Demon

by

thedragonaunt

Prologue

Molly lay on her side watching his pale face, creased by a frown, illuminated by the pearl light of dawn which seeped through the curtains.

He vocalised in his sleep, reminiscent of a dog dreaming of chasing rabbits. If only it were that simple. He'd had nightmares before and she had shaken him out of them and held him, soothing away the agitation, until he drifted back to sleep but nothing had prepared her for last night, when she awoke to find his hand around her throat, squeezing the life from her. She had pounded her fists on his shoulders, trying to scream, until the shock of recognition appeared in his eyes.

Then he had been beside himself with mortification. He wanted to leave straight away, to go back to Baker Street. He wasn't safe to be around, he insisted. He could have killed her. She had eventually managed to calm him and persuade him to stay, promising to stay awake and watch over him. That last part had not been difficult to achieve. It had been a long night and many thoughts had passed through her mind but she knew there was only one course of action. In the morning, she would ring Mycroft and tell him that Eve Matthews' services were needed again. There was still a demon inside his beautiful head that had to be exorcised before it destroyed them both.

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