Bottled up inside — Chapter 5: Flurry of emotions

Dumped by her boyfriend, fired from Bart's, Molly is in a mess thanks to our detective.Will he be able to amend the state of affairs before Molly does something drastic? Read on to know. Slightly AU, post Reichenbach. Bits of Sherolly fluff. Please read and review!

Two weeks had passed since she had returned to Bart's. Yet she had neither seen him nor heard from him. She had sent him a text, thanking him for saving her life. He hadn't replied. Thinking about that day always brought about a whirlpool of emotions in her. Anger, towards Julia and her sneaky habits. Dismay, at what Stuart had done. Fear, as to what would've happened if Sherlock hadn't been there. And some unnamed emotion for the time she had been in Sherlock's embrace, sobbing into his shoulder and being comforted by him. The familiar electric currents running up and down her spine, the usual flush of her cheeks, her nervous stutter was all so familiar that it should be called the when-I-meet-Sherlock syndrome. She sighed to herself. Accepting the fact that things were going to be exactly as they were before hadn't been hard . But this avoidance was frustrating. She missed him. Striding into the morgue as if he owned it, working away incessantly at his microscope, the irritated expression usually reserved for a mind less intelligent than his own... 'Well, pondering over him isn't going to bring him back', she thought to herself. Might as well go and grab a cup of coffee and get back to work. She shrugged off her lab coat and strolled towards the cafeteria. ' A black coffee, two sugars to go please,' she said politely. The coffee arrived in a minute. She turned to go back upstairs. And the sight in front of her eyes made her freeze. Stuart and Julia were on the table at the extreme right, hands entwined and leaning towards each other. Julia's leg was so far up Stuart's leg that she could have counted the change in his pocket. Her hands tightened around the coffee cup and she felt a lump in her throat. True, she had no right to feel what she did, considering that things between her and Stuart had ended, but it still hurt. She choked back the tears that were starting to well up and turned, not willing to see any more , just wanting to get back to the morgue. Instead, she ran into something warm and solid. She tried to move past the person but he wouldn't budge. Finally, steeling herself and blinking furiously to make the tears vanish, she looked up to see a pair of brilliant blue eyes boring into hers. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Sherlock saw in an instant what had upset her. The oncologist and the slutty assistant were completely engrossed in their conversation and didn't spare a glance for him nor Molly. Which suited him quite well as he grabbed her shoulders and veered her towards the staircase and up till they reached the morgue. Here, he let her go and watched her reaction. She surprised him when she gave none. She walked towards her desk in her usual gait and sat down quietly, pulling the stack of files towards her. Same old clothes - wants to put the past behind No makeup - not in a mood to meet any new guys Hair in a messy bun - woke up late, dressed in a hurry No dark circles- slept well last night ( he noted in satisfaction) And then she looked at him questioningly. Her gaze did it. It set free the flurry of emotions he had tried to keep caged for so long. He looked into those hazel eyes wondering how she could hide away so much pain beneath them and not let anyone know. Not even him. He had had enough difficulty bringing his feelings under control. Honestly, it had been like he was a teenager once again. All those years spent as a junkie had left him with no time to think about the opposite sex. But now, it was as if he was seventeen once again, his hormones kicking into action, and sending his brain haywire, compensating for the time he had missed as an adolescent. It had taken him two Molly-free weeks to finally return to the cold heartless machine that he was. At the moment however, she had thrown all that effort out of the window as he felt himself drowning in her eyes once more. But what astonished him the most was that he didn't even want to try and stay afloat. 'Caring is not an advantage. Don't let your head be ruled by your heart'. Mycroft's words rang out in his ears but for once he ignored them. What was there to worry about now? Moriarty was gone and so were all of his henchmen. She must have noticed him staring because she blushed and smiled shyly, not meeting is simple upturning of her lips, he'd have given anything to make that happen again and again. It was lovely. She was lovely. And what made it even more special was the fact that it was because of him. He felt himself smiling at her in response. Not a smirk or a taunting grin. A smile. A warm genuine smile that hadn't adorned his face since time immemorial. This made her blush even more. Ah, there was the nervous biting of the lower lip. And this time before he knew what he was doing, he stepped forward and without bothering to say anything, ducked and touched his lips to hers.

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