Chapter 1
Sentiment. God how he hated, it just slowed him down, clouded his head in a thick foggy sense of emotion and lov... And there was another word he detested, used far too much in his opinion, love is overrated. After all what would a high functioning socio-path need from love? Frankly, the word sickened him.
Then there was the people around him, John, Mrs Hudson, and even Molly who had experienced some form of love in their more than average, (excluding John of course) 'boring' lives. At least Molly's however had at least included some excitement, even if Jim from IT had turned out to be a psychopathic consulting criminal, the only one in the world. Now that was something truly exquisite indeed. Who would have thought it? His ringtone was in a word truly shameful to say the least. However, it was rather clever of him to use her to get to him, knowing quite well that she didn't count, or perhaps that was the one thing that Moriarty had missed.
The one thing it seemed everyone had missed, even John, that maybe, Molly Hooper, timid, embarrassing, Dr Molly Hooper did count, counted a great deal in fact. After all she was his pathologist. And a good one at that. But it is this sentiment, this sickening sentiment that is what he, Sherlock Holmes, consulting detective, must try to smother, to bury. Putting up his walls, his barricades to shield himself from this 'weakness'. To shield Molly from this unreciprocated, love. The type he could never give back. No matter how hard it may be to convince her, everyone. And even himself.