Augustus and Alaska.
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One problem: Even AFTER I regenerate I will still be whovian. Still a great post!
Inception AU // Sherlock Holmes is a skilled thief, the absolute best in the dangerous art of Extraction; stealing valuable secrets from deep within the subconscious during the dream state, when the mind is at its most vulnerable. Sherlock’s rare ability has made him a coveted player in this treacherous new world of corporate espionage, but it has also made him an international fugitive and cost him everything he has ever loved. Now, one last job could give him his life back. Instead of the perfect heist, Sherlock and his team of specialists have to pull off the reverse: their task is not to steal an idea but to plant one. But no amount of careful planning or expertise can prepare the team for the dangerous enemy that seems to predict their every move. An enemy that only Sherlock could have seen coming… [x]
Sherlock, The Extractor // John, The Point Man // Lestrade, The Forger // Mycroft, The Architect // Molly, The Chemist // Moriarty, The Shade
Anonymous asked:
hello ! could you please write a story on how molly volunteered to auction herself for a charity event at st. barts and sherlock got all jealous at the guys who's bidding on her ?? .. :3
sherlollyprompts answered:
I hope you like this. I certainly did. When I saw it in my inbox, I couldn’t help but to imagine it straight away and I couldn’t wait to write it out. Hopefully I have done enough justice for you at least.
It was the evening of the Saint Bartholomew’s charity auction where various items were placed up for sale and all proceeds went to the hospital. This year’s event was to redevelop a section of the hospital that was run down which meant more money needed to be brought in than normal. So the call had been put out to the staff of the hospital and doctors, nurses and specialists had all put their hands up to be auctioned off for the night. The winning bidder would win a night out with their chosen person to take them to dinner or whatever else they wished to a reasonable extent.
At first Molly had been unwilling to put her name down, but after some convincing from a nurse she knew, she had added her name to the list. It couldn’t hurt could it? It would only be one night out and it was for a good cause after all. If the hospital wanted to keep on running, they needed all of the money they could get to upkeep the spaces patients and workers were in.
That was how Molly found herself backstage the night of the auction, dressed up in one of her better dresses. She would have to be on stage for the auction, something she was not looking all that forward to, but at least she would not have to speak to the sizeable crowd that had come. She had not heard of any interest in herself specifically, but overall the idea of buying a night out with someone had been popular.
After all of the donated items had been sold, a short break was held before they moved onto the auction of the workers of Saint Bartholomew’s. The list was being gone through by alphabetical order of surnames, meaning Molly was about a third of the way through the large group of people that were lingering around.
Hearing the bidding going on outside, Molly felt sick to her stomach as she heard the prices that were being rattled off for the people. Thousands of pounds for one night. It did not make sense to her, but she was sure for a fact that she would certainly not earn that much. Even dressed up she did not think herself to look as good as the others around her.
Finally she heard her name being called out and she was moving towards the entrance to the stage, in a daze of what was going on. Under the bright lights, she could not see much of the crowd in front of her, but perhaps she was glad for that as she did not have to see the faces of anyone out there.
Sitting down in the chair which had been provided for her, she smiled out to the crowd, hoping to get enough to at least make this effort worth it. Unbeknownst to Molly though, there was a very familiar face in the crowd which was accompanied by another familiar face.
Sherlock and John stood at the back of the room, the first having been dragged there by the latter. He saw no point in anything like this and there’d not even been anything he could even consider purchasing at all. Not having bothered to look at the pamphlet which had been handed to him upon his arrival, he had therefore not seen the listing for Molly in there. Looking up as he heard her name announced, he tensed suddenly for a reason he did not know at all, his eyes locking on her as she came out onto the stage.
The bidding began at £500 and quickly rose much to Sherlock’s displeasure. He could see the look of shock on Molly’s face as the bids rose steadily but surely, reaching £1,000 in a matter of a minute or two. His face hardened as the bids rose in price, growing higher and higher as he grew more tense.
Bouncing on the balls of his feet, Sherlock’s eyes never left Molly as the price reached thousands of pounds, working out where each of the people were around the room. As the bidding reached £4,000, his hand shot up into the air before he thought it through properly, not understanding why it was that he was doing it now. “10,000,” he called out across the room, his eyes quickly locking with Molly’s.
When Molly had head that voice coming from the far back of the room, it had not taken her more than a moment or two to find Sherlock amongst the crowd, knowing who it was that she was looking for. What was he doing here? Why was he bidding for her? Even from this distance, she could see the extra hardness to his face which was not normally there. If she could believe it, perhaps she would think he was jealous. He would not be though. Not Sherlock. Perhaps he had just wanted to donate to the hospital. He could win the auction then just use the night in the morgue for her to help him with more work. It did not seem to shock her at the thought of it.
The bidding began again after Sherlock’s shock leap in price, some bidders having pulled out, but there seemed to be two others who were still fighting for the night with her. That would not do for Sherlock though. None of those men would be worthy of Molly’s company. Most certainly not. They would not treat her correctly or give her what she deserved. By the look of them, he could tell that they wanted nothing more than to take her to bed and he was not going to let that stand.
“£20,000.” Was his next bid, blowing out all of the other sold prices so far during the evening. He would be easily able to pay for it, not worrying about what he was having to pay. He had more than enough money saved up that he could spend as much as was needed to keep Molly away from those other men.
His last bid silenced the room though, the majority of the crowd looking back and forth between Sherlock and the auctioneer to see what would happen next. Sherlock’s eyes were fixed on Molly again, taking in her reaction to his latest bid. From across the room, he could see how panicked she was, clearly not understanding his intentions.
It would be something he’d have to explain at dinner. He certainly owed her that at least after what he had done this evening. As the gavel banged down on the stand, Sherlock felt something being pressed into his hand and when he looked down he saw it to be his own chequebook being passed to him by John who wore a knowing smirk on his face. He certainly needed it now.
This is great!
