a/n: Hello all, I have finally decided to revisit this and get it done. I never took it down because I always planned to finish it but life made things really difficult. It hasn't been until recently I have had time to work on this. So, obviously all the new seasons of Sherlock...yeah...I know there are only like….two….(cries sadly in the corner) would change this whole story if I were to rewrite it but I think I will just finish it as it knowing I am going against everything canon, head canon and will be taking this into AU.

Also, it took me nearly three days to work out and remember where this was going, the plot, the timeline, the ages, the births etc so you are going to find a lot of inconsistency. I have reread my previous chapters to try and recall exactly how this was supposed to go but I know I will be forgetting something. Also, my writing style has changed since 2013 so expect a little inconsistency in the p.o.v and tenses as well. Sorry.

This is short, no warnings needed and I will hopefully have the next chapter up by tomorrow or monday. Thank you for the years of support and sorry I was silent, now, please enjoy the continuation and finale of Beastial Urges.

Chapter 10

Discover my Lovely

Dean Sanderson stares at the paper, not sure he understand what he is seeing, not sure he understands what the numbers are saying. He peers into his microscope again and watches, the virus slowing, the progress towards mutation suddenly negligible.

"Oh my God." he whispers, "I...I did it...I couldn't have….this isn't real...I just...oh my God." Suddenly the lab doors swing open and Dean looks up to see Samuel Danbury walk in.

"Sam, Sam come quickly!" Dean said as he motioned speradicly with his hand.

The young man walked over quickly, "What is it? Did you find the-" but Sam never finished as his eyes peered down into the microscope before his head jerked up to look at Dean in shock.

"You did it-" he breathed softly, his eyes wide before he peers down again through the eye pieces to see the virus sitting there, seemingly dead.

"We did it, my young friend! We did and with this, by God we might just have a devil's chance at finding a cure!"

Sam looks up at him suddenly and says in confusion, "Wait, I thought this was-"

"No, no no, this is nothing more that a means to an end. This will only slow the rate of mutation, but it will give people more time, it will give the scientific community more time to be precise. This could extend the life of those who suffer by years, give them a chance, give them hope that they could make it." Dean says happily, "It's a step, my friend, a good one in the right direction."

Sam frowns a little and Dean chuckles, "Not what you were hoping for? Samuel, we can't all be part of the greats, still, even when we publish this we will be given our credit and have helped thousands in prolonging their life, give them more time with the people they care about and a chance at a future."

Finally the younger man gives a smile and he nods, "Yeah, just woulda been nice to be the hero for a change instead of the sidekick."

"Indeed, have no fear, our time will come and when it does we will contribute even more. For now, this will help a great deal many people."

"You going to tell Eliza?" Sam asks softly in thought.

"Surely. As soon as I get home, and your welcome to come, this calls for a party. Eliza makes wonderful steak." Dean says with a rather excited smile.

"Well, before the festivities begin, can I ask you something?" and Samuel eyes the man carefully, seems reluctant to speak yet Dean chuckles as he looks once again through the lenses before saying, "Of course my boy."

"Tell me, who exactly are you going to sell it to? The research I mean? After all, there are scientists across the world who would pay handsomely to get their hands on this, especially in America...we should probably talk about my cut-"

Dean slowly stands, looking at the microscope for a moment before his eyes glance to the young man next to him, "I'm not planning to sell, I am planning to give. Freely."

The young man says nothing for several seconds before he scoffs, "Beg pardon?"

"I am going to make this public knowledge, anyone who wants to take this research and use it to try and find a cure, or extrapolate on it in hopes of improving my findings is welcome to it. I won't be selling this research to the highest bidder, this is something that could eventually save lives, it could change the world. You can't put a profit on people's lives, Sam."

"But-"

"I don't do this for money, I do this for the betterment of humanity. I am a scientist, not a profiter, end of discussion."

"You will need that money so you can finance more research. Even with this, this amazing thing, the university isn't going to keep funding you. Eventually, you will need to have a back up plan."

"I'm not going to-"

"Think, Dean! What good will it do to hand this out to everyone if in the end you can't even continue your research, how will you help humanity then?"

"And you suppose if I sell this to someone they will be just as happy as me to hand it over to all the others? If I make this accessible to everyone than no one can be denied this knowledge. No one will be left out, everyone will be able to-"

"That is foolish and a waste of your time and effort, you spent the last five years trying to use the knowledge you acquired in Africa to help the masses and let me tell you, you've got nothing for it! This is your chance to get something back-"

"Enough!" Dean suddenly yells as he slams his hand down on the table, face an angry smear and eyes hard, "I am not going to deny anyone the opportunity to learn or use what I have discovered. I won't take the chances of selling this research off only to find it is used as leverage over another country or for financial gain. This needs to be shared, this needs to be publicly available to any and everyone who can find use for it. That is final, and I don't want to hear another word about it." Dean picked up all his papers, grabbed all the files, shoved them in his back and headed for the door, leaving a steaming Sam behind.

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Sherlock ran a hand down over Molly's shoulder, the hot water splashing off the back of her neck and onto his chest as she bent her head forward.

"You know, I could get used to this." Molly said softly, a hand reaching behind to gently stroke Sherlock's thigh.

"Mmm." what his only response before he pressed his body against her back and wrapped his arms around her, Molly closing her eyes to savour the feeling of his body pressed against hers.

"You doing alright? Everything okay upstairs?" she asks ad Sherlock hums again, as his hand reaches out and grabs for the bottle of Molly's shampoo.

"I do so like your shampoo, it reminds me of my mother. She enjoyed Lavender as well." Molly stiffens a little at the comment, her mind running back over what John had told her a day before about the possibility of transference and Sherlock's interest in her.

She hears him pop the top and feels the cool liquid pool on top of her head, Sherlock setting the bottle aside and starting the process of soaping her hair.

She continues to muse on the idea that she was nothing more than a replacement for his mother when Sherlock chuckles, "My your thoughts are loud, care to tell me what you are thinking?"

Molly swallowed and at Sherlock's prompting turns around, leaning her head back under the water to rinse out the soap. She decides it's her turn and she repeats the process Sherlock just performed, though she places the shampoo into her palm before reaching up to work it into his wet mop of hair.

"Sherlock, do you think...I mean...it's rather silly but...is there a chance-" but she trails off because she can't bring herself to ask. It's not only humiliating but the question seems so unimportant. Part of her doesn't care if this is all one big psychological issue waiting to explode in her face.

In less than four weeks, since Sherlock had returned from the fall, she had him all to herself. He was with her, was willing to try and be something with her, for her, to be with her in whatever way he could.

I would break you… use you over and over as my drug to alleviate the pains of my mind…

"It must be something serious if you can't even form the question." Sherlock muses softly and he rotates with the woman so he can rinse out his own hair.

The man doesn't hesitate to grab up Molly's body wash, her little puff ball included and squeezing a generous amount onto it, starts to work it into a lather before beginning the process of soaping her body.

Molly should be in heaven right now, should be lost in his attentions, in this moment with him, so intimate and domestic, yet, all she can think is the contradictory nature of their current relationship.

He says he cannot be with me, because he would only be using me as a means of escapism. Then, he shows up and claims that while he can't be in love with me, is incapable of such a thing, he wants to and is willing to try if it means keeping me in his life. John thinks I have taken residence in his heart as a mother figure, I feel like I am more a dirty secret. One minute he is a seductive beast, the next a emotionally confused man child. The duality is not only confusing, but seemingly inconsistent. Could it all be one big lie? Is Sherlock just acting so completely lost and confused because he honestly is, or is he trying to alleviate the pressure and responsibilities that come with taking on a partner?

"I've wanted to spend a night with you forever."

"This wouldn't be just a night. It could be...quite a long time."

"Molly, I'm waiting-" he chides softly and the woman realizes he has bent down, is running the soapy scrubber gently up the inside of her leg and she shutters a little at seeing his face so close to her groin.

There is your other problem, can't go two seconds without suddenly thinking of all the dirty little things you could be doing. All the ways you want him. Look at yourself for a moment, stop thinking about Sherlock and consider that in all this, how much of that want for him is based solely on sexual desire. How much is based on loving him as a person? Does his disorientation and complete ineptitude in regards to romance and love bother you so little….does the fact that he could be using you right now and only acting so insecure to soften the blow….he did warn you. You wanted him sexually before you fell in love, and when you fell in love with him the desire for sex only grew. But tell me, if that love doesn't burn as hot as you thought, if this all does just come down to sex in the end...how will Sherlock take it? How would he handle the fact that you used him too….especially if it turns out he genuinely cares about you?

Molly's brow furrows at the thought, the idea, that she could ever outgrow her love for this man when in fact the last eight years of her life had been dedicated solely to him. Last night, the sex, the words spoken, the silent promises made…

"That's fine. W-what ever you want. I am yours, however you need me."

"You'd give me anything if I asked. Are you sure I am what you want, what you need?"

"You always have been-"

"Make no mistake, I don't like to share. Are you willing to be just mine?"

"All yours."

"Last chance."

"I'll never take it."

Those words, those promises and threats, they were rather serious for someone who was supposedly out of his depth, for someone who didn't know what they were doing, who didn't understand love and commitment.

It was all happening so suddenly, the friction, the relationship, the sex, the Sherlock she was seeing now who had suddenly stood and was looking at her with narrow eyes.

"Your focus is appalling, perhaps we should go back to the bedroom, work on keeping those eyes fixed on me." and he smirks before leaning in and delivering a toe curling kiss.

Molly pulls away, her eyes glancing down and she feels Sherlock stiffen, "You're put out. What? Domestic bliss not how you imagined it?" and his tone is clipped, though she can hear the tiniest bit of hurt and fear, something she was unaccustomed to in regards to Sherlock and so she instantly looked up and shook her head, "No! God, no. Oh Sherlock, I'm sorry. It's just, this has all happened so fast, I've gotten everything I have ever wanted but my brain won't shut up about it. It keeps spewing doubt and overthinking everything and filling me with fear that this is all some strange depraved game we are playing, lies we are telling ourselves, feelings we are exploring but have no destination in sight. I'm….lost...and rather confused and I don't know how to...talk to you."

She sees Sherlock's eyes grow wide, his brow arching up before he cocks his head to the side and says with confusion, "What? What do you mean? We talk, we are talking, all you've tried to do this last week is get me to talk, I have done it, as you asked-"

"Not you Sherlock, me. I have been pushing you to open up, to let me in, to share yourself with me in a way you have never done before...but...I don't know how to...how to-"

"You've no clue how to do it yourself." he finishes as he seems to understand what she is finally saying.

"This whole thing got started because I slept in your bed, we didn't even have sex-"

"We cuddled." Sherlock said under his breath as if that justified all the crazy things that had happened the past few weeks. Molly couldn't help the small smile, "Sherlock, I just want to know where I stand. Is this, you and I, is it based on your desire to silence your mind, to help you cope, or is it because you genuinely want to try something new, something...different, because you like me...care about me in some way other than just friends. Am I just a replacement for your mother, for drugs….for your loneliness, or is it possible you really want to do this...with me…"

Sherlock stared a moment and then asked in shock, "Did you just ask me if I am using you as a poor man's replacement for his mother?"

Molly rolled her lips together before nodding slowly and Sherlock seemed to think on this a moment, seemed to vanish into his head and Molly sighed, knowing she could do nothing but wait.

Sherlock came back to her only minutes later, much to the woman's relief as she wasn't sure how much hot water was left in the pipes.

"Odd that, the thought of you being some substitute. I can't say no, but I can't say yes, the matter needs more attention than I am willing to give it at the moment. For now, let's go back to bed-"

"What? Already? Why?" Molly asked in surprise, not sure if she should be relieved or worried about Sherlock's sudden non-committal to either side of her question.

"Because it would see, Miss. Hooper you need convincing about my intentions towards you, and...so do I." Sherlock leans down to kiss her, Molly's heart fluttering wildly as he does and he maneuvers her under the spray of the water to rinse away the soap that has been slowly making its way down her trim body.

He reaches a hand out and turns the water off once she is clean, not leaving her mouth alone for a second before he scoops her up, uses his foot to press aside the curtain aside. He is heading out the door when Molly stops him suddenly, reaching a hand for the towel on the counter before they continue out into the chilly bedroom.

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Lestrade's phone goes off just as he enters into the flat at 221 B, out of breath and extremely ticked. His calls for the detective but is not answered so instead jabs a hand into his pocket and yanks his phone out, "Yeah? Hello? Sherlock? Where in bloody hell you been!" He asks quickly.

"I'm a little indesposed at the moment, inspector. Could this wait a few days-"

"What the hell is the matter with you! The case! Remember the case! Danbury, Eliza, a ninty year old blind women going to jail for a crime she obviously didn't commit!"

The silence on the other end is deafening and Greg swallows, "You forgot, you completely….forgot...what...what the hell is going on mate...where are you...I swear to God if you are high right now-"

"Sherlock? Who is it?" and Greg falls silent at the voice sound of Molly's voice in the background, eyes crunching together and teeth gritting, "I never thought I would see the day that Sherlock Holmes would choose to get his dick wet over solving a case-"

"Do shut up, Graham, I have not forgotten your silly little case, I do believe I have the solution. The question is now, why have you blown up my phone over a case as trivial as this?"

"Why have I- I'm going to kill him, I am going to strangle him-" Greg murmurs to the ceiling as he sighed and brought the phone back to his ear, "Alright, Mr. I'm-so-bloody-smart, see if you'll forget this! If Danbury was found dead on April 6th, a gold ring missing from his finger….how did that ring get all the way across town to a murder scene that took place three weeks later?"

"Simple, the person who murdered Danbury is also responsible for the newest murder-"

"Bingo!" Lestrade said with annoyance.

"The DNA was a match?" Sherlock asked suddenly.

"The ring we found by the body of the murdered girl had Danbury's all over it. Now, pay attention, Sherlock, because we are out of time- Eliza is going to jail...tomorrow...now for two crimes….both of which she didn't commit simply because the missing ring belonging to Danbury was found by the body, now, either you get off your arse and come help me solve this thing, or don't bother taking anymore cases!" Lestrade hung up and turned to go, knowing he shouldn't have lost his temper, knowing he shouldn't have threatened to withhold the one thing that was keeping Sherlock away from the drug dens.

Then again, Molly seemed to be doing a good job at keeping Sherlock busy and off the sweeties. Still, he had never seen the man drop the ball before, not like this, not when an innocent person's freedom was on the line, not when it actually mattered!

"Bullocks." the man hissed as he headed down the stairs and out to his car, "Got a bloody screw loose."

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Molly watched as Sherlock hung up before he jumped off the bed and started to dress, "Sherlock? Sherlock is everything okay?" she asks, having heard Greg yelling over the phone though she couldn't quite decipher what had been said.

"No, yes, probably." Sherlock said quickly as he donned his shirt and started to button it furiously.

"Is it about the ring? The gold ring?" She asked suddenly and Sherlock looked at her, his hands stilling.

"You know about it?"

"I did the autopsy on the girl who was brought in. She was...young."

Sherlock thought on that a moment and then nodded, "Did you notice anything odd about her? Anything that may lead us to her killer?"

"Nothing that would honestly help. Who ever it was had big hands, beat her pretty badly...the ring was found about a foot away from her, on the….left side….seemed pretty small to belong to a man. But...well...she was raped...at least...there was bruising...no fluid."

Sherlock mused on this as he finished getting dressed, his mind running through all the possibilities as he tucked feet into his shoes and then grabbed at his coat.

"Bruce thought it was fascinating, I think it's sad, she didn't deserve what she got-"

"What did you just say?" Sherlock asked look at her in shock.

"She didn't deserve-"

"No, before that, about that giant ape of a man, Bruce."

Molly made a face at the insult of the man who had been relatively kind to her, all things considered and she said in question, "Bruce that it was fascinating-"

"He was in the lab the day the girl was brought it?" Sherlock asked.

"Yeah, why?"

"He was also in the lab the day they brought in Mr. Danbury, correct?"

Molly stilled visibly, locking eyes with him and not saying a word, but Sherlock didn't need her too. He came to sit on the bed next to her and took up her bare shoulders.

"Molly, you must promise, do not leave this flat, do not answer your phone unless it is me or Lestrade. Do not open the door unless it is me only."

"You don't honestly think Bruce-"

"I don't know, not enough data, I need more date, just promise me you will remain here until I come for you."

Molly nodded slowly, unsure if she believed Bruce to be the man responsible for both murders, given the only evidence Sherlock had to support such a thing was Bruce's bad timing.

"I've got to work this out, got to get it sorted before tomorrow."

"What happens tomorrow?" Molly asked.

"I lose my job." and Sherlock leaned forward and placed a kiss on her forehead before standing and rushing from the room, leaving a naked and confused Molly behind to wonder what the hell was going on.

A/N: Sorry it's short but I was just trying to get this going again. Promise to finish this, read and review even though I don't deserve it!