Molly was just starting her last autopsy of
the day. Ever since Sherlock had gone
off for places unknown to her the job she had come to enjoy had been reduced to
a monotonous necessity. As she picked up
her scalpel to make her first incision she heard the door to the morgue
open. She sighed and replaced her tool
to its original place. She looked up to
see her visit.
“Hi are you Dr. Molly Hooper?”
The woman who had come in was a pretty sort with a playful smile. Her blond locks were cut off in a bob. She had the look of someone who was laid back but could stand her ground. Molly’s eyes slanted in distrust as she saw the woman before her and her heart started beating faster against her own desire for calm.
“What are you doing here?” Molly winced at how harsh her voice sounded. Why couldn’t she be calmer like…well it didn’t matter. She wasn’t Sherlock and could never be someone who craved action. She preferred the quiet of her morgue, if she could help the police at times that was great. They rarely called on her services now due to her past involvement in helping with Sherlock’s cases. She had expected it and still respected those who fought for justice especially against murderers. She also had more than respect where Sherlock was concerned but he had been gone two years and yet he plagued her mind on a daily basis.
The blond was taken back for a second, “I’m sorry did I come at a bad time…should I come back later?”
“Well, no time is really going to great for this is it?” was the only reply the woman received from the petite pathologist.
“I am sorry to have disturbed you. You’re not quite how John described you.” The woman had a confused and concerned look on her face.
“Surely you know John Watson. He said you had forgotten his name early in your acquaintance but surely you know him now?” The woman smirked good-naturedly at Molly.
“Of course I know John! What do you want with him?” Dr. Molly Hooper had grabbed the scalpel that had still been at hand.
The blond took in the situation and while confused decided the easiest way to diffuse the situation is to explain and introduce herself. “My name is Mary Morstan and I’m currently dating John.” She smirked as she thought about her John and how jittery he seemed to be around her at present.
“Actually, I think he is getting up the nerve to ask me to marry him. I thought it might be a good idea to get to know some of his friends…”
“We weren’t exactly friends. I worked with him and Sherlock on cases from time to time. That is all.” Molly could feel adrenaline pumping through her ears. Why wouldn’t this woman just say why she really came? She wished she would just make her threats out in the open. If she did so she could signal her protection detail, she wouldn’t alert anyone until then. Mycroft had made her life difficult enough as it was, it was all she could do to make sure he didn’t bug her bloody morgue.
Mary looked mystified. “I just wanted to know more about John and Sherlock…”
Molly had reached her end. She slammed her free hand down beside the body she was supposed to be cutting open. “Of course you do. That’s all anyone ever wants. Sherlock is dead! Leave me alone! And leave John alone! He doesn’t need anymore heartbreak!”
The blond was taken aback by the younger woman’s outburst. This wasn’t what she expected from John’s description but obviously the past couple of years had taken a toll on this woman the same as it had on her lover. Mary pursed her lips and leveled her eyes to look into Molly’s before she spoke again. She could handle high stress situations and she would handle this situation with her natural finesse she used to use in the field. She took a deep breath. “I am sorry for your loss, truly I am.” She held up her hand before the pathologist could interrupt once more. “I don’t know what you have been through but I am here out of concern and love for John. Nothing more, nothing less.”
Molly tightened her grip even further on her scalpel. She glared at the intruder refusing to believe her at her words. Molly’s character was one of incredible faithfulness. It was out of her loyalty to Sherlock she felt the need to protect his best friend from the creature in front of her. “You don’t know what I’ve been through but I happen to know something.”
Mary shifted her stance as she took in the body language of the tense young woman who stood before her. “And what’s that?”
“You’re name isn’t really Mary.”