Sherlock was on laying the sofa the following morning not having moved since he watched molly leave. He was thinking over the last couple of days and how it would seem that a feeling of sentiment for molly had worked its way in to his being. It was dangerous, a chemical defect this whole situation was not supposed to of happened, it was a selfish need to get high and relieve his boredom and the first time it was exactly that. The second time he can only think of as undiluted lust, he had never experienced it and he was unable to control it when the opportunity presented itself.

Last night was again a selfish act of indulgence brought on by the alcohol, but something had changed and he could pin point the exact moment that it had happened. It was while she was watching him while pleasing him he could see all the emotions she was experiencing through her eyes, lust, tenderness, joy and deep sentiment bordering on love.

That look had sparked something he thought would never happen to him, the great Sherlock Holmes to whom everything but work was transport had experienced sentiment. Looking at it know in the sober light of day it was clear what he had to do, he had to stop whatever this was he could no longer pursue it for selfish or any other reason, it boiled down to two reasons the first it would distract him too much after all it was a defect found on the losing side and he did not like to lose and the second he could not return the feelings she had for him in the same way he was incapable of it he was sure.

He would only end up destroying the kind considerate person that she was. He had already over stepped the line by a mile he could not let her hopes get up any further it would be unfair and wrong. He would delete all of it the feel of her skin her lips on his, her look of total abandonment while having sex and most of all that look the one that had started all of this.

And he tried and tried to delete it but it just would not go, why won't you delete just get out of my head. But the more he tried the fast and more vivid the memories became, had she really got under his skin this quick or had he just been oblivious to it all along Its because your

"Selfish" he spoke aloud

"What was that" came a voice

He had no idea how long he had been in thought but when he looked over john was sitting in the chair reading his newspaper.

"Nothing just thinking aloud"

"Must be good going by your facial expressions"

"Hmm that is debatable"

"What to talk about it?"

"No"

"Look I am going to give you a bit of advice" Sherlock sits up and looks at him sceptically and is about to interrupt.

"No just listen you are not a bad person." He is about to interrupt again "Shut up and listen. You are arrogant and self-righteous. You are gradually learning to behave better around people but you still don't generally realise when you hurt someone, you just don't have the right interpersonal skills to stop it happening, but you are getting better and to the people that love you and yes there are people that love you we don't take it personally anymore it's just who you are. So whatever has you messed up in that big old brain of yours and I think I know, don't do anything stupid don't think logically and if it is meant to be it will be"

He sits back with a huff and watches Sherlock. His mouth goldfishes for a moment then finally he looks a john

"that… was the worst bit of advice I have ever heard and as for the rest of it well it's not my problem if people don't want to hear the truth"

"Shut up Sherlock just shut up take it as you will but it's the truth and at the end of the day I don't want to see you hurt yourself over a self-perceived notion that everything else is transport there is more to life then work"

It was scary how well john had acutely read the situation was he that obvious or was john just stabbing in the dark either way he was not going to let him know that some of what he had said did actually make sense, he was in fact arrogant, self-righteous, he had no idea when he had hurt someone and most of the time didn't care if it was pointed out apart from the incident at Christmas and had instantly become gentle with her when he had realised.

She had worked her way into his heart before he had even realised, she liked him for him even with all his social awkwardness and lack of inter-personal skills, could this really work could he balance sentiment and work…

John was watching all the different emotions play across Sherlock's face was it that he was actually thinking over what he had said and was taking it in, nah he was probable thinking of some retort but when five minutes had passed and he was still silent and had returned to his think position John took the cue and left god knows how long he would be like that and he had already read the paper so he decided to leave.

Once outside he dug his phone out of his pocket and called Mary

"hey I think Sherlock has feelings for molly"

"(noo what makes you think that)"

"Just an observation you know you pick thing up when you spend so much time with the world's only consulting detective"

"(Well aint that a turn up for the books)"

"I know right, who would have thought it, that little molly Hooper would be the one who cracked Sherlock Holmes"