gracepage-deactivated20120405 asked: Should I take that as a threat?
Depends on how you play your cards.
The Game Begins | Molly Hooper
Sebastian sighed as Molly droned on about this or that, occasionally saying “Oh yes,” and “That’s interesting,” as needed. Who would have thought that getting to Sherlock would be such a drag? Molly seemed to be finished talking for the time being, which at least gave Sebastian some peace. The sun had long since set and Sebastian was anxious to see Sherlock face-to-face.
“So, yeah, I was up in the Scottish highlands recently,” Sebastian said, trying to redirect the conversation into something more his style, “Beautiful place, really. Has some great views. Part of this whole thing to reinvent myself. Life is too short to sit around being bored all the time, you know? I mean, I’d like to make my crime hobby into a full-time thing, but I just wouldn’t know where to start.”
“Well, you know…I was just suggesting it because you said you enjoyed solving them,” Molly shrugged, nervously chuckling again. ”And yeah, it is a bit cool, isn’t it?” she attempted to joke, as she glanced away uncomfortably at her own response. ”Though one of the other reasons why I chose to be a pathologist was because I was interested in the stories that hid behind those lives, as tragic as they may be sometimes. That, and I was always a bit of a science geek. But anyway,” she added quickly, hoping that she didn’t have to go too in-depth describing her younger years of being mocked for her interest in textbook knowledge. ”What’s wrong with sick people? Being sick is normal - everyone does once in a while,” Molly very lightly teased, not wanting to offend Sebastian. ”They’re still people.”
She watched him carefully, and maybe it was just in her head, but his story seemed to continuously alter the further they went in their conversation. Hadn’t he said that his true passion was crime? If anything, if someone was passionate about something, they wouldn’t be bothered about the stress if they find perusing their passion stressful at all. Another note: why did he want to study pre-med, if he was turned off by sick people? Surely, it was implied that he would have to some time. What was the point of wanting to study something to help cure others if you weren’t even willing to be near them? For a man who seemed to find genuine interest in others, he didn’t come off as very empathetic - if anyone knew empathy, it was her. It was her probably her most prominent strength, but also her most prominent weakness.
“With all the consulting work I do, I just don’t have time to sit down like this and just talk to someone, you know?” Sebastian said. ”I just feel like I need a stable job so I can just sit down somewhere and have tea and a chat every once in a while.”
Why was she analyzing this man so elaborately, anyway? He had just admitted to her that he never had time to have a relaxing casual conversation and a warm cup of tea. It had made her feel a bit guilty for questioning his intentions in the first place. But what on Earth was that uncomfortable itch she felt in he back of her mind? And why on Earth was Toby staring at her so intensely, flicking his tail like he did when he was irritated? Didn’t he usually nap during these hours? There were way too many thoughts processing in her head, and it was more than overwhelming. She was surprised she hadn’t collapsed in a faint yet.
“I’m glad I was able to offer that,” Molly replied with a weak smile, gripping her cup tightly as she fought for her consciousness. She didn’t want to slip back into analyzing Sebastian in fear she would conclude something rather unpleasant. ”Uhm - would you like some biscuits with your tea?” she added rather abruptly.
Sebastian smiled. “That would be delightful.” Sebastian accepted the biscuits with a courteous smile. “So, Molly, what do you say to going out later? I haven’t been in the city in quite some time and I could use someone to help me look better out there.” Hoping that this latest move would lower Molly’s guard through shock and awe tactics, He sipped his tea and awaited an answer.
Sebastian noticed the rising tension in the room and took a sip from his mug. “No, just an enthusiast. Watching from the sidelines,” Sebastian said, as though she had hit a tender point. “I guess I just like all those detective shows and stories, but I just don’t think I’m cut out to solve crimes.” Sebastian tried to catch Molly’s eye again, though he could tell that she was being timid out of natural reaction. He simply decided he needed to take a new approach. Well, actually, just more lying, but a different kind of lying. “Yeah, tech consulting isn’t very interesting a lot of the time, so I read stories. I mostly do security systems for large firms, but I can’t say that’s any fun. What kind of work do you do?” Sebastian thought that if he allowed her to revert to talking about work, she’d be more at ease with him, so he took another sip of tea and prepared to listen.
“Oh,” Molly replied, slightly furrowing her brow. ”Well, maybe you should try it out anyway. You’ll never know,” she added with a partial smile, her fingers playing with the paper teabag tag that hung from her mug. Molly was still weary about fully trusting this man, despite the fact that he didn’t seem to come off as dangerous. The same thing had happened with her and Jim, and look how that turned out. Sherlock accuses him of being gay, and comes out of the closet as a world-class criminal. Of course she didn’t know better then - Molly was vulnerable and thought Jim was a turnaround after all the rejections from Sherlock. Molly is still vulnerable now, and Sherlock would never be interested in her - but did she know better now?
She wasn’t completely sure, but all she wanted to do is protect Sherlock. This was the first time he had ever relied on her for anything, and Molly wanted to show him that she was strong enough to do that. ”I work in a…a morgue. It’s not exactly a great conversation topic…” she said with a nervous chuckle.
Sebastian chuckled. “Me? Solve crimes?” he asked incredulously. “Seems like a lot of stress. So you work at a morgue. Practically solving crimes yourself then? Finding out all the neat little intricacies of what killed people and what not. I briefly studied pre-med, but I didn’t want to constantly be around sick people.” Sebastian sipped the last of his tea and sat the mug down, sighing to himself.
“With all the consulting work I do, I just don’t have time to sit down like this and just talk to someone, you know?” Sebastian said, finally showing the five aces he had had stocked in his hand. “I just feel like I need a stable job so I can just sit down somewhere and have tea and a chat every once in a while.”
Molly’s body tensed up, her suspicion of Sebastian developing only now. It might have been the fact that he was a gorgeous face, it might have been the fact that he was a gorgeous face hitting on her -Molly Hooper, but it was the description of his job. ‘I do a lot of consulting work…I just like to make my own theories about how the crimes were committed.’ She tried her best to continue to seem at ease, mindlessly stirring her tea. Was he another one of those nutter journalist that John kept finding at his doorstep? Maybe? Though she wasn’t quite sure how that would be possible. No one really knew that she worked with Sherlock and John, except for a select few. So, what did he want?
“Oh,” she finally replied, staring behind Sebastian, attempting to avoid eye contact. Molly hoped that the slight change in behavior would be taken as her simply being the timid woman she is. ”So…do you work for the police and help them with investigations?” Molly asked, taking a long sip of her tea.
Sebastian noticed the rising tension in the room and took a sip from his mug. “No, just an enthusiast. Watching from the sidelines,” Sebastian said, as though she had hit a tender point. “I guess I just like all those detective shows and stories, but I just don’t think I’m cut out to solve crimes.”
Sebastian tried to catch Molly’s eye again, though he could tell that she was being timid out of natural reaction. He simply decided he needed to take a new approach. Well, actually, just more lying, but a different kind of lying. “Yeah, tech consulting isn’t very interesting a lot of the time, so I read stories. I mostly do security systems for large firms, but I can’t say that’s any fun. What kind of work do you do?”
Sebastian thought that if he allowed her to revert to talking about work, she’d be more at ease with him, so he took another sip of tea and prepared to listen.
Molly looked away bashfully, not at all use to compliments. Plus, she always thought of her name similar to one of a plain-Jane. A short silence fell between them as she headed into the kitchen, watching Sebastian take a seat at the table. Accidentally meeting his eyes, she looked away quickly, his presence beginning to make her a bit nervous if she hadn’t been already.
As the kettle went off, she hurried over to it, relieved that she had something to do, rather than meet his gaze again. Sometimes she wished she had the confidence to not act like a complete cow in front of attractive men. The rest of the time, she wished she didn’t act like a dead fish in front of Sherlock. Granted, it was getting easier to talk to him the more they Skyped, but only by a fraction. It was easiest to speak to him when it was strictly work, but whenever she asked about him, it made her incredibly nervous. Molly did once have a stronger voice for herself, but after the constant failed relationships and rejections over the years, it nearly shrunk to a size of a pea.
Setting out two mugs with teabags, she poured hot water into both of them. ”Uhm, I’m a pathologist,” she replied with a slight smile, before taking out a carton of milk and a jar of sugar. ”What do you do?”
“Oh, a little bit of this, a little of that,” Sebastian said, “I do a lot of consulting work, but my true passion is crime. Follow them in the papers, and snap photos at the scenes. Doesn’t pay much, but fun all the same.” Finally, the first truth that Sebastian had told the entire day. He took the mug and dipped his teabag in it, looking around the room.
“Well, I can’t say that I find too much fun in it,” Sebastian said. “I just like to make my own theories about how the crimes were committed.” Sebastian knew that planting a connection between Sherlock and Sebastian would be the fastest way to get to see Sherlock, so he wasn’t exactly subtle about it, but Molly hadn’t been very suspicious of the chance encounter with the — dare he think it — beautiful man.
Molly simply nodded without a word, only capable of staring at him as he shot her a smile. Heading into the kitchen, she put the kettle on, Toby staring up at her with his large, round eyes. “It’s rude to stare, Toby,” she said to him, crossing her arms. He continued to watch her, before flicking his tail and trotting off. That cat was a strange one.
Heading back out into the hall where Sebastian was making his call, she leaned against the doorframe as he hung up. “Did you need to call a cabbie as well? Or a tow? Make as many calls as you need,” she smiles politely at him, pushing her hair behind her ear. “And…erm…my name’s Molly.”
Sebastian smirked. “That’s a nice name. I don’t think I’ll need a tow for now, but if I could sit down and gather myself. I’m nowhere near charming when I’m in this state.” Sebastian could tell that she was eating up his every word. He gave himself a little smirk as he walked into the kitchen where he took a seat and waited for Molly.
The kettle whistled and Sebastian looked over at it, rubbing his ear. “So, Molly, what do you do for a living?”
Molly nodded and smiled, shutting the front door after he stepped inside. Brushing a couple of stray pieces of hair from her eyes, she looked over at the photograph he spotted of Toby’s first anniversary of being adopted. ”His name’s Toby,” she smiled again, still staring at the photo, beginning to reminisce briefly. ”But the real one’s right there,” she added, waving over at the kitchen counter. Toby simply stared up at Sebastian, flicking his tail.
“Uhm, the phone’s right over here,” she told him, pointing down the hall. ”Take as much time as you need to phone your friend. Would you like a cup of tea or something while you wait?”
Sebastian gave a charming smile. “Yes, that would be great. I take it strong.” Sebastian walked down the hall and silenced his mobile, which he used as his friend’s phone for the conversation.
“Hey,” Sebastian said as he passed into his voicemail, waiting a few seconds after each sentence to make it seem like another person was talking. “Yeah, I got a flat, so I won’t be able to meet you today. I’ll just call a tow and find some place to hole up for the night.”
The conversation seemed realistic enough to Sebastian, who acted surprised when he turned around and saw Molly though he had seen her coming down the hall. “Hey there,” Sebastian said. “I never caught your name, by the way.”
Molly watched her pasta float around in a circle as she stirred, before adding a pinch of salt to the water. Her heart nearly jumped out of her chest as she heard a sudden knock on her door. She furrowed her brows in confusion, as she was not expecting any company today. Setting down her spatula on the counter, she headed towards the door, seeing the figure of the person at her doorstep through the frosted window.
“Excuse me,” the stranger said - a man. “My car got a flat about two blocks down the road and I was wondering if I could use your phone to ring my friend up.”
Unsuspecting of him, she opened the door and looked up to see an obviously fit man, blinking a bit in silence before quickly shaking her head and nodded. ”Yeah, sure. Come in!” Molly finally said in response, opening the door more so he could step inside.
Sebastian smiled at Molly and took a step inside. “Thank you, miss. You are a godsend.” Sebastian looked about the entryway quickly, trying to take in as much as he could to try and charm Molly into a completely open state.
“By the way, I’m Sebastian. So, what’s your cat’s name?” Sebastian smirked, noticing the photo of Molly and her cat hanging on the wall beside a mirror. Things were playing out smoothly for Sebastian: a common but appreciated occurrence.
Sebastian decided he would turn his charm up to near-catastrophic levels to tug at Molly’s heartstrings, suggest a future and what not. He ran his hand back through his hair and commented on the wind.
Introductions in Order | Sebastian
Sebastian turned up his collar to the wind and cupped a cigarette in his hands as he stood outside the infamous Baker Street headquarters of Sherlock Holmes, the presumed-dead consulting detective. He lit his cigarette and let it burn for a moment before taking a long drag. According to the files, the easiest way to get close to Sherlock was to fly under his radar. Don’t meet him face-to-face.
“Well, let’s see,” Sebastian pulled out his phone and browsed through a few folders of files on Sherlock and Co. before stopping on the file of Miss Molly Hooper: works in the morgue at St. Bart’s, devoted to Sherlock, and recent recurring strings of bad relationships. Sebastian smiled. This stuff was gold.
He hailed a cab and told the cabbie Molly’s address. He sat in silence for the entire ride, save answering a few questions the cabbie asked. Once they were within a block of Molly ‘s flat, Sebastian called the cabbie to a stop and jumped out. He casually walked until he was within a few meters of her front door when he cleared his throat and knocked on the door.
“Excuse me,” he called through the door. “My car got a flat about two blocks down the road and I was wondering if I could use your phone to ring my friend up.”