I woke up feeling a bit better, though my whole body is aching.
I reached over to the bedside table for my phone.
It's 11:00 am.
I still feel so tired.
Last night was a whirlwind.
Well, at least I helped Sherlock with his case.
That alone makes me happy.
I may never get his affections, but I'm glad I could help him.
That's how love works now isn't it?
Love is more of giving and not receiving.
Molly sat herself up slowly.
Putting her feet down from the edge of the bed, she searched for her fluffy slippers with her feet and stood up.
She held on to the bed post as she stood up.
After she has steadied herself, she made her way downstairs.
She found Toby by his food bowl.
"I'm sorry Toby." Molly said.
Toby just looked to her.
Molly reached for Toby's food in the cupboard and placed it in his bowl.
She reached down and stroked behind his ears as he ate.
She made herself some fresh orange juice and grabbed an apple from the table and made her way to the sitting room.
I put my glass of orange juice on the coffee table and sat comfortably on the sofa as I ate my apple.
My mind is still a mess.
When Sherlock returned, he had kept me behind curtains.
It's not that I want recognition or anything, I just want to know why he decided to do it.
I made it clear to myself that Sherlock will not reciprocate my feelings and he never will.
He is not a man of emotions and caring was not his thing, that's what he said.
I don't quite believe him though.
I've always thought he cared for Mrs. Hudson and he has a special friendship with John.
Then there's Ms. Adler. I'm quite sure he had a special connection with her.
I remember that painful night. The holidays did nothing to cheer me up.
Until now, I do not know how he recognized her not from her face but her body.
I've seen her website. A dominatrix. I am absolutely no match for her.
Months after that, John posted something about her. The Woman.
Apparently she's not really dead. She's now in a witness protection program.
Sherlock knew all along.
How come he said it was her body that time at the morgue?
Why is he covering for her?
What is his relationship with her?
"And Sherlock seems fine with that…..
Of course, he isn't fine with it, not really. But he'll get there."
Maybe Sherlock really did have 'something' with her.
Maybe Sherlock was not asexual after all.
Sherlock protected her.
Sherlock cared for her.
With a woman like her, who would not fall on his knees?
I hate myself now.
I wish I had the body of the woman.
I wish I had the confidence of the woman.
I wish I had Sherlock's affection like the woman.
It bothered me for days.
So I asked John about it and we talked over tea.
"So John, can you tell me about the woman." I asked awkwardly.
"Oh, the woman, Irene Adler." John said.
"Yes, her." I replied.
"Well, she's been involved in matters of national security." John replied.
"Oh, so that's why she's under a witness protection scheme." I inquired, trying to be subtle about questioning Sherlock's relationship with Ms. Adler.
"To tell you the truth, she's not really under a witness protection scheme, she got beheaded by some terrorists. I only said that for Sherlock. I am afraid he will not take the news lightly. I believe he's got a thing for her." John replied.
"Oh. Is that so? How about back during Christmas, how come Sherlock recognized her not from her face but from her... body?" I asked awkwardly.
"I'd rather not talk about it." John said.
Sherlock really did have a thing for the woman, even John thinks so.
I sighed loudly and placed the apple core on the table and finished my juice.
I feel really depressed now.
I could never be the woman.
Call me cruel, but at least the woman's dead now.
My phone rang.
"Molly, how are you feeling?" DI Lestrade asked through the phone.
"Oh, I'm a lot better now." I answered.
"Listen, Molly, we need to have you tested. You did take one pill. We need to make sure you are fine." DI Lestrade said.
"Oh, is that so. I'll be there after lunch." I replied.
"Good." DI Lestrade said and hang up.
I took the apple core and threw it in the bin. I washed the glass and placed it back in its place.
I went upstairs to take a nice warm bath in the hopes of composing myself.
I put on lavender button down shirt, black slacks and flower patterned flats.
I got my coat from the hanger and made my way to the door.
There was a knock.
I opened the door.
A woman in black business suit stood outside, looking down on her phone.
"Yes?" I inquired and the woman looked up from her phone.
"Oh, Dr. Hooper. We've come for your assistance." the woman said, looking down on her phone again.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
She just looked at me and smiled.
People in lab coats made their way to my flat, carrying machines and the sort.
In a minute, my sitting room turned into a laboratory.
"Uhm, what's going on here?" I asked the woman.
"Have a sit Dr. Hooper" was all she said.
I just took her orders and sat on the sofa.
One of the people in lab coats went over to me with a syringe, test tube and tourniquet.
He gestured for my arm.
I am still not sure of what was happening but I did not refuse.
He drew blood.
Another person went over to check my pulse, my eyes and my breathing.
Then another person took my blood pressure.
One of them went over to the woman still looking down on her phone and handed her a paper.
Suddenly, my sitting room is just a sitting room and all the people in lab coats and machines were out of sight.
"You haven't answered my question." I told the woman.
"I am going to do the 'answering' for you Dr. Hooper." a man said.
Mycroft Holmes.
The woman handed him the paper.
He looked at the paper and read its contents.
"Good. Good. No need to go out now Dr. Hooper. Your results are quite promising. No signs of poisoning or whatsoever. Now Anthea, give this to DI Lestrade. He'll know what to make of this." he said as he handed the paper.
Anthea, I suppose that's her name, went out with the paper in hand.
"I appreciate your help, Mr. Holmes." I said.
"How are you feeling, Dr. Hooper?" he asked.
"Better now, actually." I answered.
"I've heard Sherlock put you undercover." he said.
"It's not a problem, really. I'd like to help." I replied.
"Caring is a disadvantage Dr. Hooper. I know you have feelings for him. You must know that he's not the one for emotions." He said.
I don't know what to answer, still confused at where this conversation is going to.
"You know, Dr. Hooper, he's just using you. Next thing you know, he'll be using you as a human shield. So it's best that you stop ... hoping." he continued.
"I will do anything for him and I am happy just doing so. Mr. Holmes, I really appreciate your concern but I think it's best that you leave now." I answered with anger in my voice.
"If that's what you want, then suit yourself. I was just trying to help." He said, smiling.
"Goodbye then, Dr. Hooper." he continued and turned on his heels.
Just as he reached the door, he turned back.
"Oh, Dr. Hooper, just so you know. Ms. Adler isn't dead. Sherlock saved her from being beheaded. Perhaps Sherlock really is accustomed to 'certain' emotions."
A/N:
I am so sorry for not updating so soon.
I've got matters to take care of but it's done and over with now.
Anyway, I actually cried while writing this chapter.
I am not really sure why but I just did.
-RG xxx