Sherlock sighed as he gazed at his pathologist Molly Hooper. 'This is problematic' He thought. It was bad enough he found himself watching her sleep, but she was lay in her bed which earlier he had shared with her. Before the fall Sherlock had found himself cold towards Molly although he trusted and cared about her. But her obsession and love for him was annoying, he had never understood love and passed off as chemical changes in the body. He had always said to himself he would not allow himself to succumb to these changes, he was too involved in his work.
So to have had sex with Molly and feeling the warmth of his insides as he watched her sleep he was worried. He couldn't allow himself tp get distracted, not right now. He needed his mind to be working on fully capacity, he needed to defeat Moriarty, he needed to get back to 221B Baker Street, back to his old life.
Sherlock and Molly hadn't always been so close, when Sherlock arrived on her door step needing her help their relationship was strained. Not only was he supposed to be dead, Molly had actually attended his funeral earlier that day. When she answered the door her face had been streaked with tears, her eyes red from crying. Sherlock had of course expected her to be in this way. She had cared for him she was one of the few in his life that did. This is why he knew she could be trusted to keep his whereabouts a secret. He could have turned to Mycroft but after he gave Moriarty information about him, he felt his was unworthy of his secrets. John would have been to obvious as a choice, it would have put them both and Mrs Hudson in danger. Which of course he couldn't allow.
Sherlock smiled as his mind wandered back to the evening when he turned up at Molly's flat unannounced and back from the dead.
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