bakerstreet | Are we friends or are we more?

the best friends to more meme

There's nothing in this world quite like a true, blue best friend that you can rely on. They've been with you through thick and thin, good and bad. You want to have fun? They're the first person you look for, because they always know how to bring the best out in you. You need a shoulder to cry on? Don't worry, they're already here. You need to bury a body? ...you should probably reconsider your priorities, but you know your best friend will be there with a shovel and a smile. You'd never ruin this friendship for ANYTHING in the world.

Something's brewing that may do just that, though. One of you has feelings, has for a long time, and that spells trouble. Unless you keep that to yourself and remain platonic, of course. Repression in this case might be a good thing.

Only it's too late. The cat's out of the bag, whether it's by confession or by accident. What to do, what to do? If feelings aren't returned, can you turn down a friend, or will you force something that isn't there just to make them happy? If feelings are returned, will you risk changing the perfect thing you have?

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Sherlock matches her deer in the headlights expression. It takes just a second for all the pieces to click together. All of her comments throughout the years and that awful Christmas with his not-so-kind deconstruction of her choice in lipstick and wrapping paper. He'd realised it then, hadn't he? That Molly's feelings towards him didn't begin and end with wanting to share a cup of coffee outside the hospital.

But hadn't she moved on? Surely, seeing him at his worst - just after the 'suicide' and since - would have erased all of that, wouldn't it?

No, apparently it hadn't.

"Oh," he says, blinking a few times and looking at Molly like he's never seen her before. "You mean... you," there's a long pause where he's speaking in his mind, but none of it makes it past his lips. Real words always seem to fail him when they matter the most. He furrows his brow and watches her gather up her things and move towards the door.

"It's only two weeks," she says as her ears burn and she ignores what he's said and right now she wishes it were longer. How she thinks she'll get over this man in two weeks when two years and an engagement didn't seem to do the trick, she does not know. But she has to try.

"Over before you know it. Sorry, I have things to do now. Goodbye, Sherlock."

She looks at him briefly before she and her armful of papers disappear into her office.

Sherlock stays behind in the lab, eventually sitting down on the nearest stool to process the conclusions he's drawn from the conversation. He's flattered by her infatuation where he'd been annoyed by it at first. In hindsight, now that he knows she still feels something towards him, he wonders if his method of using her affection towards him would be considered cruel.

It's almost ten minutes before she'll receive a series of texts from his phone:

Coffee?

When you're back from holiday.

We should discuss this.

The moment she's alone she groans at herself. How could she say that to him? How could she be so stupid? She sits at her desk and puts her head in her hands and does none of the work she intends to. She'll be here all night at this rate.

When her phone dings she hesitates to look at it. It can't possibly be him. Not after that.

But it is. And she's not sure what to make of the message. She's not sure what there is to discuss.

it's alright. Would be best if you just erased the whole thing I think.

He was lucky to have such an option.

This is probably not the best time to tell Molly that he can't actually delete things, isn't it? At least not by command. He forgets unimportant details simply because he chooses not to remember them. And sometimes, when he forgets something that turns out to be important, he uses 'deleting' as an excuse.

Sherlock won't be deleting this. But, refusing to acknowledge it and carrying on like it had never happened could save them both from an awkward conversation.

If you'd prefer it.

He considers leaving it at that, but he feels responsible in some way for her condition. Whether it's sympathy in knowing where she's coming from or guilt for using her, he's not sure and he doesn't really care. The feeling is there and he'd rather do something to render it neutralised if he can.

I have something to say first.

I'm sorry, Molly. I didn't realise how you felt.

About me.

I'm afraid I'm not built for romance, but I wish you the best in your endeavours.

I told you before that you deserve it and I've never lied to you.

And it's probably got awkward now, hasn't it?

She's ready to write back that she does prefer it, when another text comes in. And another. And another.

Damn that man. Now he has to go and be nice. Stupid, stupid, beautiful idiot.

She's crying at her desk and she can't help it. She knows that Sherlock is never going to feel the same for her, but she also knows that just cutting him out of her life will never do either. He's become too good a friend and sometimes he even acts like it. Like now.

I know. Thank you. Apologies for being silly as usual.

Sherlock takes the time to exit the lab - and the hospital - after he sends that last text. He'll be in the back of a cab when he checks his phone. Her texts are unnecessary, particularly the last one. He's grown rather used to Molly being herself around him and one aspect of that is her propensity to be silly when it comes to who she feels fond of. The holiday leave is going overboard, but he's done enough damage there already.

He leaves one more text before respecting her decision to be left alone.

Enjoy your holiday, Molly.

He'll fall back on using his kitchen lab when he can. He could get in to see the bodies in more creative ways. Demands, bribery, or breaking and entering if all else fails. It won't remedy the lack of company, but he'll manage.

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