Let Me Look After You
Chapter 1:- A New Chaperone
Mycroft had found Sherlock in some random block of flats located in East London,
"I trust my little brother will be safe in your care Miss Hooper?" he inquired calmly as he checked his phone causing Molly to look at him stunned,
"You're not staying?" she asked him and Mycroft looked at her plainly as if she had spoken some unknown language,
"This is not the first time I have found my little brother in some dismal part of the London slums passed out from the vial substances he injects into himself" he said as if that was all that needed to be said and Molly saw red,
"Well it could have been the last Mr Holmes! For gods' sake he took an overdose and you're acting as if it is a scrapped knee" she said and didn't allow him to answer as she walked away.
Molly sat by Sherlock's bed side when the nurse came in to check his status,
"He's a fighter this one. As soon as he wakes up he can be discharged" she said gently and Molly nodded thankfully,
"I'll call John to come and pick him up" she replied but the nurse shook her head gently,
"I'm afraid we can only release Mr Holmes into the care of his emergency contact giving the circumstances." she said as she checked his notes,
"and it would appear that his emergency contact is you" she explained with a gentle smile and Molly looked shocked.
Molly saw an exhausted Sherlock back to his flat and he sniffed in a bored manner as he plopped down on the couch lazily,
"You can go now" he said simply and Molly raised her eyes to the heaven's. This was going to be a long night,
"Actually, the doctor's told me that I need to stay with you until your completely sober of all substances and don't give into your cravings" she explained as she hung up her coat and Sherlock gave a tired grumble,
"Mrs Hudson is hear to do that" he returned simply and Molly sighed before helping him up and to his bedroom,
"We both know she will just give in to your tantrums now you need to sleep it off" she said simply before tucking him in. She was relieved that he didn't argue because the only response she received was the sound of the great detective's snoring.
When Sherlock finally stirred he winces as he sat up, putting a hand to his head as he did so before standing wobbly and went to exit only to find that his door would not budge,
"What on earth...?" he pondered as he jiggled the door handle,
"Mrs Hudson! Molly! Open this door!" he yelled and outside Molly closed her eyes as she put her cup of tea down on the table,
"I'm sorry Sherlock but this is for the best. Cold turkey" she called out to him beyond the door and Sherlock looked horrified,
"You cannot be serious! I refuse to be locked in my room for such a trivial experiment such as 'cold turkey'!" he yelled and Molly felt very uneasy,
"Well... tough. I'm getting you off this stuff Sherlock even if it kills me... before it kills you" she said sadly,
"Don't bother searching your room for your supplies I've already removed them all" she finished and Sherlock became very irritated and he kicked the door causing Molly to jump and back away from the door,
"This is ridiculous Molly, Let me out this instant!" he yelled and Molly shook her head slowly,
"No Sherlock... John's coming soon and he's gonna help me clear out the rest of your supplies in the living room" she explained firmly and Sherlock's eyes widened,
"You wouldn't dare!... Molly?... MOLLY!" he yelled but received no response.
John and Molly wore gloves as they proceeded to clear the flat of all Sherlock's supplies. John looked surprised when Molly threw the nicotine patches away,
"Won't he need those?" he asked and Molly shook her head,
"No, I'm getting him clear of everything, Nicotine, heroine, everything" she said simply and John nodded impressed,
"DO I NOT GET A SAY IN THIS?!" yelled Sherlock from within his bedroom,
"NO!" Molly and John yelled back at the same time.
Molly had placed a sign on the door of 221B stating that Sherlock's consulting detective services would be unavailable at the present time. Molly sat on the floor outside Sherlock's bedroom with an exhausted expression. John had installed a little hatch so that they could slide his meals and other necessities into his room,
"I need the bathroom!" Sherlock yelled and Molly rubbed her temples tiredly,
"You have a joining bathroom. Please Sherlock try and get some sleep. You haven't slept for two days" she expressed sadly,
"You have no right to lock me up like this Molly Hooper! You have not the authority nor the intelligence to do so do you hear me?!" he yelled and Molly sighed,
"Just stop it Sherlock" she said quietly,
"Why should I?! You give me one good bloody reason why I should stop?!" he yelled kicking the door as he did so and Molly felt a tear fall down her cheek,
"Because... you're breaking my heart." she admitted quickly and the kicking stopped and only the sound of Molly's crying could be heard,
"I... I can't let you die Sherlock. I can't..." she whispered,
"I have... I have examined so many people after their last breath leaves their bodies and for the love of god Sherlock Holmes I refuse to do that to you" she said firmly as she wiped her tears away and sniffed sadly, closing her eyes as she took a deep breath and after a moment she heard the little hatch on the bottom of Sherlock's door slide up and she turned her head to see Sherlock's hand emerge and she placed her hand in his slowly,
"I... I am sorry" Sherlock murmured with a tired tone and Molly gave his hand a gentle squeeze before releasing his hand as it vanished into the room once more,
"I'm going to open the door Sherlock" she told him before releasing the bolt and she opened it slowly to find an exhausted Sherlock sitting on the edge of his mattress and she went and sat next to him,
"Please Sherlock... Let me look after you" she whispered as she held his hand and he found himself looking at their joined hands,
"I... I am not strong enough" he tried but Molly shook her head,
"No Sherlock...You can have my strength. I will help you get through this" she assured and it was then that Sherlock latched onto her like a life preserver and hugged her tightly as his life depended on it and he sobbed. Molly rocked him back and forth gently as she brushed her fingers through his hair softly,
"Shhhhhhhh. It's gonna be ok Sherlock. Everything's gonna be ok" she assured softly before resting her cheek on his head gently.
First time writing a Sherlock fanfic. Please review and let me know if you want me to continue in order to unlock the next chapter.
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TheAuthor1996
