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Molly Hooper lives with her father, the governor of Port Royal, Jamaica. When she was a young girl, she and her father had rescued a young boy from a shipwreck. The boy in question, Sherlock Holmes, was the only survivor. Molly found a gold pirate medallion around his neck and kept it for safekeeping, afraid he would be convicted of being a pirate. Her father takes Sherlock in and raises him alongside Molly.

Many years pass, and Sherlock and Molly have fallen in love, although her father would never approve of their relationship. He promises Molly’s hand in marriage to Tom, a Commodore in the British navy. Pirates attack the colony one night, drawn to the medallion Molly still wears around her neck. They kidnap her and take her to their leader, a ruthless pirate named Magnussen.

And finally, I am awake and in minimal pain, so here is the first of the last two stories to the milestone! This one is for @hobbitlover89, who had wanted a John/Molly story set in university era, and I went ahead and also set this around Halloween for another AU I grabbed from another one of my lists. So I do hope you enjoy, hun!

Spooked - Meena convinces Molly to leave her dorm for the university’s Halloween celebrations, but when she ditches Molly in the Haunted House, Molly’s night takes a turn for the interesting when she punches a zombie trying to deliver a message.

Relationship: Molly Hooper/John Watson

Characters: Molly Hooper, Meena (Sherlock), John Watson

Additional Tags: First Meetings, Halloween, Haunted Houses, Costumes, Alternate Universe - College/University, College Student Molly, College Student Meena, college student john, Molly Gets Ditched, Injured John, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Apologetic Molly, POV Molly Hooper, Poor John, Pre-Relationship

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“I would much rather just stay and study,” Molly said, gesturing to the stack of books to her right. “You know Archer is a pain in the arse when there’s a holiday on the weekend. She looks for any excuse to drop a surprise exam on us.”

Meena rolled her eyes and tugged Molly’s other arm. “It’s Halloween, love. Time for you to loosen up, be someone you’re not for a change.”

“Someone cool?” Molly asked, raising an eyebrow.

“You know I always think you’re cool, even if you’re a nerd,” Meena shot back, and Molly had to grin at that. That was why they were friends, and had been for years. Molly eyed the early eighties era Madonna get-up on her bed and Meena watched with a grin on her face. “You know if anyone can pull the tarted up bride look it’s you.”

“Just don’t expect me to writhe around on the floor or anything,” she said, allowing Meena to pull her away from her desk. “Are we going to a party?”

“There’s a celebration going on in the quad. Haunted house, booths, things like that.” Meena let go of her hand and went to the dress, picking it up and then shaking it once. “Get a move on! We have tarting up to do!”

A bit of dark lipstick, wild eyeshadow and a whole mess of hairspray later and the two of them joined the crowd outside. Molly really wasn’t the type to do much in university. She was pulling more than the average course load, trying to go pre-med as well as taking classes in forensic science. She’d always been fascinated in the field of forensic pathology, from an early age, and while it had made some people rather nervous and worried about her, she’d had equally as many supportive people help her get on the right track in school and then look into the right universities. She had even lined up an internship to help at St Bartholomew’s during her gap year.

And then her father got sick and the whole plan went to hell.

She almost put uni aside completely but he told her she had to go. It was his dying wish. So now, even though he was still alive and slowly dying, she was at uni, trying to do her absolute best. Most of the time that meant her nose in a book but she knew her father would want her to have fun every once in a while.

Meena looked around and then zeroed in on the haunted house. “Looks like it’s nothing to be scared of,” she said.

Molly, however, didn’t quite agree, from the looks of one or two of the people exiting. “I don’t know, Meena.”

“Oh, come on, Mols. You know I’ll protect you,” Meena said. “It’ll be fun.”

“You say that now, but if it isn’t...”

“If it isn’t, I’ll find you a nice bloke and we’ll get you a good snog. How’s that?” Meena said, taking her head. Ever since they got to uni Meena had made a concerted effort to land Molly somebody, and without much success. Molly was hoping she would give up soon.

It looked as though the haunted house was one of the buildings that had a few large multipurpose rooms that had been turned into mazes. Meena kept a tight grip on Molly’s hand at first while things were tame, but after a while, she let go and wandered off farther and farther ahead. Molly had started to get bored until someone reached out and grabbed her arm from one of the doorways. She turned and let out a right hook, surprised to see she’d smacked a zombie in the center of their face. Their hands went right to it and they yelled “Damn!”

“Don’t fucking touch me!” Molly snapped.

“I was just trying to tell you your mate skipped off with our Bride of Frankenstein!” she heard a distinctly pained male voice say. “You’re Molly, right?”

Her eyes went wide as she realized this was not part of the haunted house set-up. “Oh, I am so sorry,” she said. She looked around and realized there was a door to an office of some sort next to them, and took him by the elbow and led him in, turning on the light and sitting him on the sofa there. Someone had put black paper on the windows so the light wasn’t going out. “Let me see if I broke your nose.”

“No, I’ve broken my nose before,” he said. “You just bruised it.” He pulled his hand away and gave her a rather sheepish smile. “I really shouldn’t have grabbed you, should I?”

She chuckled softly. “No, not in a haunted house,” she said. She looked at his face. “I can’t tell with all the makeup but I’ll bet I’ve given you a black eye.”

“Probably.” He extended his hand to her. “John Watson.”

“Molly. Well, I mean you know that. Molly Hooper, I mean.”

He pulled his hand away and shook a finger at her. “You’re Archer’s favorite student, aren’t you?”

“Not that I’m aware of,” she said, surprised.

“I’m her TA. She likes your work. Says it’s neat and orderly. You’ll make a good doctor.” He grinned at her. “I think during your class I’m in one of my other classes, so that’s why we haven’t met.”

“Oh, so you’re pre-medicine too?” she asked.

He nodded. Yeah. I’m a few years ahead of you. I’m going to med school in two years. I think I’m going to specialize in family medicine. What about you?”

“Actually, I want to go into forensic pathology,” she said, a bit embarrassed.

“Really?” he said. “You’ll have to tell me more.”

3. Name three favorite writers: Gonna go with published authors here. Elizabeth Peters, Dean Koontz and Jasper fforde. I have loads more but they are consistently in my top ten.

17. Favorite trope: Still vamp!lock.

26. Story you’re most proud of: For me, this translates to “story I’ve managed not to start hating” lol. For one shots I guess it would probably be “A Gleeful Noise” because it was the very first prompt I ever filled, and for multichap fics it would probably be “Torn” because it was my first AU for the Sherlock fandom and one of my darkest pieces of writing.