barbayat ◾ ◾ 2.01 A scandal in Belgravia

I haven't been able to do much writing this week. Thanks to feeling down both spiritually and physically (I think after having a lot of headaches, I know officially caught a cold).

Made a new sub-page on my fanfic site, for stuff related to Sherlock, like scenes with Molly in it (more will probably come while waiting for Season 3). Basically preparations for an eventual fanfic in 2014 - in case season 3 really only airs on xmas 2013.

Here is the link to my webpage

Sherlock:	Oh dear Lord.
Molly:	Hello everyone. Sorry, hello. Uh, it said on the door just to just come up.

All:	Hello, Molly. (with the exception of Sherlock)
Sherlock:	Everybody saying hello to each other, how wonderful.
Lestrade:	Let me, ...(offers to take Molly's coat and then sees her in that gorgeous black dress.) holy Mary. Wow.
Molly:	So were having a Christmas drinkies, then?
Sherlock:	No stopping them, apparently.
Mrs. Hudson:	It's the one day of the year where the boys have to be nice to to me, so it's almost worth it.

Sherlock:	John? The counter on your blog ...
John:	Hmm?
Lestrade:	Molly, want a drink?
Sherlock:	It still says 1,895.
John:	Oh no, Christmas is cancelled.
Sherlock:	And you've got a photograph of me wearing that hat!
John:	People like the hat.
Sherlock:	No, they don't. What people?
Molly:	How's the hip?
Mrs. Hudson:	Oh, it's atrocious but thanks for asking.
Molly:	I've seen much worse but then I do post-mortems. - Oh, God, sorry.

Sherlock:	Don't make jokes, Molly.
Molly:	No, sorry.
Lestrade:	Here you are.
Molly:	Thank you. I wasn't expecting to see you. I thought you were going to be in Dorset for Christmas?
Lestrade:	That's first thing in the morning, me and the wife, we're back together, it's all sorted.
Sherlock:	No, she's sleeping with a PE teacher.
Molly:	And John, I hear you're off to your sister's, is that right?
John:	Yeah.
Molly:	Sherlock was complaining. Saying.
John:	First time ever, she's cleaned-up her act, she's off the booze.
Sherlock:	Nope.
Molly:	Shut up, Sherlock.

Sherlock:	I see you've got a new boyfriend, Molly, and you're serious about him.
Molly:	Sorry, what?
Sherlock:	In fact, you're seeing him this very night and you're giving him a gift.
Dr. John:	Take a day off...
Lestrade:	Shut up and have a drink.
Sherlock:	Oh come on, surely you've all seen the present on top of the bag? Perfectly wrapped with a bow, all the others are slap-dash at best. For someone special then. Shade of red echoes her lipstick, either an unconscious association or one that she's deliberately trying to encourage. Either way, Miss Hooper has loooove on her mind.

Sherlock:	The fact that she's serious about him is clear from the fact that she's giving him a gift at all, that would suggest hopes of a long-term relationship. And the fact that she's seeing him tonight is obvious from her makeup and what she's wearing. Obviously trying to compensate for the size of her mouth and breasts...

Molly:	You always say such horrible things. Every time. Always. Always...
Sherlock:	I am sorry. Forgive me.

Sherlock:	Merry Christmas, Molly Hooper.
Sherlock gives Molly a kiss on the cheek, shortly followed by the sound of woman moaning.
Molly:	Oh no that wasn't... I didn't...

Sherlock:	It was me!
Lestrade:	Really?
Sherlock:	My phone!