Sherlock One Shots

How I Met Sherlock Holmes - Sherlock and Molly

How I Met Sherlock Holmes – Sherlock and Molly

{SHERLOCK: What happened to the lipstick?

MOLLY (smiling awkwardly at him): It wasn’t working for me.

SHERLOCK: Really? I thought it was a big improvement. Your mouth’s too small now.} Molly Hooper and Sherlock Holmes: A Study in Pink

Only Sherlock Holmes would think I was offering to make him coffee, I meant go out into the outdoors and have coffee in a coffee shop! As a date possibly…well that doesn’t matter now anyway. He thinks he has to tell me how he takes his coffee; I’ve known him since university for god sakes. It has always been black with two sugars. He hasn’t changed since I’ve known him, always arrogant and clever basically he is a smart arse but he is clueless he is doing it. I mean I’m used to it, I always internally laugh when others look shocked.

I didn’t meet Sherlock until half way through my first year at university. I had seen him before but it was about January when we had our first confrontation. He studied Chemistry and I studied bio-chemistry so we shared a couple of lectures but that is not how we met. I used to get bullied a lot at school and bitched about at university it was because I was the small faced, quiet girl with no friends, I guess nothing has changed. But Sherlock, he was the closest thing I had to a friend.

It was the night before my mock exam, so the first exam I ever did at university and I was nervous. I went down to the library to get in some last minute revision because my roommate was driving me up the wall with her “boy troubles”, it was so infuriating. The library was busy, lots of people working or pretending to be working. I tried to sit in my usual spot but there were a bunch of snobby girls there and they didn’t let me sit. So I sat on the next table in a dark corner next to a mysterious boy. It was the tall, lean, dark curly haired boy who was in a couple of my lectures with the cheekbones…i.e. Sherlock.

He wasn’t revising like I thought he was, he was reading murder mystery books. He had a huge pile. When I sat down the bitches behind me started to whisper, obviously something about me and Sherlock lifts his head up from his book and tutted at the girls’ actions. He looked back down at his book and turned a page, “Do they do that a lot?” He asked which snapped my attention to him. His voice was low and hoarse and could melt my heart.

“Yes, I am used to it though.” I replied, I don’t want sympathy but I am one for the truth. He turned his attention away from his book and looked at me in the eyes; they were so blue with a hint of green and possibly gold. Then he started to study the rest of me, I started to squirm I barely knew him. Then he glared at the girls, I thought it was him standing up for me but I was wrong.

“Trivial.” He stated.

“W-w-what?” I asked, confused.

“Gossiping, bitching whatever you personally call it. It is trivial.” He replied and I sat there blanked faced. Obviously I know Sherlock properly now but then I had no idea what he was like. He looked back down at his book and continued. “True minds leave all trivial things behind. The brain is what counts.” I knew he meant himself, Mr True Minds sounded so conceited but I was drawn to him for some reason. There was something mysterious about him.

After a couple of weeks I worked out that he goes to the library every night at seven o’clock without fail. He always sits in the same spot. I sound like a stalker but there was something about him that interested me. At first I would just stand round the side of the book shelf and occasionally peer round to see what he was doing but he was always reading murder mysteries or other detective stories. When I gained some courage, which took a couple of weeks, I would sit at a table quite far from him but so I could see what he was doing. He would just read, but never finished a book. He got about half way but then would shut it dramatically and make a pile of books that he didn’t finish. He gradually read less and less chapters of a book before shutting it.