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Prologue
"Take a seat."
Sherlock glared. "I don't see why this is necessary. She needs to leave, not make herself comfortable."
The woman in question looked down and away. "Can I please just go?"
"No." "Yes."
John and Sherlock exchanged equally annoyed looks.
"She's staying, Sherlock. She's staying because you made me go through this and now it's your turn." The doctor said resolutely.
"I don't need to hear what she has to say. I already know everything I need to make a sound decision."
"No, you don't. What is she?"
"The woman who needs to get out of my flat."
"Can I -"
"No, you can't." John said, turning to her and giving her a patient smile, one she didn't feel she deserved, before he turned back to the glaring consulting detective. "What is she, Sherlock?"
"A lying, traitorous, disgusting woman who married me with the intention of murdering me with her equally reprehensible brother."
The woman took in a sharp breath. John glared at the stubborn man before him.
"No, you arse. What is she?"
Sherlock ground his teeth together. "Fine. Take a seat, woman. Start from the beginning, and do hurry so you can leave faster."
She slowly moved past both men, head still down, and took the seat. It was an uncomfortable chair, but she didn't complain. She wanted nothing more than to run. She didn't want to be under their gazes. She didn't want to see John's kind face twisted with mistrust. She didn't want to see Sherlock's hate and scorn. She loved him so much.
She cleared her throat. "Why do I have to sit here? Can I please... not?"
"No. You sit there, because that's where the people who need help sit. That's where Sherlock makes the clients sit while we hear their stories and he decides whether we take you or not. You're a client right now. You tell us your story, and he decides."
"I've already decided."
"Shut up Sherlock. And sit down. Your pacing is starting to piss me off."
Sherlock glared, but took his seat. He knew the irony of this scene. This was something he'd forced on John a scant few years ago now. Forced him to go through it with Mary. He never in his musings thought he would be forced into this position. Not with his wife. Not for this reason. After all, it's not every day you discover the woman you married had been planning for nearly a decade to murder you after forcing you to become human and admit to human failings. He should have known better, should have seen through her disguise. He glowered at her, the look full of contempt.
She looked down at her hands, folded meekly in her lap. "Where should I start?"
"The beginning, obviously." Sherlock said, sneering. "The day we first met. This plan was been in place at least that long, obviously."
She nodded slowly. "All right."
Molly straightened her back, and began to tell her tale.
This is going to be fun, I hope :3 This has been hopping around my mind for a bit. Sorry this beginning is so short, but It's just the prologue, I promise, other chapters will be longer XD
