she was able to catch some of the conversation of the two bridesmaids behind her.
“Yours looks brilliant as well,” one of them drawled. “God, that man’s hands are magic!”
“You can say that again,” the other laughed. “I was so disappointed when he finished my hair. Could have sat there happily for hours!”
“And he’s single,” the first one replied.
“Well that’s good for you then, isn’t it? You know what they say, Janine- maid of honor and the best man,” she teased.
“Certainly worth a try,” Janine agreed, her smile audible. “He seems like a tough one, but who knows?”
Molly walked further to one side, allowing the chatting women to pass her and continue on. She sighed to herself as she watched them and their perfectly styled shining tresses saunter happily into the reception hall. She fully prepared herself to see Sherlock Holmes walking out later that night with Janine, and she tried to remind herself that she certainly couldn’t blame him.
As she took her seat not far from the head table, Molly thought how it seemed a lifetime ago, that Inspector Greg Lestrade had stood in her morgue and related the strangest story to her. He told her how he’d been called to a high end salon because of a break in, but was surprised upon arriving to find that one of the stylists, the one and only Sherlock Holmes, had already figured out who the culprit was. And it turned out he was right!
At the time Molly had been impressed, but it wasn’t till Greg confessed that he had continued going regularly to get his hair cut there because Sherlock had proven to be invaluable when it came to confounding crimes. In fact, the stylist enjoyed hearing about the crimes Lestrade was solving so very much, that he refused to charge him. Lestrade insisted on leaving a tip, but it seemed that for Sherlock Holmes it was hardly the money that mattered.
Lestrade’s continued tales prompted Molly to finally make her own appointment. And heaven help, it only took one simple haircut…one haircut to know that she never wanted to go elsewhere.
Did he tend to be tactless, and even rude, at times? Certainly. But Molly was nothing short of thrilled by his wit and brilliance. He was a wonderfully unique man in many ways, and that made up for the occasions when she considered giving him a firm smack upside the head. As did the fact that she could see very clearly that he was not the wholly the arrogant git he played so well. He was far more.
And she had to admit that she’d fallen completely in love with him.
“Hey, nicely done,” Greg told Sherlock with a firm handshake.
“The evening is over now and I believe that’s the real success,” Sherlock replied. “The bride and groom are off and all went remarkably smoothly. That is, aside from the fact that the photographer had to be arrested for attempted robbery in the coat room.”
“Right, yeah,” Greg agreed, coloring a bit at the mention of the crime which he had to be told to deal with. “Good catch on that one. Glad I was there to call for backup and having him carted away. Oh and hey, you got through that speech pretty well too, even without Molly helping!”
Sherlock frowned. “Molly?”
“Well yeah, she figured you’d need a bit of help since speeches and weddings and things ‘aren’t your area’. Really wanted to give you a hand, but I guess your schedule was pretty tight this past week.” He clapped Sherlock on the shoulder. “Nice job pulling it off on your own.”
Greg said something after that about grabbing a late drink with the maid of honor and he bid Sherlock goodnight. But he wasn’t paying too much attention to the inspector by then. At that point Sherlock was trying to process this unexpected information. He’d known that Molly had been trying to get a hold of him repeatedly leading up to the wedding, but he’d assumed it had been about her and her needs. He hadn’t realized…it had all been about him. Somehow, she’d known that this whole thing was going to be difficult for him and had tried to reach out to help.
Sherlock released a deep exhale, shutting his eyes and sliding fingers through his hair. He felt like a colossal idiot and an unfeeling git. He’d unwittingly shoved Molly and her good intentions aside once again. And all for what? All to ensure that these carefully constructed walls around him stayed intact and immovable. He couldn’t help be afraid for their stability when it came to her. Molly Hooper had a way of digging in deep; under the foundations to where there were weak spots, which he would then need to painstakingly reinforce once again. And sometimes it made him wonder…
Should he simply let go and let it all crumble to the ground?