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"Oh shite!" Molly whispered.

"What?" Nigel asked.

"Let go of my hand Nigel." Molly said jerking it free. However it was too late, Sherlock burst through the glass window of the restaurant sending shards of glass to the floor along with diving patrons. Molly was on her feet and in front of Nigel before Sherlock could get to him.

"Move Molly…" Sherlock hissed through clenched teeth.

"No…" She said calmly and softly, hoping the Veela within Sherlock would respond in kind. "Sherlock, there is no need for you to protect me. I am quite safe with Nigel."

"He touched you…" Sherlock said, his voice dropping another octave. "He touched what is mine."

"No Sherlock, I touched him. My hand was over his." Molly said stepping slowly away from Nigel and closer to Sherlock whose entire body was trembling with rage and jealousy.

"Molly don't!" Nigel said reaching out for her and taking her arm. "He's too dangerous right now."

The moment Nigel's' hand touched Molly's arm Sherlock snarled in anger and grabbed her away from Nigel. He quickly grabbed Nigel by his neck, lifting him from the ground, cutting off his oxygen. Nigel began to kick and claw at Sherlock's hand.

"Mate does not need protection from me…" Veela hissed with Sherlock's voice.

"Sherlock stop it!" Molly cried out horrified. "You'll kill him!"

"Sherlock is not here mate." Veela said. "Sherlock is confused and frightened by what he feels for mate. It is foreign to him. His logical mind is struggling against his heart. Sherlock fights his nature. Veela accepts nature and can protect mate better. Veela must stay in control until Sherlock understands."

Molly's eyes filled with tears as she clutched at Sherlock's arm. "Please stop it! Veela stop!"

Sherlock's head turned sharply to look down at her. A look of surprise and confusion came over his face when he saw her tears. He dropped Nigel like a sack of potatoes and pulled Molly into his arms. "Why does mate cry?" He asked worriedly.

Molly choked back a sob. "Because Veela is trying to hurt someone that I also care about and I'm afraid."

Veela tightened his arms around her as a peaceful purring sound began to emit from within him. "Mate does not wish Veela to hurt runt? He is a bad man."

"Nigel is not a bad man Veela. He is my friend…someone that I care about. Do you understand?"

Veela's brow creased in confusion. "But he tried to take mate away from Veela."

"No Veela, he was afraid that in your jealousy and anger, you might accidentally hurt me…he was trying to protect me, just like you try to protect me because he cares about me." She said slowly relaxing in his arms. The purring and vibrating of his body was having a calming effect on her. She found her eye lids getting very heavy and it was becoming hard to concentrate.

"Veela does not understand." He answered honestly. "But Veela will not hurt runt if mate does not want him too."

"Veela, what is happening?" Molly asked as she found it almost impossible to keep her eyes open. Her entire body felt like it was sinking in mud.

"Mate is upset and frightened, Veela is comforting her." He said as he bent slightly to put an arm under her shoulders and the other behind her knees. He lifted her from her feet. "Veela will take mate home now."

"No Veela…" She said softly. "Nigel needs help…"

The Veela looked down at Nigel and nudged him with his foot. Nigel moaned and slowly opened his eyes. "Runt is fine mate. We go home now." He said happily and carried her out of the restaurant leaving the stunned and frightened patrons staring after them.


"Mycroft this is the second or third restaurant he's destroyed!" Greg snapped. "You have to do something with your bloody brother."

"And what would you have me do?" Mycroft asked. "The Veela is only reacting in a way that is natural to him. This wouldn't be happening if Dr. Hooper would stop being so stubborn and bond with my brother."

"Why would she want to bond with something that could erupt at any second and destroy whatever is in the immediate vicinity of it? Not to mention, why would she trust that Sherlock even wants to bond with her? We all know that a Veela can choose a mate without input from its human side. What has Sherlock done to prove that it is actually him that loves and wants her?"

Mycroft sighed. "How on Earth did you become a detective inspector with your obvious lack of observation skills? Of course my brother loves and wants her."

"Then why hasn't he bloody said so before?" John asked coming into the living room with a tray of tea.

"Because sentiment does not come natural to him. You of all people should know this John. It is very difficult for him to accept and embrace anything that is not analytical or scientific. Besides…vulnerability has always frightened him." Mycroft said taking the tea from John.

The door to the flat was opened and Sherlock or the Veela rather, in Sherlock form, entered carrying Molly in his arms. John stood and approached quickly, but stopped when he heard the growl.

"Do not growl at me Veela! I am Sherlock's best friend and have no interest in trying to take the woman he loves from him." John snapped. "Besides…you are a part of him so by proxy that makes me your best friend also and I would never take a mate from a friend. I am a doctor and you are holding an unconscious Molly. I only want to make sure she is okay."

Veela titled his head and looked at John. "John Watson is Veela's best friend?"

"Of course I am." John said.

Veela smiled. "Veela has never had best friend." A loud purring began to fill the room.

John cleared his throat. "Yes, well, let me check on Molly."

"Mate is only sleeping John Watson. Mate was upset and Veela comforted her. Veela will put mate to bed now." He said turning with Molly and carrying her into Sherlock's bedroom.

Veela returned and walked over to Mycroft. "Sherlock wants to know why older lonely resentful brother is here."

Mycroft's eyes narrowed. "Let Sherlock ask me that himself. Really, I am quite put out with you Veela. Do you have any idea how much money I have had to put out for your rampages?"

"Veela is staying until Sherlock accepts being Veela." He said crossing his arms over his chest.

"Oh for heaven's sake." Mycroft sighed. "Veela, it is ridiculous for you to stay in control. If you wish Sherlock to learn and understand what it means to be a Veela, then you need to allow him to learn. He can't do that if you don't let him out."

Veela smiled. "Veela likes older lonely resentful brother. He is very wise."

"Well why don't you pass that on to Sherlock…that he should appreciate my wisdom." Mycroft said sarcastically.

"Veela is not stupid. Veela does not get in middle of brothers childish squabble. But Veela will let Sherlock out now."

Sherlock's body shuddered slightly and he began to blink rapidly. He suddenly looked up at Mycroft before looking at John and Greg.

"How much was the damage to the restaurant Lestrade?" Sherlock asked.

"I have already taken care of that Sherlock." Mycroft said. "Now, about this nonsense with Dr. Hooper refusing you. What do you plan to do about this Sherlock? I am tired of cleaning up after your Veela."

Sherlock's eyes narrowed. "Did you know this would eventually happen to me?"

"Of course I did. It runs in our family. It's strange that it only affects the males. Father and I have always known you would be the Veela. The gene skips generations. When the years went by and I was never affected, we knew that you would get Grandfather's Veela gene."

"Why the bloody hell didn't you tell me?" Sherlock snapped.

"Why would we tell you? No need to until it actually affected you. Besides, it's not like you have a strange disease. Being a Veela is quite normal these days for some people. And I told father whom I thought your mate would be and I was right. We assumed that Dr. Hooper would give you no trouble seeing as how she loves you so deeply and that the whole messy affair would be over with quickly when the two of you bonded."

"She is refusing me!" Sherlock snapped. "And I don't know what the hell I am doing half the time or feeling…it is interfering with my work and it is disconcerting!"

"Sherlock don't be so overly dramatic. Your body and hormones are changing. It's not as if you're growing a second head. I'm sure after a while you will get used to this and become quite comfortable with your Veela." Mycroft said smiling.

"What am I supposed to do about Molly?" Sherlock snapped. "Do you have any idea how I am feeling? I want to go in that room, rip her clothes from her body, and pound her into oblivion as I render her legs useless!"

Greg coughed and John cleared his throat. Mycroft shrugged. "And I am sure that once you prove to her that you do in fact love her and simply do not want her only because of your Veela, that she will be more than happy to let you pound her into oblivion." He bent down and grabbed his coat. "Well gentlemen, I'm afraid that I have to dash."

Sherlock stepped in front of him before he could go. "Mycroft…."

Mycroft's expression softened. "Sherlock, it will be alright. I know that you are confused and overwhelmed. I know that you feel utterly alone right now, but you are not. You have the love and support of our parents and of course me. You also have John and Lestrade. And do not forget your most important resource." He placed his hand on Sherlock's shoulder. "Go and talk to grandfather. He can help you through this."


Molly awakened about an hour later. She groggily opened her eyes and searched her surroundings. She was still in such a sleep induced haze that she did recognize the room at first.

"You're in my bedroom Molly." Sherlock said.

Molly turned and looked at him. Her brow creased as she tried to remember how she had gotten there. "Sherlock…why am I in your bedroom." As soon as she asked him, she remembered Nigel. She bolted upright. "Oh! Nigel!"

Sherlock's eyes narrowed. "The little runt is fine." He bit out. "Just a bit of bruising around his neck."

"Don't call him a runt Sherlock." She said frowning. "I know you don't like him, but he is good to me."

"That is the only reason why I have not torn him to shreds is because of your misplaced affection for him and that he truly cares for you. He risked being seriously injured by the Veela when he tried to protect you from the Veela's jealousy." Sherlock said. "And though the idiot nearly got himself killed for nothing because it is impossible for a Veela to hurt its mate…both the Veela and I can recognize the actions of a caring man."

"Sherlock you're trembling." Molly said concerned.

He nodded. "Yes, because I want you…it is very difficult being this close to you and not being able to touch you…" he said honestly. "It…pains me…" He added softly.

Molly glanced downward and saw what he was referring too. She could see the shape of his engorged cock through his pants. "I'm sorry Sherlock…that this is so hard for you and makes you so uncomfortable."

"I want you to trust me and believe me when I say that it is not just the Veela that wants you. I love you Molly. I crave you and I want to be one with you for always."

She reached out and took his hand. He groaned as if in pain and pulled back. "You…you can't touch me…it's not safe…"

She bit her lip and sighed. "What if I helped you?"

"What do you mean?" he asked uncertain of her meaning.

"Sherlock there are other things that can be done to help you with your current problem that doesn't involve us having actual sex." She looked pointedly at him. "I hate for you to be in pain and I hate that I am the cause. I could help you with that…" She gestured. "With my hand or...my mouth."


Yes I stopped there and yes, on purpose :)

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