Sherlolly #3- Cuddle and Nuzzle.It had been a very long day for Molly Hooper.
Most of the staff at St Bartholomew's have been ill for a few days now, leaving Molly to do their work. With a annoyed sigh, Molly began finishing up her third autopsy of the day. Even though there was two more to be completed before she can go home, relax and see a certain consulting detective.
Molly smiled, she and Sherlock had been dating for a few months after Sherlock finally realised that he had feelings for his pathologist.
Her consulting detective.
Speaking of Sherlock, Molly was unaware of the morgue door quietly opening, and the figure entering the lab. Soon Molly felt a pair arms wrap around her waist, and curly hair tickling her neck.
"Hello Sherlock" Molly quietly said, smiling.
The man said nothing but tightened his grip on Molly's waist.
"Mmm" Sherlock started, lifting his head away slightly. "Gavin texted saying it was a eight, merely a three. The sister did it." Sherlock stated,
Sherlolly #2 -Finding your wallet.Molly Hooper, a mousy chestnut haired pathologist at St. Bartholomew's Hospital with a love for cats, sat alone in a small coffee shop. A mug containing a very warm chocolate liquid was resting in Molly's hands, a half eaten muffin laying next to her hands.
It had been over an hour since Molly had to perform a autopsy on a elderly man name Mr Jefferson. Was a very gruesome job, but, nothing that Molly couldn't manage.
Sipping at her warm hot chocolate, Molly scanned the coffee shop. Noticing that the shop was slightly busy, a few people were scattered across the room, some standing and others sitting, talking.
Soon Molly began thinking about what to do for the rest of the day.
Well, first I'll have to go back to Bart's. Have a few more post-mortems to perform, should take about 3 hours. Unless, Jackson leaves early again and dumps his work on me. Arsehole. After I can go home, feed Toby, order a takeout, watch a movie and then I guess-
Molly's thoughts were disrupted as a tall c
Sherlolly #1 -School activity.Prompt: One is a single parent, the other is looking after a niece/nephew. Both attend a school activity.
"Of course, brother mine, I would be.. happy to." Sherlock Holmes said with a forced smile to his brother. The brother himself had asked, almost pleaded to Sherlock to take his son to a school play, complaining that there would be people there and interacting with others.
Of course Mycroft would sicken at the thought of talking with other parents.
"Thank you, brother dear. You know how I despise social.. events." Sherlock took note of the slight shudder in his brother's body, an unpleasant expression on his face.
"Uncle Sher!" A happy cry brought a smile to Mycroft's face as a young boy with brown hair and a pair of misty blue-grey eyes came running to his father and uncle. "Hello Eddie, ready to go?" His father asked, the boy nodded his head excitedly. "Alright, did you say goodbye to your mother?" The young boy nodded again and his father smiled, before ruffl
Teenlock Sherlolly: The Ball"Ugh, John...Why did you drag me to this insufferable place?", Sherlock growled at his friend who was dragging him to a school dance.
His mother was thrilled to see him go and Mycroft scoffed at the idea. He uttered something harsh and their mother scolded him. Sherlock pulled out everything to try to stop John, he used nearly every complaint that usually got to him. But deep down inside there was a small reason for why he agreed to come, a reason he told nobody.This was a very formal dance, girls had to wear fancy dresses, and the boys had to wear their best suits. John was ready to meet Mary when they first got there. That means Sherlock would be alone. Sherlock had formed two plans, avoid the Scotland Yard crew(his nickname for Lestrade, Sally, and Anderson), and keep away from Irene Adler. His second plan involve a spare room and a few other things he can rely on himself for.
As he and John enter the room, they saw that the gym had been transformed into a grand ballroom. Everyone's