A/N: I know, I know. Another roomies fic. But I can't get enough of it! So, I just had to write it down. I don't own anything except the mistakes. This one is unbeta'd. Written for Riza who I haven't seen in a while.

Sherlock huffed as he carried Molly's luggage to his flat in Baker Street, ignoring the protests that came from his pathologist.

"Molly, you have an above average IQ. What do you not understand in the phrase 'you're in danger'?" he asked, brows furrowed.

"How about you Sherlock? You're a genius. What do you not understand in the sentence, 'I don't want to.'?" Molly sighed exasperatedly. "I just don't want to move in! Really Sherlock, why can't it be that simple?"

"Because not everything is simple Molly. They have reasons behind it and sometimes, explanations beyond our understanding." Sherlock rolled his eyes as he carried more of Molly's luggage in.

"Then why can't just Greg lend a hand? Surely he can spare some officers for protection?" Molly tried.

At this, Molly saw Sherlock scrunch his face. "No. I don't trust Lestrade's other officers. High chances are they are completely incompetent with their job."

Molly rolled her eyes. If the yard's help is really out of the question, she's bound to be stuck with the man. Then she remembered a certain person who has massive pull on things as he is literally the British Government. "Oh! How about Mycroft-"

Sherlock raised a hand to stop her. "Don't. Yes, Mycroft has sent some people to shadow you in the past up till now per my request but that is not enough."

"Can't he spare some more people? He owes you after all. Hell, he owes me a lot too. Just ask him Sherlock." Molly prodded. It was true. Mycroft even said so himself and she was given his word that if ever she needed anything, she could ask him. It was the least he can do as she assisted his brother in faking his death after all.

"That is out of the equation. No. I am not going to ask my obnoxious brother for help. You are staying here with me. Any further arguments are considered null and void."

Molly felt rage overwhelm her. "Definitely my stand on this counts!"

"Nope." Sherlock said, popping the 'p' in the word.

"You insufferable git!" Molly couldn't help but feel childish after she threw her purse at him. No one can blame her though as she was apparently, also dealing with a child.

Sherlock turned to look at her rather intensely. "Just answer me this Molly, why do you not want to move in? Have I offended you in any way? We're friends right?"

"Yes, we're friends. It's just that, you can't force me into this!"

"No. There's a reason behind this." Sherlock said. He took a step back and studied her. Molly braced herself.

"This has something to do with your past arrangement with Tom. You can't move in because you just ended a relationship with a man who in your standards you considered 'safe'. But apparently, the conflict that surfaced between you two and your companionship has scarred your trust with each other. Though the reason why your relationship ended still remains rather inconveniently vague. Your reluctance to move in with me has something to do with the fact that you just ended a relationship with a man you lived with. Your ex-fiancé to be exact. And you would think it would be rude by society ideals to move in with another man in no less than, two months after your break-up. Is that the problem Molly?"

Molly stared at him blankly. Sherlock Holmes is wrong. There's always something he misses.

Molly Hooper was not one for subtlety. And surely, even though Sherlock can be so, so remotely dense, she was positive that even he knew she was head over heels in love with the world's only consulting detective. That's why she always finds herself used by him right? And Molly, ever the masochist lets him.

But no, Sherlock's deduction was wrong. In truth, Molly was over it. She was fucking all over it.

Yes, she was depressed when her engagement with Tom ended. Everyone she knew might have told her that she was only fooling herself if she continued her relationship with Tom. That he was a replacement for a certain man Molly has been infatuated with for how many years. Molly was not one to play with a person's feelings. She really did care for Tom and she loved him. But it wasn't enough. The brooding image of a certain dark man still haunted her and Molly couldn't bear to be selfish to Tom who was completely innocent. It wasn't fair to him, so she ended it.

She's reluctant to move in because she wants to get over him. She's over it. It's established that Sherlock is not interested. And even though she used to believe that maybe, Sherlock simply doesn't do 'relationships', that clearly changed after his relationship with Janine (even if it was fake, surely it had to count for something). Solely, it was clear that Sherlock Holmes was not interested in boring, plain Molly Hooper. She may be the 'one person who mattered the most' to him but that doesn't mean she should expect for him to confess his undying love for her. And it's okay, even if it still hurts her to think so, she can't do anything about it but move on.

But how the bloody hell could she get a move on when she's supposed to stay at his flat? How can she manage if the bane of her existence and maddeningly the man of her dreams at the same time is not more than a few feet away from her? Sure they have lived for a short while when he was in hiding but this was entirely different. She'll be invading his space for god's sake.

And what frustrates her is that she couldn't tell Sherlock that. It would just complicate a whole lot of things. She doesn't want to ruin what friendship (Molly would like to think so, as their relationship has changed after his 'death') they have formed. She can't very well say that 'no, it's because of you that I don't want to move in and I know that I'm in danger but I'm very capable of myself so bugger off'.

So with a final huff of breath she answered, "Yes. It would look rude. Especially to Tom and our mutual friends. Also, I don't like leaving Toby to my neighbour." Molly added as she thought of her feline being in the care of her landlady.

"I don't see that being a problem Molly. Your cat is being taken care of well. And we're friends. There's no malice. You are bunking here for protection. At least until I've solved this whole Moriarty fiasco."

Of course there was still that matter with Jim. After running the prospect of living with Sherlock, the most important thing has passed from her mind. Dear lord she hoped the bloody psychopath wasn't really alive. She won't survive the stress any longer if this adds up. If she was really in danger, then she won't have second thoughts trusting her safety to Sherlock. The man may be a git but he's not all talk.

Sod it. She's tired of running away from her problems.

"Okay fine, fine. You win. But we need to set up rules if I'm to live with you."

Sherlock gave her a smile that disarmed her for a minute. "Make all the rules you want."

She's done it. She's diving in head first. It will be hard but she will get over him. It will take a while but she'll get there.

She just hopes that her stupid heart will follow her mind for once and get it right this time.