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"Why do you call yourself that.." Molly murmured while severing the foot off a donor corpse.

"Excuse me?" Sherlock said without turning away from his chemicals.

Molly was surprised he even heard her, "Oh, nothing.."

"Call myself what, Molly." He now turned to her and she froze. "Answer me."

"Sorry…" She swallowed hard. "I was wondering.. why do you call yourself a high-functioning sociopath." She was now holding the detached foot in both her hands, making eye contact with Sherlock.

Sherlock turned back to his tasks, "And here I thought you were intelligent."

"I researched it!" Molly blurted. "But I still don't understand why."

"Why what?" Sherlock said without moving.

"Why do you label yourself that?"

"Are you done with that foot yet, Molly? I have a time limit on these experiments" Sherlock snarled, ignoring her inquiry.

"Who could possibly be awake at this time!" Sherlock shouted when he phone buzzed.

Can you please explain? I can't figure it out. –Molly

'If I ignore her she'll eventually leave it be.' Sherlock thought, tossing the phone aside so he can finish his latest experiment on the toenails from his newly obtained foot. He has had trouble sleeping since he came back to London. He couldn't figure out if it was from the two years being "dead" or the clamor from John's abduction.

If you answer, I'll give you a pair of eyeballs. –Molly

His mind ran with experiments he could do with two eyes. Oh and how bored he's been. He's lucky enough to have this damn foot.

Bring now if convenient. –SH

How about tomorrow evening? I'll bring them to you. –Molly

Good enough. –SH

"Took your bloody time didn't you. Tom could've waited," Sherlock snapped at Molly when she opened door to 221b Baker Street.

"How did you… never mind," She said tiptoeing up the stairs. "So… high-functioning sociopath?"

He quickly explained what a sociopath is, and how, obviously, he is one. He explained how he had no cares for others and did the things he did only for himself. He pointed out that of course he was considered high functioning because he can still cooperate with the rest of the world effectively. He was disappointed that he had to lay it out for the pathologist.

"I still don't understand Sherlock. You're not all of that, at least not for the past few years. All that you did for John, Lestrade, and Mrs. Hudson."

"Stop it. Don't idolize me Molly." Sherlock said scrunching his face a bit.

"Sherlock," she whispered stepping closer to him.

His face dropped the closer she got. It's difficult for him not to soften when she gave him that sad face. "I said Stop it" He attempted to snarl at her, but it instead ended softer than he intended.

She reached to gently touch her fingers on the top of his hand, "You're a better person than you think you are…"

He wouldn't allow himself to give in to her warmth, so he pulled away as soon as her skin grazed his. He turned away from her and shoved his hands firmly in his pockets, "You don't know what kind of person I am. You see what I want you to see."

"You're wrong…" Molly murmured.

"I'm a high functioning sociopath. Don't make me explain it again. Use that brilliant mind of yours, understand it." He continued staring out the window, waiting for John to come visit so he could send the sensitive pathologist home.

"Stop it Sherlock!" She snapped at him, "You're wrong! You don't always have to be emotionless. I don't know who made you feel this way about yourself, but you're so much more than you think. So, so, soo much more Sherlock… In case you didn't know I love the person you are underneath all angst and apathy. I wish you could see what I see…"

Sherlock froze, he couldn't figure out which part of that small speech he was supposed to respond to.

"You're not as much of a sociopath as you think. I've seen you care for people, and that doesn't happen if you truly were a sociopath. Accept your feelings sometimes, I understand when there is work, but you can give your mind a break sometime."

"Stop it Molly. Emotions can be just as powerful as drugs. I lose focus and numb my mind." He turned around to face her, "You despise me for just the idea of doing other drugs, but those are okay? No, I won't let them control me."

And there it was. The truth. She had a feeling, but that was the honest truth. However, if she knew anything about chemistry, she had to act now, when he has the emotions available.

She quickly wrapped her arms around Sherlock's neck, and pulled him closer. Her cheek pressed into his soft curls and body was firmly against his. She wanted to show him what it felt like to actually be close, hoping it would allow him to surrender just enough to give emotions a chance, a real fighting chance.

"Molly…" Sherlock didn't exactly know how he was supposed to respond, but instinctively he wrapped his arms around her and felt a wave of comfort rush over him. He didn't want to let go, because he knew when he did he'd regret it all… so he held onto her for longer than she expected. He didn't know what to say or how to show her what it meant to him. Little did he know she already knew.

She pushed her fingers in his hair and whispered to him, "I can teach you."


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