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Fred swallowed and narrowed his eyes at Sherlock's furious figure, unable to believe he was really there. Molly had heard Fred's gasp and opened her eyes, confusion setting in as she noticed his expression; he was looking at her as though she wasn't even there. She cleared her throat nervously, pulling back and removing her arms from around his neck.

"Are…you alright, Sherlock?"

"Yes, 'Sherlock', are you alright?"

Sherlock was staring at Fred through hate-filled eyes and Fred twitched nervously before flashing a wide smile, much to Sherlock's annoyance.

"Yeah, babe," Sherlock made a sound of irritation and rolled his eyes, despising how Fred made him sound, "…I'm fine. I just need to get something from the bedroom…if you know what I mean…"

Sherlock dropped his mouth to the floor at Fred's wink towards her and Molly bit her lip. He's still planning to…bastard. Fred jumped to his feet and, having no other choice, Sherlock followed him as he hurried into the bedroom. Fred span around and shook his head vigorously, raising his hand to point at Sherlock.

"The one time…the one time…and you choose NOW! How? How the hell did you do it?"

Sherlock folded his arms tightly and shook his head, his tone sinister and the slightest hint of smugness. Fred had started to pace anxiously, his arms folded childishly.

"It was quite simple, actually. I heard your thoughts and I followed the sound…I found your old room. From then on, it was basic."

Fred's was shaking his head and scowling maliciously. It doesn't make a difference whether he's here or not. I'm still going to nail Molly. Sherlock scoffed and walked over to Fred; he hadn't quite got the hang of appearing and disappearing.

"I can hear your thoughts, you know. As clearly as though you were speaking to directly to me."

Fred shrugged, a devilish smile lighting up his face as he moved closer to the door. Sherlock narrowed his eyes. What is he-

"I don't care…all I know is, right now, there's a pretty woman in there waiting for me…you can't stop me from getting what I want and pleasing Molly in the process…much better than you ever could…"

Fred looked pleased with himself as he placed a hand to the doorknob. Sherlock rolled his eyes and gritted his teeth, his voice coming out in nothing more than a hiss.

"Firstly, Molly Hooper is so much more than 'pretty'…and secondly," his fury was replaced with a sudden look of overwhelming smugness and he gestured towards the door, "you are correct. I cannot stop you…nor do I intend to try. Go right ahead."

Fred raised his eyebrows in surprise but wasted no time in hurrying out of the bedroom, Sherlock close behind him. A moment ago, Sherlock was warning Fred off and now he was allowing him? It didn't seem right but Fred wasn't going to waste an open opportunity. You might not want to stay. It's going to be pretty loud. Sherlock grimaced, his own voice bouncing around his head at an annoyingly loud volume. Fred smiled at Molly and whispered 'all taken care of' to her in a voice dripping with lust. Sherlock occupied John's chair, watching Fred closely with a slight air of amusement. Molly swallowed nervously and glanced at the floor.

"Sherlock…I'm not sure. You've just got out of Hospital. Maybe we should-"

"The doctor wouldn't have released me if I wasn't fine. Even one that moronic."

Molly swallowed again but Fred, not keen to waste any more time, set his lips upon her body, attacking the skin surrounding her neck. Fred sighed in satisfaction which made Sherlock feel sick. There's something rather strange about watching…'yourself' do this kind of thing. After a few moments, Sherlock bit back his smile as he noticed Molly's obvious discomfort; she was frowning and tilting her head slightly.

"Hmmm…y-you're going to…do that?"

Sherlock's giggles were too much for Fred who was glowing with embarrassment, something he wasn't used to. He looked up and met her confused gaze. Fred avoided Sherlock's gaze as he spoke in an uncharacteristically quiet voice.

"I thought you liked that."

Molly narrowed her eyes; has the world's most observant man…forgotten what I…like? Maybe I'm not that memorable. Why should he deduce me to find out my favourite things…and places? The first time…it was like he already knew. What changed? Fred shook the feeling away, not wanting to show his lacking confidence, before slowly bringing his hands to her hips and dipping them under her shirt, caressing her sides. Sherlock's disgusted look was instantly replaced with amusement once more as Molly bit her lip.

"Hmmm…are you sure you're ok, Sherlock? It's like you're…different. You didn't seem to need much direction last time. You were a bloody natural!"

Sherlock glanced at the floor, a sad smile falling onto his face. Fred shook it off and pulled away, placing his hands softly in his lap. Molly shook her head and waved a dismissive hand.

"I'm sorry…maybe it's me. I just assumed you had it all memorised…why should you remember me?"

Sherlock looked up and shook his head. Fred rolled his eyes but before he could speak, he heard Sherlock's whisper.

"I do…it's not you. I remember you…every detail."

Fred turned to face the detective, the voice in his head was furious. What. Did. You. Do? Why can't I please Molly? Sherlock bit his lip before sighing in frustration.

"Because I won't let you. I…locked the 'Molly room' of the-MY mind palace. You can't access the information that…you need."

Fred was shaking with fury but Sherlock was too busy staring at the hurt pathologist to care too much. It was like he was trying to project his thoughts into her brain. Fred shook his head. Open it. Sherlock turned quickly at this, scoffing at the 'thing' controlling his body.

"Absolutely not."

Fred seemed pleased at this. I was hoping you'd say that. Sherlock tilted his head in confusion as he watched Fred turn to Molly, a devious smile on his face.

"Right…why would I remember you? You are just the pathologist that helps me when I need it. I suppose in the moment you were a good shag but…I don't need you."

Molly blinked in confusion and Sherlock in horror as Fred folded his arms childishly, jumping to his feet furiously; he took immense pleasure in Sherlock trying to throttle him, his hands just slipping through him.

"Well…if I fail to please someone like you…there are plenty of women out there who are dying to sleep with me. I'm sure I can find one of them."

"WHAT?"

Sherlock had never been so furious. He stared incredulously at Fred's furiously shaking figure. He couldn't even bring himself to look at Molly's painfully hurt expression. No…those are not my words. I don't mean that. Fred, please… Fred, with a quick smug glance at the devastated Sherlock, turned suddenly and walked towards the door of the flat, pulling it open and hurrying away; Molly was too shocked to even try to stop him. You should have opened the door, Sherlock. Sherlock was shaking his head and was determined to stay in the flat with the now teary Molly, apologising mentally over and over, but he could already feel himself vanishing.


John smiled at the blonde woman sat opposite him; she had selected a sensible blue dress for their date and John felt a special connection between them. They had just finished their main course when John felt his phone vibrating. He gave a nervous chuckle before mumbling something about his 'sick friend'. Mary nodded understandingly and buried herself in the dessert menu.

"Hi, Molly is everything OK?"

John listened closely as Molly explained everything and by the time she had finished he had yelled 'he did WHAT?' and 'that bastard' very loudly. John cleared his throat as he hung up, turning to Mary with a worried expression.

"Look, Mary…my friend was-"

"John, you don't have to explain to me. You should go to your friend. I've got your number, I'll call you. I hope your friend is OK."

John gave Mary a grateful smile before hurrying out of the restaurant and over to Baker Street. It didn't take him long and when he arrived, he found Molly sobbing on the sofa and shaking her head repeatedly. She looked up when he entered and John shook his coat off, settling himself next to her. Molly instinctively rested her head against his shoulder.

"Tell me everything from the beginning, Molly."

Molly gulped rapidly, her breathing steadying as she explained everything to John who took a deep breath. When I get my hands on him…concussion or no concussion, he's going to get another one.


"I cannot believe you did that. When I get my body back…it's going to take a lifetime for them to forgive me. I promised myself when I locked that room, I wouldn't let you hurt my friends. You have done exactly that. I can't…cheat on Molly! Please, don't do this…please…"

Fred rolled his eyes as they waited in the darkened room, flicking through the pages. Sherlock was pacing frantically, shooting Fred an anxious glare every now and then. Oh, come on…I just want to know what it's like. Just once. Ah, look at this. Sherlock ignored him and clutched his head, hoping that this was just some horrible nightmare and he was still in the Hospital. Fred cleared his throat and stood up from the bed.

"Here's one. The Woman…professional dominatrix. Mmm...sounds exciting. What do you think?"

"You know what I think. Fred…please. I don't beg anyone. Don't do this."

Fred simply smiled a devious smile and reached for the phone. Sherlock could do nothing but watch as Fred called The Woman and book her services. No…there has to be something. There has to be…I cannot let this happen. I have to try something. Unless…

All too soon a knock on the door sounded and Fred had dashed to answer it, failing to notice that Sherlock had disappeared back inside in his mind palace, keen to find a way out of this situation…


Dun…dun…DUN :s Hmmm…Fred's determined, isn't he? Please let me know what you thought (I can't imagine there'll be much love for dear Fred, now lol) xx Anyway, thank you so much for reading and reviewing, I hope you enjoyed that chapter. Stay tuned, back soon xx