ENTWINED

7.

Sherlock

I was accustomed to the feeling of my body stretching and the intense pain of my bones shifting into the animal that was within in me. I never liked it but on this one occasion it seemed a part of me decided that I wasn't completely against it. Be it that I had a proper reason for going along with it. A woman was in trouble and despite the fact that I could never see myself as a hero - I didn't believe in them, I felt a surge of need to be one in this moment. It was as if I wasn't paying any mind to anyone else as I rushed forward in her direction and immediately stood ready to act as protector, guard, knight or anything else that was needed to make sure she wasn't killed mercily.

I couldn't recall most of what had happened but when everything settled and it was just me, my brother within range as the rest of my family had been sure to go after the people who had decided to invade our territory, our home, our peace that was when I fully turned towards the form on the ground behind my body. I was still within my wolf's phase but I could clearly see that there was not anything good about what we had to deal with now. I felt Mycroft nudge me closer to her. We never tried to communicate while in these forms though it could be done. It was a tricky action to form when you didn't know who was really talking; the wolf or you.

I shifted the body towards Mycroft's dark brown form and looked him straight in the eyes trying to see if I could find anything that helped me figured out which one of them was trying to push me into doing something. Mycroft or the wolf inside him. There was a small shift in the eye color, when in wolf they diverged from the host to the wolf's. Mine were naturally a few different shades but never went grey unless the wolf was trying to urge me into agreeing with him. Mycroft was the first one to have ever taken notice of it on me. This little piece of information gave me the indication that it was Mycroft trying to communicate with me.

He nudged me again towards Molly or the form that was supposed to be Molly. I bent down and caught her by the neck as gently as I could with my fangs and tossed her over my back and turned away from my brother before breaking out into a quick shuffle towards the woods. Beyond the wind that I could hear roaring as we padded through trying to find the quickest way to the cove that my mother had shown me as a little boy. It was a safe place, as I faintly recalled her telling me before. It resided within the deepest parts of the woods, in a section that most people didn't ever venture. That's what it made it special and safer than anywhere else. Mycroft had to know that that would be safest place to go with Molly if I wanted to help her. It was his decision partly to instruct me to do it but there was also something different about it. It wasn't all his idea, his decision could have been swayed by what his wolf was telling him.

The one thing I did know was that Mycroft had a problem with Molly, and that was what gave the most evidence that this might be a two-person decision. I knew too well what could happen if your wolf was trying to be the one in charge. It was probably one of the things I despised the most about having one inside me. They could do anything they wanted to if you didn't know how to talk to them and and apparently I hadn't figured that out yet. In truth, I didn't want to know. He was already pulling me into a whole new variation of indecision and questions that I had been trying to dispose of. All leading to one place that I didn't want to go.

I chose to think about it later once I had time to think for myself.

It didn't take too long since I was in the form of the wolf to make it to the cove. It wasn't too large but it was big enough that a few people could fit in it without being too crowded. It was concealed by shrubbery which was pushed out of the way as we scratched at it before ducking down into the low dip that led into it. It was dark, with a few lit torches hanging from the ceiling. We continued to move until getting to the little set of blankets that sat piled up against the biggest wall. Upon sitting down Molly fell over onto it safely.

I waited patiently for a few minutes to see if he would do anything different, he only wanted for us to sit and watch over her. The problem wasn't that this wasn't something I needed to do, it was just the fact that I could still do it if I was in my own flesh and not mangled within the cramped up form of the wolf. I wanted to ask if I could change. It hadn't exactly been an option, nor was it ever this time around. He usually just slipped away on his own when he was ready. More times than not I was unconscious through most of it. Only a handful of times was I ever really willing or awake to experience everything.

I felt the little puff of breath come out between it's lips as I huffed out in discontentment. At least I had some way of being able to control my body. I closed my eyes for a minutes and tried to find him from inside. It was usually difficult for he liked to hide away in the deepest and darkest part of my mind. However, due to the fact that we were both concerned about the form that was laying unconscious just in front of us it wasn't too hard to find him. He was sitting by the window that signalled the rise of a morning beginning. It was supposed to be some kind of euphemism for Molly, I suppose. I didn't understand it, the sun had just started to be there whenever there was some sort of new startling change in my head about her.

I wasn't entirely sure how I was going to go about inquiring about whether or not he was willing to step back for the moment, but it didn't seem I had to. He turned towards me. The stormy grey of his eyes looking less menacing that it usually did when he stormed his way into my field of thoughts when he needed me to move out of the way so that he could do what he wanted. He padded over to me, the air felt different from inside when he stood there in front of me. He didn't do anything once he stood in front of me. He just stared at me, as if he was waiting for me to do something.

I didn't know what I should do really. I had never tried to get him to interact with me. Nor had I tried to talk to him without trying to shout at him about stopping from invading into my will to do things that I didn't wish to. It had never worked of course.

I pondered for a moment before reaching out with my hand carefully and going to press my hand against his head. He surprised me when he leaned a little closer to me and sniffed. I didn't touch him though. I withdrew my hand and he just tilted his head up to me, he was trying to tell me something. The low emitted growl that followed me made me jump back. What did I do?

I let out a sigh before muttering, "Just let me take care of her, alright? I promise I won't hurt her. I didn't fight you this time, remember?"

He stopped growling for a minute before turning around and started to move away from me. I didn't know what that meant for a little while, I just had the silence as my company now that he had disappeared. Then suddenly I was tumbling over and I felt the soft texture of the ground again. It was my hands not the paws of his. I smiled a little before turning over and sitting with my legs spread out. I flinched, my knee didn't feel okay. I moved it around to inspect it, my hand coming down to feel for any sort of tear or cut. I found one; jagged and rough. It wasn't bleeding though surprisingly enough. It was large enough that it should have been.

There was one small perk to having that animal inside me. He had probably started to heal it when I asked about coming back out. I probably should have waited.

I shook my head off it for the moment as I turned back to Molly. Well, it was partly her.

The wolf was still covering her for the most part. From her right leg up to her waist and over to her right shoulder and face. She was still in her wolf but her hair was long and splayed as it usually was in the reddish hue over her face. Her wolf must have pushed itself out to try to protect her. Now she was stuck like this for whatever reason. It didn't help that it seemed she had been injured rather severely during the attack. I frowned, that had been the whole point of going out into the madness of all those mixed breeds. They hadn't been pure, not like my family. They were special. I could tell by their eyes. The eyes always gave someone or something away. It was true especially in the different breeds of species of people that I had met and those that I had read about. They could change and they had their own traits that gave them away. It was like having your own special tell.

I had noted most of them as I became familiar with them. However, I knew little about Molly and what she was. Mycroft referred to her as a "mutt". I had heard the term only used a handful of times. The most I knew was that it meant that the person wasn't pure. I had wanted to ask if Molly knew anything about it but I couldn't now, could I?

No.

It made me wonder if the reason why her wolf was still mostly still there was because she was trying to protect her still. Even if they were both unconscious. I couldn't possibly be able to tell, not just by sitting there and watching her.

So, I waited. I waited for hours but she didn't move. Nor was there any sign of Mycroft or my mother but I stayed there and waited for some sign that I would get an answer from someone.

It came the following morning when a coughing fit sounded from the entrance of the coven and a distinctly annoyed voice said, "Why did you bring me all the way out here, Mycroft? Who could need my help out here?" I smirked as I got to my feet, my knee jerked a little as I waited for both of them to come in my field of vision. It only took two more minutes than it should have.

The shorter of the two gave a surprised gasp when he looked in my direction. "Sherlock! What are you doing all the way out here, and what the bloody hell did you do to your leg?" I looked down at mentioned part of my body and saw the damage to it. I quickly waved it off as John started towards me.

"I can wait. This is more important." I told him as I moved out of the way so that he could see the heap of animal and human ligaments that was lying on the pile of blankets.

"What in the world...who is that?"

Mycroft chimed in then, he looked amused by John's reaction. It only seemed to both annoy and aggravate me. This was no laughing matter. A girl was in an unfortunate state that I was sure he had no lead on how to treat so he called John Watson. It must have been a sight for him to have to deal with my older brother. John had no problems with my family, but Mycroft was hard to swallow for nearly everyone. He could be highly intimating.

"A friend of Sherlock's. That's all you need to know. Your task is to try to fix her. She seems to be stuck in between phasing. She is a mutt after all. Perhaps that might help you figure it out, Doctor Watson."

"My word..." John whispered as he crouched down with the bag he had brought with him and immediately started to look over Molly. "This is...interesting."

At any other time I probably would have applauded his use of words but however I didn't understand it either. So, I stood there close watching him work.

Mycroft stood against the opposite seeming in thought for a few minutes before he spoke quietly, hoping to beckon me closer to him. "You have that puzzled look on your face. Anything you'd like to ask, little brother?"

For once I decided perhaps Mycroft would be able to help. He did seem to know more about this than I did. He could be a small asset into getting me to understand. I joined him at the wall and slid down to sit. My knee was being unkind to me and as soon as John had come to a conclusion I would be able to get him to have a look at it. "Explain to me all you know about mutts. You have some aversion to their kind."

"They aren't pure. You should have an aversion to them too." He peered down at me, and sighed. "I'll tell you since you haven't been too willing to look into any good information on our species. Mutts, as they are called come from a union of a half breed and a pure breed. There aren't that many of them but they are defective. Highly defective. They can't do many of the things most pure or half breeds can do on their own. Like phase at will. It's not a common occurence to have this happen with half breeds all that much but as you know as a pure breed you can phase if you want, I know you don't ever want to. Regardless as shown today Miss Hooper couldn't phase on her own. I imagine she had to wake up her wolf and get it to see that she needed their help. This is one of their biggest problems. It can be a fatal problem. As such, they also don't have the power to heal quickly which is probably another reasons why she got stuck. Her wolf more than likely made the decision to try to protect her host as much as possible despite how damaging it could be. It is increasingly difficult to hold onto a phase for a mutt when it isn't time for a moon transformation. It won't be too surprising should it take weeks for her to come fully back to herself. The wolf is more willing to let it's form take fully over in order to heal it's human counterpart even under duress. This is a strong case for Miss Hooper. One of the others is the lineage problem. Most mutts aren't allowed to meet the pure side of their parentage. I imagine it was her father. When a pure's family finds about a child that was created with a half breed or worse a human they become very difficult and tiring people. It is likely that her father was a part of her life for most of her childhood then he suddenly left without a word. Her mother being left to take care of her, I hear it can take a toll on a person." He paused a moment and I could feel his gaze heavily trying to gauge my reaction.

It was a lot to take in. He continued shortly, "There are other things but I don't find them useful as of yet. I think you know enough for now. Like I said, they are defective and it is often looked down to interact with them. They are highly unpredictable and that can be a problem in itself." Mycroft stopped talking after that and I sat there thinking about all that he had said for a few moments before I spoke to him again.

"Not all mutts are the same, I imagine." I smiled when I heard my brother's sigh of annoyance. He had obviously figured out that I had decided not to stop interacting with her after she was fully recuperated. We sat in silence as we watched John work, he seemed to be onto something but I knew that he wouldn't say anything until he was absolutely sure of what he thought was absolutely correct. I trusted him in this right because he had made a life of studying the different anatomies of both beast and human, he knew more and as long companion of his he would know how to proceed. By his mother's name he wouldn't stop until he fixed Molly, as a doctor he couldn't leave a patient until they were fine. It was something I admired in him, he had dedication and loyalty.

Mycroft on the other hand had been hoping to trigger some sort of standoffish reaction out of me and make me change my mind about Molly. If only he knew how much my mind had already decided about her. In truth, I hadn't decided much apart from the idea that I wanted to talk to her more before she decided to actually leave. In short, he probably gave me much more ammunition on to why I could probably get her to stay at least for a few more weeks.

I'm sure I could help her. There was something about Molly that he didn't know. She was searching for something and I was more than willing to help now that I had a little clarity on her situation. I think I had figured out what she was looking for too and it had nothing to do with some silly prophecy, no matter how much I was sure that's what my mother wanted.

Perhaps we could end up helping each other out.

Sherlock is up to something now, isn't he? Mycroft isn't going to like it. When does he ever like what Sherlock does though really? I mean, really... haha! I'm so happy to finally be able to tell you a little more about Molly's special kind of breed (i.e. mutts). I knew I had to utilize Mycroft in order to tell him too. He would know more about it than anyone. He has to have a reason for not liking them and in his own right Molly as a result, right? I swear we are going to get to the legend/prophecy within good time. It's just not time just yet. But, when the time arise you will know a lot! Everybody needs a little TLC currently.

Anyways, tell me all your thoughts! I would love to know all your theories about what will end up happening now, next or in the future? What do you think about Molly's lineage? Who is the pure and who is the half breed?

Until next time, my dears!

much love,

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