I know the plot is stale but I've tried to bring a new angle to it. All rights to BBC, Moffat and Gattis. Thanks MizJoely for being a great beta. Please Read and Review :)


Molly Hooper was lying on her couch, eyes closed and hands folded over her head. She had had an exhausting day and even now wasn't completely relaxed because she was waiting for her phone to go 'ding' with a message from a certain annoying consulting detective – "Don't switch off your phone Molly – I never know when unexpected evidence might turn up and I don't want to depend on that quivering oaf" – that 'quivering oaf' being a new lab attendant.

He's quivering because you scared him to death you idiot! What kind of a man screams at a new employee on his first day?! He knew that ! Oh he knew! Things like that are obvious to him! Does he have no sense of pro- Oh what the hell! He's Sherlock! I'm pretty sure his whole amygdala is missing and in its place, he has a highly inaccurate index of 'facial cues and appropriate responses'. That idiot! Thanks to him the new worker won't help me and I'm doing double the work with the bonus of being called 'John' from time to time! Oh lovely Molly, just lovely! Rude intelligent men, scared unhelpful coworkers, fiendishly unpredictable office hours, dead bodies –

At that last thought Molly suddenly sat up with a deep frown on her face – something had just hit her and the knowledge the sudden realization gave her was slowly filling her with self-disgust. She was letting Sherlock walk over her because of her crush, but now this crush was ruining her first love – human anatomy and its many mysteries. She chose to be a pathologist and loved being one. Dead bodies were never a problem before,but all the emotional turmoil and the overwork was turning her off from what she once dearly loved and worked hard at.

That's it, she thought with a touch of defiance. I've sacrificed too many things for him but he's not going to take away from me the one thing that keeps me sane – the interest I have in my work. This will never stop if, as usual, I melt at the sight of him. I have to be strong. I have to understand that Sherlock is indifferent to me – he probably won't even notice if I stop helping him. Somebody else will take that role and he'll only notice when they get his coffee wrong. Alright then Molly, stop being a lab assistant and start being what you are – a damned good pathologist! With that final thought, she smiled confidently to herself, switched off her phone and headed out. She knew she needed a lot of things to keep Sherlock Holmes from out of her head and her life – right then, the things that seemed the most helpful were shopping for stationery, fish and chips, and a movie. As she locked the door there was only one thought in her head…I can flush him out and I will.