Not All Bruises Can Be Seen

by privacy queen

Just a silly little story. If you ship Sherlolly, then you should read this. Just a quick little read, and all your feels will die. Whoops. I mean... Um... There is some abuse in here, and a gunshot wound, but not graphic. It's Molly's father, tho, not Sherlock. He's actually on the side of angels in this one. Some language too. More Sherlock stories to come soon.

4. Chapter 4

Sherlocks POV

I'm considering putting my arm around Miss Hooper, but she would most likely take it as trying to make a move on her, which I most certainly am not. I just want her to be comfortable. Mycroft's man is driving, and would most likely rat to my elder brother, so no. I won't put my arm around Miss Hooper.

Molly's POV

I really wish he'd put his arm around me. Maybe a little nudge in that direction wouldn't hurt...

Sherlocks POV

She just yawned. Am I boring her? No, she's leaning towards me. She's putting her head against my side! What do I do? I sit up straighter, and she falls off me, blushing. "Sorry, Sher- Mr. Holmes." "Sherlock. Mr Holmes is my nitwit of a brother." She laughs at this, even tho it wasn't that funny. Odd. "Okay, Sherlock. What hospital are we going to?" I stare at her for a moment, blankly. "Oh, we're not going to a hospital." [yes I know I said hospital hush you technical people they're not going to a hospital it's my story and it'll be cuter this way so be quiet] She sat up, all traces of tiredness left her. "What? Where are you taking me? Am I being kidnapped?" I stared at her for a moment again. "No, of course you're not. Your father would ask where you were, anyway, and he knows you got in a car with me. If I wanted to kidnap you, I wouldn't go about it this way."

For some reason, that didn't seem to comfort her.

"Well... If we're not going to a hospital, then where are we going?" I stared at her blankly again. "Don't do that." "Do what?" She looked irritated. "The look." "Look?" "You're doing that look again." "Well I can't see it, can I?" I looked in the car window. "It's my face?" "Yes, and it's doing a thing. You're doing a 'we both know what's really going on here' face." Now I was puzzled. "Well, we do!" "No, I don't. Which is why that look is irritating."

I sighed, apparently I would have to explain it to her.

"There's no need to go to a doctor, I can fix your wrist as good as new, don't want for you to pay a doctors bill. Now, is there anywhere you'd like to go?"

She looked out the window, and decided on the one place I had highly suspected: "The library."

So someone asked for more chapters of this story. I figured I'd leave you with a cliffhanger, just to be nice. I'll write some more soon, probably in a few hours. Reviews really motivate me, so if you'd like to see more even sooner, then that's how to do it. Okay, see you soon. :)