OK this turned into a shorter chapter than I expected, but it just happened! It started off quite serious but then… well you'll see!
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Chapter 4

Sherlock's OTHER Friend

Later that evening Sherlock was alone once more. Molly had left shortly after getting dressed. There had been an awkward moment as she was saying goodbye. Sherlock deduced that she was going to hug him, but then decided against it. He thought it was for the best as it might have lead to him thinking about her underwear again. He was worried about that as it was most certainly out of character.

He was lying on the couch with his hands resting on his chest. He had tried reading, played his violin until he got bored, then a little TV but there was nothing good on, so he turned it off and threw the remote control at the screen. He decided to simply lie down and visit his mind palace. He needed to consider what he had said to Molly and more importantly why. Of course things between them had changed, but what did this development actually mean and what was he going to do about it?

"What makes Molly different to any woman I've known?" he asked himself and was initially stuck for an answer. So he closed his eyes and climbed the spiral staircase up to the laboratory in his mind palace.

There amongst all the scientific equipment, chemicals and body parts were all his memories of Molly. He went through a selection of them. He remembered the time in the canteen where he had manipulated her by commenting on her hair – he hadn't actually been lying, he did prefer her hair when it was to the side. The occasion she asked him if he wanted coffee – OK he had been oblivious to the fact that she was trying to ask him out, but she didn't get upset with him and still made him coffee. She was very good at her job and did not flinch at the sight of a gruesome dead body – he respected her for that. There was nothing he hated more than a woman who would faint at the sight of a little blood. Then he thought about her noticing that he looked sad when he thought John couldn't see. She proved herself to be very perceptive, proving he had previously underestimated her observational skills. It pained him to hear that she thought she didn't count when that was so far from the truth. She did count, she counted more than she could possibly imagine. He could always trust her as he had told her the night he went to her. She would always believe in him, would always care. No matter how many times he was rude to her and upset her, she would always defend him. She would do anything for him without a second thought.

"If you need anything… anything at all…" he heard her say as if it were a recording in his head. The sound of her soft voice caused an unexpected physical reaction. His eyes shot open and he looked down towards his groin with some hesitation.

"What the HELL do you think you're doing?" he said to the appendage stirring in his pyjama bottoms.

Of course it didn't answer him, so Sherlock continued the one-sided conversation.

"First I'm having problems dealing with my… feelings… And now my body is betraying me again. I do not NEED this! Do you hear me?"

He raised an eyebrow at the bulge which had no intention of abating.

"You're not SUPPOSED to be DOING that!" he shouted, waving a finger at his crotch. "Why are you doing that? Is it because I was thinking about Molly? No… it's not just that… It's something else…"

He sniffed the air and frowned. There was something amiss.

"What is that? That smell?" He sniffed again and realised that he was wearing the plaid robe… the one that Molly had worn and the aroma was coming from it. It was the whiff of a sweet floral perfume.

"It's her… I can smell her… Is that what you like?"

He took the lump's silence as a yes.

"If you think I am going to succumb to what you want me to do, then you are greatly mistaken! Now stop it! STOP IT NOW!"

He waited for a moment to see if his body would obey. It didn't. He gave it one of his angry glares but it stayed exactly the way it was.

"Oh for god's sake! I told you I'm not going to give in! Go away!"

Suddenly there was a light knock at the door.

"Sherlock?" came Mrs Hudson's voice. "Are you OK?"

"Yes Mrs Hudson."

"But I thought I heard you shouting at someone…"

"I was just talking to myself Mrs Hudson. I'm fine…"

"Oh alright then. I was just checking! You know I don't like it when there's fighting in the flat… Thought there might be trouble the way you were shouting…"

He heard her go back downstairs, leaving her to his problem. He was very glad that she hadn't decided to enter the flat, or else he would have had to grab a cushion to conceal his embarrassing friend.

"Yes Mrs Hudson," he continued to himself, "There is trouble… it's in my underwear…"

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OK, what happens next? YOU DECIDE! LOL

Should Sherlock give into his not-so-little friend? Or should he stay strong and keep control of his emotions? Review and let me know and I'll write whatever gets the most suggestions! xxx