Chapter 1: Earworm

Sherlock had his eye closed in relaxation as he walked throughout the corridors of his mind palace when he back to hear a repeated muffled sound that matched a heart beat but slowly developed Sherlock opened to his eyes realising that the sound was John calling his name,

"Sorry" he murmured before standing and John looked concerned,

"You ok? I called your name 10 times" John explained and Sherlock nodded,

"Yes, My mind palace is out of focus for some reason" he said and John frowned,

"Well you were humming for the last hour" John said and Sherlock looked at him firmly,

"Humming?" he demanded,

"I do not hum" he said firmly and the doctor held up his hands in defence ,

"Hey, don't shoot the messenger, mate" he said,

"Only telling you what I heard" he finished and Sherlock growled in frustration as he went and laid down on the couch,

"I have this tune stuck in my head" he grumbled and John held a thoughtful expression,

"Ear worms. They happen to everyone" he said causing Sherlock to glare at the doctor,

"I'm not everyone" he growled and John rolled his eyes,

"It's probably just something on your mind. Ear worms are caused by memories, thoughts, ideas... Emoti..." he tried and Sherlock pointed at him,

"You say emotions and I'm getting my harpoon gun" he warned and Sherlock held up his hands in defence again,

"Alright, alright. Chill, The ear worm will pass" John assured before retrieving his phone having heard it vibrate,

"It's Mary" he explained,

"Dinner's on the table so I'll see you tomorrow, mate" he said before grabbing his coat and left not hearing the detective grumble in frustration once more before falling silent for the next 10 minutes and Sherlock finally sat up before retrieving his IPhone from beside his laptop and pressed a button before hitting call,

"...Molly? My Apologies I know it's late" he said and Molly hummed tiredly,

"No, it's alright, Sherlock. What can I do for you?" She asked gently and Sherlock signed,

"I... I'm afraid I don't know but... I am fearful for my mind is working in a way I do not understand" he explained and in Molly's apartment she sat up on her bed with a concerned expression as her tired state faded rather quickly,

"Sherlock, What's wrong? Tell me" she told him gently and Sherlock sighed,

"Can you meet me at St Bart's lab?" he asked and Molly nodded,

"Of Course, I'll be there in 20 minutes" she told him and Sherlock nodded,

"Thank you, Molly" he murmured before hanging up the phone.

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