To the battle
It was a normal day.
Sherlock Holmes left the crime scene with Doctor Watson after solving the case, breaking another record and leaving the good detective speechless and awed.
He took his carriage to 221B Baker street, drank his tea, skipped his lunch, and spent the rest of his day in his lab doing one of his hideous experience that caused two of his former neighbors to move out.
It was a normal day in the one and proudly only consulting detective’s life, but this night wasn’t.
He cleaned his shoes till he saw his face on them, wore his best tailored suit and his favorite tie, put the lucky handkerchief his mother once gave to him in his pocket for the first time even if he didn’t believe in luck, and looked to the mirror.
“To the battle” he murmured to himself before he left his home and rode to the ballroom.
It was a normal day.
Doctor Hooper finished her autopsies at St.Bart morgue, took her carriage to home, drank her tea, ate a light lunch, fed her cat, and read another chapter of her novel.
It was a normal day in the proudly first woman pathologist in London’s life, but the night wasn’t.
She didn’t get used to attend this kind of parties, dancing wasn’t her most strength point but she couldn’t reject Sir Holmes and his wife’s invitation specially after she asked herself and insisted on her present.
She got her best dress out, it was a baby rose sweetheart neck long sleeves dress with black lace strips, she loved the style and how it made her feel beautiful but there was no chance to wear it after her sister’s wedding.
She wore the dress, collected her hair in bun, left two thin brown strips to decorate her face and put a black pin in the shape of flower by the side. it was simple but showed her beauty.
She smiled at herself at the mirror, she felt beautiful she decided against adding any colors to her face.
She took her carriage and rode to the ballroom, thinking all the way what would be her dear friend Sherlock reaction.
IT felt like eternity had passed since he put his legs in his brother’s ballroom till this second.
The whole government was at the party as usual, the high class community, and most of the detectives inspectors, he was disinterested in engaging with any one of them in any topics, he took a place in the shadows where he could be unseen and still could see the entrance door.
This was the night.
This night he finally decided to do as his dear friend always told him, stop acting as a petulant child and start to put some grown up pants on.
This night he would finally declare his love for Doctor Hooper.
She didn’t arrive yet and she haven’t ever been late.
He tried to calm his aching heart by remembering the first time the met.
He smiled at the memory.
A year ago he entered the morgue to find Doctor Robert’s face nearer to the color of fresh cherry in its season arguing loudly with the annoyingly serene petite woman who answered quietly he’s absolutely most certainly wrong.
He watched the scene with amusement while they argued about the cause of death of the victim he came to see, wondering at first who was she, a woman working in a morgue wasn’t something he heard of every day, till Doctor Stamford walked in and introduced her as Doctor Margaret Hooper, the new youngest and first on her class pathologist.
The corpse was crying her deductions making him wondering how hard Doctor Robert had fallen from the tree when he was a kid and how exactly did he achieve this position, who didn’t stay for an instant after Holmes had confirmed Doctor Hooper’s assumption.
“The smartest move he did for this case since he worked on it” he said while he leaned down to have a better sight to the corpse, when he raised his head she was frowning.
“leaving the morgue, he was lowering the intelligence of the whole room” he said smirking and she laughed loudly trying to catch air for her lung after seconds, she caught his heart as well.
Day after day through this year their friendship went stronger, he stopped working with other pathologists, she shared his passion in experiences and science, even provided him body parts when he needed, it was sort of perfection, he never thought of more before he laid his eyes on her, and he never dared to hope for more then.
He’s never been in any kind of relationship with women, how could he manage to keep a wonderful woman as her with all his faults and issues, he couldn’t stop thinking of the possibility of losing her as a dear friend if she thought of him as only friend.
It took him a whole year of interventions from his brother and dear friend to put himself together and find the courage to ask her.
And what is better than a dance to start with.
He reached for the watch in his pocket but before he could get it out he stopped breathing.
Doctor Hooper, Molly, entered from the door, looking like a fairytale princess from the old novels.
@gcintia thank you so much for your adorable prompt hope you like it :)