beautiful distraction

[ecphrasis]

WHO: Molly Hooper & you.
WHERE: Rossum Labs, the clinic, some cafe, and probably on her way home from work at ass o'clock in the morning. Choose something!
WHEN: 20 September, all day and into the wee hours of the morning.
WARNINGS: N/A.
SUMMARY: Derping around like the derp she is.
FORMAT: Quick, for I am lazy and in class. But feel free to change!

[Since Boyd had left, things at work had been crazy. People were rushing around, trying to figure out what to do. Things at the clinic had been better, though. Since there hadn't been any major catastrophes in the City for at least a week, it had mostly been regular clinic duty when she stopped in. And even as customary as it was, she preferred it that way--Molly was a creature of habit, and didn't take well to interruptions of routine.

Places like the cafe close to the clinic that she almost always ate at were a comfort. The streetlight-lit and relatively safe way she took back to the flat at night were equally as comforting. Sherlock and John leaving had been a blow, but she needed to keep her chin up. People came back, and left just as often. So as long as she stayed positive, everything would be alright. Probably.]

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[ecphrasis]

[Molly is left breathless, both from adrenaline and from the pure shock of having Jess come to her rescue. But now she can smile at the goon's back as he runs before turning to her friend.]

That was bloody amazing, Jess! I didn't--how are you so strong?

[Because a small part of Molly was jealous. She'd never been able to do anything like that, and doubted she ever would. But Jess had been fabulous, saving her without even a second thought for herself. It was incredibly admirable.]

[motherfucked]

Radioactive bubblegum.

[But then she realized Molly didn't know. That was so weird, it was usually the first thing that came up about Jessica, the first point of all her interaction. She liked that Molly didn't know, really, and she hadn't realized until just now.]

I used to be a superhero. But I quit.

[ecphrasis]

[Her jaw drops and she hugs her purse close to her chest, clutching her metaphorical pearls.]

A superhero?

[She never would have guessed before tonight. But the way Jess had jumped right into the action without a second thought--yes, yes, that made sense. Her face lights up and she can't help but grin. She was friends with a real, live superhero. One who hadn't just been called that, but had actually done it.]

[motherfucked]

It wasn't like that.

[She was suddenly uncomfortable. Remembering she used to be a superhero meant remembering why she quit. Remembering that she had failed at it.]

Anyway, I'm not— I'm not it anymore.

[ecphrasis]

[She can tell that somehow, she's hit a nerve. And she feels bad about it. A change in subject is clearly in order. Her cheeks are a little pink.]

R-right, well. Thanks again, can I--I don't know, I guess it' sort of late for a drink, but there's probably a diner open somewhere.

[motherfucked]

[Man, she'd like a stack of 24-hour pancakes.]

I'd really like that.

[But then that curling sense of forgetfulness—]

Except, shit, I'm on the clock.

[She could talk herself into a fifteen minute break. They wouldn't be out for another hour and a half, probably. Right?]

[ecphrasis]

[Pancakes, yes. Molly opens her mouth to say "let's go," but then frowns a bit instead.]

Oh--it can always wait?

[motherfucked]

[Jess squints like she's thinking about something, and then that concentration slips off.]

What the hell, they're not getting out of there for another ninety minutes. More, if they're doing it right.

[And she takes a step in the direction of pancakes.]

[ecphrasis]

[Molly is secretly excited that Jess has decided to play hooky, but would never admit as much. She just kind of claps once and starts to follow her friend.]

Alright, excellent. Where did you want to go?

[motherfucked]

There's a diner around the corner, yeah?

[She smiles, secretly glad to be playing hooky as well.]

I bet I could get a coffee.

[ecphrasis]

[Her eyes light up.]

Oh! Yeah, I know the one. [She pauses, thinking. It's like she's reading Jess' mind.] Don't they do really great pancakes?

[motherfucked]

Yeah. Yeah, they definitely do. [She's heading in that direction, now, imagining how good pancakes will taste.]

[ecphrasis]

[Molly has never had them. She has only had rumors. She can see the diner sign ahead.]

You think they're the best in town, huh? [Just a small assumption.]

[motherfucked]

Well, like. I haven't been everywhere, but my job, the hours are hell. So sometimes I like to get pancakes.

[ecphrasis]

[She nods. Molly has really just become great friends with the vending machines at the clinic and the lab.]

Completely understandable. Sometimes, pancakes are just what you need!