"Bored, bored, bored"

John looked over his newspaper to where Sherlock was currently laying on the sofa.

"I need something, anything to do i am going to go mad with This Tedium"

"Don't you think that is a bit of an over exaggeration Sherlock"

"Not in the slightest JONH, I have to keep my mind active otherwise who knows what state I would get myself into"

At this point he throws himself into a ball and faces away from john

"Sherlock we have only just finished a case what" he looks at his watch "an hour ago how can you possible that bored already"

Sherlock rolls over to look at him

"John, really do you not know me at all" with that he rolls back over. John just sighs and starts to read his paper again.

Just as it looks like he is going to stay silent and sulk he jumps to his feet and walks out the door.

"See you later then" john shouts as he hears the door shut downstairs.

Sherlock had no idea where he was going just that he needed to get out of the flat, he felt closed in, and claustrophobic even in his own skin he had not felt like this since his days of narcotics taking. He was most certainly going to go down that path again if he could not find something to occupy his time with, But with what? He lite up a cigarette that he had hidden from john's watchful gaze.( Ha and you thought that you had found my stash dr Watson )he thought to himself . The nicotine hit although it was good, it was not however near the kind of fix he needed at the moment. He continued to walk with no real destination in mind. He had no idea how long he had been walking, just that he had, had three cigarettes and was still craving some sort of release/fix. He took in his surroundings and discovered that he had walked all the way to Bart's hospital, he was about to turn around and walk back towards baker street when a memory popped in to his head. It was of a brief and at the time altogether unimportant conversation with Molly Hooper.

( molly: Are you okay? Don't say you are, because I know what that means-looking sad when you think no one can see you .

Sherlock: You can see me.

Molly: I don't count. What I am trying to say is, if there's anything I can do-anything you need, anything at all-you can have me. No I just mean, if there's anything you need, it's fine.

Sherlock: What could I need from you?

Molly: Nothing. I don't know You could probably say thank you, actually.

Sherlock: Thank you )

It was the weirdest memory to just appear, especially since it had no relevance to his current state of mind. Obviously Molly had been very helpful in the following days after she had made this statement, what with the whole faking his own death and all, but still why would this memory just insert itself into his head at this precise moment in time? Had he ever thanked her for her help? Then another part of that day came to the fore front of his mind.

(Sherlock: You're wrong, you know. You do count. You've always counted and I've always trusted you. But you were right. I'm not okay.

Molly: Tell me what's wrong.

Sherlock: Molly, I think I'm going to die.

Molly: What do you need?

Sherlock: If I wasn't everything that you think I am, everything that I think I am, would you still want to help me?

Molly: What do you need?

Sherlock: You.)

At the time he merely thought that it was her help to plan his own fake death that had wanted, but looking back on it now he was not sure. He was rude and just plain mean to her the majority of the time. A few Christmas's ago was a prime example when he had humiliated her in front of everyone, he had apologized and for the first time he had actually meant it. The need for a fix was becoming intolerable; he was about to turn away and find a supplier, when Molly walked out of the building and almost straight into him.

"oh I am sorry" was her automatic response before even looking up to see who she had nearly walked in to, when she realized it was Sherlock she became flushed, her eyes dilated and her breathing hitched as it always did to his physical presence.

"Oh um hi Sherlock" was her timid response.

"Molly"

He was looking at her response to him and something occurred to him, he might not have to find a drug dealer. From the vast knowledge of reading that he had, sex was supposed to be a great high, 'The period after orgasm (known as a refractory period) is often a relaxing experience, attributed to the release of the neurohormones oxytocin and prolactin, as well as endorphins (or endogenous morphine) giving a euphoric sensation' maybe he could thank her and get the high he was craving with on single act.

" What are you doing here, is there um something you wanted?"

"Yes there is, I am in need of a fix Molly and you can help me if you so wish"

"SHERLOCK I am not going to give you drugs what…." he holds his hand up in the universal stop position.

"Molly I am not asking you for drugs I am asking for sex" her righteous look of indignation turns to one of confusion then outright shock.

"I um I…" she is starting to ramble on when he again stops her.

"Molly it is quite simple I am in need of a distraction and a high. You are clearly aroused by my near presence and no longer in a relationship with" he stops for a second "Tom was it yes tom and are also in my likely reasoning in the need of the same sort or physical release as I am at the present moment"

She looks like she is about to pass out but then regains her composure somewhat,

"how did you know about Tom"

"You told Mary, Mary told John and John told me for whatever reason"

"Oh right" was her only response

"It's a simple yes or no answer to a very simple question but I will ask again will you have sex with me"

"Yes" it was a squeak of an answer but there was no delay in it.