Molly now alone in the tent, slowly sat up. She was still reeling about what happened. She couldn't believe she did that! Well maybe a little bit believable. But how the hell did she Molly Hooper have the guts to just snog Sherlock! It hasn't been an entire day yet and she bloody well snogged him. As well as some other … stuff. Molly was horrified at what she had done. He's never going to forgive her. She knew he sees her as a friend and nothing more. She is okay with that. No really she is.

"I Molly Hooper am okay with Sherlock being nothing more than my friend." Molly said out loud as if to convince someone. Who that someone was she didn't know. She ignored the thought in the back of her head that answered you. She didn't need convincing. She was fine. This incident that happened, was just some in the moment thing. That she couldn't forget. Molly smiled at the thought of what they did. How he made her feel and how she knew she made him feel-

she needed to stop!

Replaying it over isn't going to help any. At that moment Molly wished she could make a call to Mary. To talk to someone other then herself. Because let's face it, Molly knew she would never forget what happened. To Sherlock it was probably some bodily function that made him do what he did. It was entirely different reason why Molly did it. It hurt to come to that realization, that to Sherlock it was just hormones getting him to kiss her, touch her. While Molly did it out of love. She loves Sherlock, kissing him and being that close, that intimate with him. Was just an amazing feeling. But he didn't love her, it wasn't love that provoked him, it was lust.

That what it was lust for him, that's all it was. As Molly came to this conclusion her heart broke a bit. She tried to stop the flow of tears, but was unsuccessful. She allowed herself to cry as she hugged her legs to her chest. Molly's cries soon became uncontrollable sobs. She allowed herself to lay down facing towards the top of the tent, as she calmed herself down. Whatever happened has happened she can't change it. And no matter how much she wanted it to happen again, knew that it couldn't. Because if it did it would land her in the same place as she is in right now. She let out a puffed out a breath.

"I Molly Hooper am okay with Sherlock being nothing more than my friend... I have to be."

Once Sherlock cooled off from his affects with Molly. He once again got angry. He should not have allowed that to happen. But because it was Molly he let his guard down again! How could he be so stupid! They had only been tent partners for a few minutes and he ended on top of her. Like some horny school boy. Sherlock put his face in his hands trying to rid the memory of her. He couldn't stop remembering the way she taste, how she felt against him, how good it felt when she moaned his name.

"ENOUGH!" he yelled ruffling his hair as if that could help him forget.

Nothing could ever get him to forget what it was like to be that close to Molly Hooper, nothing. It was so much more better then in his mind palace. It was real, she was real. Not a ghost of his dreams. Her skin was soft under his touch. He liked how in control she was. How in control she is. That is Molly, his Molly. No not his. She can never be his. He won't allow it. To allow it meant he gave up on his idea, allowing sentiment to rule his heart and brain. To be hurt. Sentiment is for the weak minded, which Sherlock is not. Again John's face swam into his minds eye. Some where in the back of his head he was reminded it wasn't just John. But he pushed those thoughts away as he stood up and kicked the grass out of frustration. He has lived fine without a relationship for all of his life, he can live without one now. Of course now that he needed to be strong, his resolved weakened. Not only if he allowed his feelings for Molly to be known would it compromise his work, but he still hasn't had any clues as to where Moriarty is.

Also more importantly what he knows of the pathologist's place in Sherlock's heart. Yes, it's dangerous to be wth Molly even just talking. But he's sure that it wouldn't matter of he cut contact, that some how Moriarty already has all the information he needs. It's better Molly is with him. Only for her safety of course. He decided then and there that he will keep a closer eye on her from now on. That means he can't avoid her again, he was so wrapped up in his feelings when he avoided her he forgot Moriarty. This is exactly why he can't allow feelings. In the months that he stayed away, Moriarty could have done something. Stupid, stupid! He won't allow that to happen again. His feelings will no longer be an issue. Because Molly is just someone who he is friends with, and now he put her in danger. He owes her, that is all that is between them. What happened in the tent, was just in the moment. He felt bad for accidentally hurting her, she caught him in a fragile state. Which his body reacted to. Not his mind, nor heart.

Molly had somehow fallen asleep in the time that Sherlock was gone. She only woke up because she heard him come in. she desperately hoped that the sleep helped, get rid of the evidence that she had cried earlier. Though she wasn't sure how long she slept for exactly. She slowly sat herself up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Sherlock sat quietly at the opposite side of the tent. He seemed to be thinking. Probably in his bloody mind palace. After all he was working on a case. Molly decided to stretch a bit as she was a bit stiff, not used to sleeping on the ground. Even if there was some padding. She wondered if he would soon bring up what happened between them. There was apart of her that craved that talk, and another part of her that couldn't bear the thought.

She rubbed her temples a bit. She had a bit of a headache from her little crying fit. Soon enough her stomach growled. Reminding her that she still hadn't eaten a proper meal today. Well besides a sandwich, if that counts as anything. Molly had no idea what time it was, but knew it was pitch black outside. So it had to be at least nine o'clock. Which would mean that whatever food the campsite sold, would be closed for the night. Molly groaned at the thought. Which made Sherlock stir from his thoughts. As his now blue hues landed on her. He had his mouth parted as though he was going to speak, but then shut it. Oh god, Molly thought. He wants to have the talk. She internally panicked because she wasn't mentally ready for that yet. No, not at all. But to her relief and somewhat annoyance he just asked

"What is it?"

she ground her teeth while looking at him. Although just a second ago she didn't want to talk about it, her feelings have changed. She does in fact want to talk about it. But it seems he is just going to pretend that it didn't happen. Well she isn't going to give the sod, the satisfaction. If he is going to ignore what happened so will she. Well pretend anyway. Two can play at that game.

"I am just hungry. I guess the cafeteria up at the lodge would be closed by now."

"Your right it is closed. I walked by it before coming here." Molly groaned again as she dramatically fell back to her lying position.

"I suppose you didn't pack any food in that red bag of yours, did you?" Molly asked already knowing the answer.

"I don't eat while I'm on-"

"Cases. Yeah I know. I guess I'll have to suck it up until morning now." she said as she turned on her side facing Sherlock. Who had a bit of a smirk on his face. Why? She couldn't see how he could find this amusing.

"Or you could eat these bags of crisps I got from the machine." he held up two small bag of plain crisps. Molly's eyes popped open wide. She didn't care if it wasn't a proper meal or not. It was something to eat to hopefully fill the gap between now and morning. She sprung up eagerly ready to pounce for the bags. When Sherlock held them back. She fell onto her knees staring at him questioning his actions.

"Why won't you give them to me?" Molly thought he had brought them for her. To be nice for a change. God forbid he do something like that. Tosser.

"Well you didn't give me time to finish." Molly rolled her eyes. She waited for him to go on, when he didn't she became clearly annoyed with him.

"Go on then."

"Right, as you already know we have one sleeping bag."

"No shit Sherlock, I hadn't noticed." Molly decided to cross her arms. She couldn't help, but ogle the bag of crisps in his grasp. Sherlock puffed out an air of annoyance at her choice of words with him.

"Well that poses a problem as there are two of us. As it seems I have the crisps." he held up his barging tools. "While you have claimed the sleeping bag." Molly looked behind her at the sleeping bag. Claimed? She didn't have any patience for his games right now. She swung her head back at him.

"I'm just going on a hunch here and say you want the sleeping bag."

"Mmm yes." Molly steeled her gaze on him.

"You don't sleep on cases."

"Not usually no, I am rather tired. I was up this whole past week working on a nine. and if I am going to find our criminal in hiding. I will need some rest." Molly liked the fact that Sherlock thought she had some claim to the 'bed', just because she had laid it out? Slept on it? Who knows. But she also knew it was cold at night. She already felt the chill. As well as the fact that she would have to sleep on nothing, but the lining of the tent. Which did nothing to help one sleep. The ground was lumpy and her back would kill her for sure in the morning. That was if she did fall asleep. Molly gulped looking at the crisps once more. Knowing that her hunger would answer for her.

"Alright. You win you can have the sleeping bag tonight." Sherlock smiled and tossed the bags at her. As soon as it landed near her she picked one up and ripped it open. Popping a few into her mouth at once. Molly had one bag gone in two minutes flat. She soon moved onto the next bag. But stopped her haste when she noticed Sherlock watching her. She became self conscious and took fewer crisps at a time, and chewed slower.

"Don't slow down on my account." Molly's eyes widened.

"Who said I was doing it for you."

"Well the fact that as soon as I tossed them to you, you couldn't hold back any longer. You were in a state of hunger. Making you want to eat as much as you could as fast as you could. Not to worry everyone does it, when they're starving. As they say"

"I wasn't starving."

"Mmmm, yes you were. Molly the only thing you have eaten today was a sandwich. I know that because when I went to see you at the morgue earlier you kept looking at the clock eager to be your lunch. But something made you skip it. You also must have been running late when you got home since you didn't eat before coming to my place." Molly blushed a bit. At the fact that he thought she was running late. When in fact she didn't eat before was because of her excitement. Same thing with lunch, she was too happy to be bothered."Thus making you starving, as they say. When really your just very hungry. Because in order to starve, one must be without food for at least a couple of days."

"Right." Molly agreed. Although she could care less what the proper use of the word was intended for. As she soon finished the second bag she licked each finger clean of the salt. Now that her hunger had subsided her thirst was in full flare. Molly just couldn't get a break today. But before she could say anything Sherlock produced a bottle of water from his coat pocket and rolled it to her. She opened it and took a long thankful swig.

"Thanks." although she didn't know why she was thanking him. When he did just make her give up the sleeping bag for the crisps and this was probably just apart of the deal.

"No problem. Now since it is really late, we should get some proper sleep. We need to be up at sunset. In order to start our hunt." Molly gawked at him. Sunset? Was he serious? "Oh I am quite serious Molly. We must start as early as we can. It also wouldn't hurt for you to get a look around to get familiar with the grounds as well."

Sherlock began taking his shoes and coat off. He wasn't going to get undressed in front of her was he? Especially after their little make out session that happened, and he was ignoring. She couldn't help but stare, she told herself she should look away. Give him some changing privacy when very soon she would wish the same. But he didn't say anything, as he reached for his silk pajamas. As he started unbuttoning his shirt. She blushed bright red and quickly turned around facing the other way.

As she heard the fabric of his clothes rustle as he got undressed, she kept thinking of how when they were moving together their clothes rustled as well. As she heard the zipper of his trousers. She couldn't take it anymore, so she had decided to go for her bag and find her pajamas as well. So that her mind wouldn't go to that place. She took out her bright blue flannel pajamas, which was the warmest pair she packed. Since she wouldn't have any coverage during the night. And started to undress, but stopped when she wasn't sure if Sherlock was looking or not.

"I will look away, don't worry Molly." As she turned to the sound of his voice she noticed he now was dressed in red silk pj's with his back facing the other way. She wanted to laugh at the fact that he brought silk to camping. But quickly fought it down as she took her shirt off. She hesitated at her bra. As she hated sleeping with it on, but felt weird if it was off with Sherlock around. She decided it would be dark anyway. And undid her bra. Pulling on her top. Then standing to strip her trousers off, and quickly finishing by putting her bottoms on.

"Okay I'm dressed now." Sherlock spun around and stood up making his way towards the sleeping bag which Molly stood on. He stopped right in front of her. She gave him a puzzling look.

"Well when sleeping one must not have another person standing on their sleeping bag." Molly looked down and stepped off.

"Sorry." Molly took a few paces wanting not to sleep to close to him, her mind might wander. Since she didn't have a blanket or a pillow she sat down on her spot. Sherlock went and grabbed her bag and handed it to her.

"It's for your head. Like a pillow." She placed it where her head would be and gave him a small smile. She refused to give a big one, just because she was in for a long night. All because he wanted the sleeping bag and used food against her when she was hungry. It was actually quite a rotten thing to do. She laid on her side facing Sherlock. Watching him getting in the sleeping bag, all comfy and warm. While she had to curl up because it was freezing cold. She decided she won't let this consume her. So she closed her eyes, hoping she could fall asleep soon.

"Molly"

Molly let out a sharp breath and put an annoyed look on her face.

"Could you turn the lamp off, your closer to it. It's beside my bag." Molly angrily got up and crawled towards the lamp flicking it off. Returning to her spot on the floor, she turned the other way to lay down.

"Thank-you"

"Hmm." was all she replied with. She almost kind of felt bad for acting like a spoiled child. Almost.

Molly was sure it had been at least a couple of hours since they first tried to get some sleep. She had no luck at all. She couldn't get the least bit comfy. As the ground was really hard and not to mention cold. Which also leads to the next reason why she couldn't fall asleep. She was ice cold. She couldn't stop shivering. She curled herself up so tight in a ball, but that didn't really do much. By this point she was just so tired and cold she wanted to cry. When she thought of Sherlock over there sleeping peacefully in a nice warm sleeping bag. She wanted to throw something at him. A tired Molly is a irritable Molly after all. And for the hundredth time that night she turned over. Facing Sherlock, which made her let out a sigh. She was startled when Sherlock's deep voice interrupted her angry thoughts towards him.

"Are you ever going to sleep Molly?" Molly's mouth dropped wide open. How dare he ask her that! It was cold and the ground was hard. And now he just expects her to sleep when he wants her to sleep?!

"Well I would love to Sherlock, really I would, but if you hadn't noticed in your cozy little bed. It is freezing cold, which I don't think I need to remind you that I don't have a blanket to cover up with. Also the ground is extremely uncomfortable."

"Are you done?"

"UUUGGHHH!" Molly turned over yet again facing the opposite direction. She was cold and tired, she didn't need to put up with his ridicule as well. Molly was beyond tired and had had it. She couldn't take it anymore. She just let herself cry a little. She was overtired. All she wanted was to be able to sleep.

"Why... why are you crying?" Sherlock asked a little more sincere, then his last comments.

"Because Sherlock, I am exhausted, and as I have told you cold. I don't know what else to do." Molly sniffled after that. Wiping at her eyes, as the tears stopped. She just needed to get some sleep. This day was a roller coaster ride of emotions for her and all she wanted was a rest from it. Though she doubted that the other days would be any different with Sherlock.

She could hear the sleeping bag zipper and a whole lot of rustling. Then footsteps, until she heard the flick of the lamp. She opened her tear stained eyes as she blinked at the sudden burst of light. Sherlock didn't say anything to her as she sat up watching him. He grabbed his dressing gown and coat from the floor and carried it towards the sleeping bag. Oh it seems he could be more of an ass. Molly thought, as he dropped them on top.

Apparently he needs more warmth. Well she had none. But to Molly's surprise he didn't get back in the bag at all. He was actually undoing the zipper entirely. Laying flat out, making a big bed? Molly went to roll her eyes. Of course he needed more room. So he laid the sleeping bag out for himself and grabbed his coat and dressing gown to use as covers to keep warm. Again surprising her he looked over at her.

"I am sorry. I was selfish. I didn't think about how it would affect you. We can sleep on this together."

Sherlock went over to the lamp and picked it up bringing it over to his newly made bed for two. Molly sat still in place from shock. Did he just do something nice? Without it benefiting him at all? If Molly weren't so tired she might have smiled. That he would do something like that, especially for her. As well as the thought about what they did on the sleeping bag. But as it became clear that wasn't going to be an issue as clearly it was something that wouldn't be brought up, probably ever. She was snapped out of her thoughts when she noticed him looking at her waiting for her to get into the bed.

She stood up and walked rather slowly all the while looking at Sherlock. Wondering if he might say never mind, it was all for fun because I'm bored. But that didn't happen. He allowed her to pick which side she wanted. She decided to sleep on right side. It was more closed in. He placed the lamp down beside his side of the bed. He took his coat from the floor and placed it carefully over Molly, making sure every inch of her was covered.

"You can have my coat it should be warmer, and considering how big it is should have no problem." She sat up, watching him get in beside her. He had his dressing gown in his hands and splayed it on top of him. It obviously didn't cover all of him, as his coat did her. He let his arms bare, so his feet were covered.

"Won't you be cold?" she couldn't help asking.

"I'll be fine Molly. Besides we are close so we should have heat from each others bodies." Molly's cheeks turned a shade of pink at that. But it's not like they have a choice. Well they did, but didn't? Never mind. Molly laid down facing the other way as did Sherlock. She kept her eyes open until the light turned off and she soon fell into a rather peaceful sleep.