Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, BBC does :-/

Molly Hooper slumped in a chair at St. Bart's morgue. Her mouth had been driving her insane lately. As a teenager her gums grew over her back molars, but she never bothered to fix it. Chewing often caused her encroaching gums to inflame. Terribly afraid of the dentist, the poor pathologist suffered through the pain almost daily. This particular day changed that forever.

Sherlock Holmes flew through the doors with John at his heels.

"Molly! I need an el-"

"Sherlock, Molly obviously isn't feeling well, your elbow experiment will have to wait," John interrupted.

Sherlock huffed as John went to stand by Molly.

"I'm sorry about him, is everything alright?"

The doctor's gentle tone coaxed Molly to tell him about what was really going on. Gazing at her sternly yet kindly, John insisted she make an appointment with his dentist for that evening and promised to go with her. She complied, hands shaking and voice quavering slightly. After this, she rose and gave Sherlock the elbow he'd been longing for the whole time and bid the two men goodbye.

When Molly got off work, John stood outside waiting for her. They walked down to the office together in silence until they reached the door.

"John, I'm scared," Molly admitted, unsure why she was confiding in the doctor in the first place.

"It's alright to be scared, even I get scared of this place."

They entered and Molly filled out the endless piles of paper. The kind assistant soon led a reluctant Molly to the room. Doctor Millar entered soon after and examined the swollen gums.

"Well Miss Hooper, this is a simple fix, we'll just use a little laser to get rid of the excess gum tissue. It'll only take about 45 minutes."

Molly nodded and allowed them to inject the Novacain. While there wasn't any pain, one or two tears escaped over the course of the procedure caused by the aroma of burning flesh. The dentist worked quickly and soon Molly felt the tools leave her mouth.

"Alright, your gums may be sore for a couple days, but after that you'll be pain free," Doctor Millar explained kindly.

Molly exited the office after paying for the procedure. John led her out of the office and delivered her safely to her flat with a promise to check up on her. Every day for the next week he brought her milkshakes at the morgue, which made dealing with dead bodies and a sore mouth much easier.

A/N: That one was painful to write :p I based Molly's problem off my own experience. Totally had some flashback moments :p

This may be the last installment of Toothache for a while... Inspiration isn't coming :p I'm planning a couple more stories coming soon if you all decide to watch for them :)