a/n: A date with Sherlock was bound to go smoothly...

For those in Mrs Hudson's Kitchen who think Sherlock and Molly were made for each other.

Sherlock and companions do not belong to me.

Many thanks to Zaydee (ShabbanouScherherazade) for suggestions and encouragement.

Molly Hooper's Date

Chapter one

Butterflies

Appearing fast;

Blind panic

Surely

Couldn't last.

Reflection...a frown;

Lipstick toned down.

She knew this date

Was tempting fate...

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And Sherlock was late…

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That morning,

No warning,

No messing about.

He'd charmed

Then alarmed her;

Invited her out

Two tickets

One play

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"Yes!"

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What else could she say?

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Nine outfits

Considered,

Reviewed,

Then discarded.

Five hairstyles

Done up,

Then undone

In despair

Annoyed;

She was jealous

Of confident

Ladies;

Unworried,

Unhurried,

Entirely unfair!

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So, wearing the dress

She at last could decide on

(A softly draped number,

The first item tried on)

She waited and waited...

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Distinctly undated.

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She ran through imagined scenes

Under her breath;

A client,

A phone call,

A mystery death.

All those options which were

More exciting than her.

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To top it,

He just wouldn't answer his phone!

Decisions...

Accept a dull evening alone,

Just her and the cat?

No!

She wouldn't do that!

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She'd follow him carefully

Back to his source;

Two hundred and twenty one B, then,

Of course.

Composed and quite steady;

Molly Hooper was ready...

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