The last place Sherlock really expected to end up was Molly's house but where else did he have to go? The police would be at 221B soon enough for help and anywhere else he'd get shot, after all, his healing was reduced to human abilities due to the loss of energy and the tear of his tendons in his forelegs. Luckily for him Molly lived on the first floor and he could easily scratch at her window.

He padded into the alleyway until he came to the trash cans that were right below his friend's window. He climbed up and gave a whimper of pain as his paw hit the ground, blood had already soaked through his fur and was beginning to freeze in the cold temperatures as they plummeted to the negatives. He glanced into the window just as he saw Molly sitting on her couch in her pajamas drinking tea. He scratched at the window, his claws like stone as they tapped against the glass.

Eventually the pathologist looked to the window and almost dropped her tea in shock. Molly opened the window with wide eyes and in an instant she ran her fingers over Sherlock's furry head and in response he licked her hand. She smiled and wiped her hand on her yoga pants.

"Get in here." she said as Sherlock crawled through the open window. As soon as he hit the wooden floor she shut the window and turned on him. "May I ask what you're doing here like that?"

Realizing he couldn't talk to anyone at the moment, Sherlock began to shift, using the last energy he had left. And once fully human he stood on shaky feet, holding his arm as blood poured down his arm and to complete it, pain shot up his arm every time his heart beat. Molly glanced at him and then his arm with wide eyes.

"Take off your jacket and shirt." Molly commanded and after Sherlock slipped off his blazer and shirt Molly held his arm firmly despite Sherlock's curses of pure pain. She did her best to ignore the fact that there was Sherlock Holmes, shirtless and in her kitchen. "Oh god, what happened? Did you get shot?"

Sherlock nodded and chuckled in pain "That does tend to happen with me."

"How?" Molly growled with narrowed eyes "How did this happen? You're a terrible liar so answer me."

The Consulting Detective sighed "I met Moriarty tonight, Lestrade and John were there first and I saved their lives. But with all the energy I used, my healing isn't working as it can, so I'm basically human for the moment."

He cringed as Molly slapped him upside the head "Why am I not surprised? Just go sit in the living room while I get the first aid kit. And if you bleed into my furniture or carpet I will taze you and throw you into the garbage while I watch 'Glee'."

Sherlock smiled and then he broke into a laugh as Molly laughed and she walked into the bathroom to get the first aid kit. He sat down on the couch as Molly returned with a first aid kit. She opened the box and pulled out a bottle of Iodine.

"This is going to sting but it'll keep infection away." Molly said as she poured a little onto his shoulder, at once he stiffened as his wound cleaned, but Molly seemed almost unaffected as she pulled out a piece of white cloth to clean away the blood. She lightly dabbed around the wound, trying to cause her friend the least pain as possible.

As she pulled out the needle and thread Sherlock said "Thanks, I really owe you one for this. I couldn't risk going to a hospital with a bullet wound from the exact place where someone from Scotland Yard shot me. It wouldn't end well."

Molly shrugged, beginning to sew up the wound with quick and fluid movements, luckily Sherlock didn't whimper in pain at all. "No problem, I guess I owe you this after you saved me from that explosion at the hospital."

After making the last stitch, she cut the remainder of the thread while Sherlock only shook his head. "You don't owe me for anything. It's only instinct for wolves to protect wolves of the pack."

She shut the tin box and as Sherlock finished the sentence she paused. After a moment she said "You're going to have to stay here tonight, it's too cold to go out for the night and besides you could risk reopening the wound and that's the last thing we need to happen."

Sherlock smirked, putting on his shirt and followed by the blazer, a small tear was present in the shoulder but virtually undetectable. "Now there's something you and I can agree on."

Molly laughed, a hint of nervousness in her tone but luckily Sherlock didn't pick up on it. "Yeah, but my main question is; what happens now? The police saw you and they know there are more than one."

"Not to mention there are cameras at the pool now," the Detective commented "a break in a few months back. So they know I'm one of...you know. Basically, Scotland Yard is going to be all over 221B, so I can't go back there without getting a horse tranquilizer to the neck."

The pathologist chuckled while Sherlock smiled in amusement. Molly looked up and asked "What will you do now? Anyone would check your friend's flats and-oh god, they are coming here."

Sherlock nodded, silver-blue eyes glancing out the window for any signs of blue and red police lights, luckily there were none. "I can't stay in London anymore, not until this thing blows over. It's too dangerous for anyone to even be friends with me now, Moriarty forced my hand. I leave and the police follow, leaving him and whoever else out of the gunfire."

"Where would you possibly go?" Molly asked, amber eyes glancing at her friend's somber features.

The Consulting Detective shrugged as he shook his head, eyes meeting the floor. "I don't know. Just somewhere out of London, maybe the Holmes estate. I inherited it in my parent's will besides, Mycroft would forbid any police force from entering."

She shook her head and sighed. "Then what would happen? You just stay there for the rest of your life? Things like these don't blow over until they're solved."

"No clue," he said, a strangely bitter tone entering his voice "but all I know is that Moriarty will draw me back into the game, one way or another. I have an old friend helping me get information but who knows how long that's going to take."

Molly blinked and straightened up, a lighter tone entering her voice as she spoke. "You can leave or whatnot in the morning, besides, you haven't gotten a good nights rest in days. So you'll be sleeping on my couch and that's final."

"I won't even argue." Sherlock said with a sly smile that made Molly's heart flutter. "Thanks again Molly...if I didn't wander across your flat I'd be outside bleeding out."

"I have a question of my own though," Molly said with a sigh as her gaze met his "why aren't you healing? I've seen you get shot and get up a few minuets later. How are you injured?

The Consulting Detective gave a frown as he thought through what to say, it wasn't every day he had to explain these things. "Well, when I went to the pool...Moriarty kind of tried to drown me. He almost did actually, if I had been in the water for a few moments longer I'd be in a body bag on the way to your morgue."

"And what does that have to do with your healing aspect?" Molly asked, sure she was worried about her friend but the scientific aspect was amazing.

Sherlock shrugged "Well everything really, depending on the amount of energy being burned it can lower your healing abilities. For example, almost killing someone can leave my species almost human."

Molly blinked, it was strange to see someone referring themselves to a 'species' instead of human. "Okay, but Sherlock, Moriarty tried to burn you last time. What is he going to do now? Drown you?"

"No, that could be stupid of him." Sherlock said with a sigh and a slight smile. "He made me fall last time and that failed. So like he said, he's going to make me fly."

She stared at him, not quite following where he was going with the conversation but she still held on to the loose ends of the conversation. "Flying? What's the point of that then? He was always talking about flying and falling when I dated him, the psychotic bloke."

"Wait." Sherlock said, eyes widening as he straightened up. "Say that again. That last sentence, the exact same way."

Molly blinked, her brow furrowing in confusion as she said "He was always talking about falling and flying when I dated him, the psychotic bloke."

"That's it!" The Consulting Detective said, eyes brightened as he began to smile, showing a smile that would make any girl swoon at the sight. "Flying is the same as falling! Oh that genius has his flaws!"

"What!?" Molly cried. "I'm not following! Care to explain?"

Sherlock smile grew even wide as he grabbed her hand with his own. "He doesn't want me to fly unless he get's everyone on my side on the same level! He probably has his little pet, Moran I think his name is, already the same thing. A few more blood and experimental changes, you could breed an army."

"So?"

"He's trying to get everyone on both side to be like him and I." Sherlock said, eyes flickering with emotions better left unsaid as he continued. "John, Lestrade, Mary, even you. Like us, avian lupine."

The pathologist blinked, brow furrowing even further as she asked "Now what would that do anyway? You said the experiment was cancelled years ago. How does he even have the formula?"

The Detective sat back "The government doesn't dispose of any of those documents. Being Moriarty, it was probably easy getting a copy...but he'll need the original to make changes in the blood types. I could get Mycroft's help but he would immediately want to get involved."

Molly raised an eyebrow as she said "Is that really a bad thing? If Moriarty is going after you and everyone on your friend list, wouldn't he be a prime target too?"

Sherlock shook his head. "Moriarty isn't stupid, he wouldn't go after Mycroft. He wants my brother to know he's the reason this all started and he's going to have to be the one to end it."

She straightened up, eyes widening with a tinge of horror as a tone of worry entered her usual calm and collected voice. "End it? How?"

He looked up, eyes bitter as his tone dropped to a darker level that made Molly shiver. "By making sure anyone who has the 'serum' in their veins is promptly executed. And trust me, James will make sure he has no choice otherwise."

Molly opened her mouth to say something but then Sherlock jumped up, eyes wide as sirens began to fill the street air. Molly jumped up with wide eyes but then Sherlock turned towards her. "Come away with me."

"What?" She breathed, eyes wide as he glanced around, the sirens growing closer as the bricks on the building across from them began to light up blue and red. "Me?"

He nodded, eyes softening as he said "Yeah, I'd be lost without my pathologist."

She nodded and ran towards her bedroom, the police had stopped outside with tire screeches as Molly threw on a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, boots, and her lab coat. She ran back into the lounge where Sherlock was at the window. Outside an entire force of armed men, loaded with guns that Molly didn't recognize. Sherlock nodded at her as he turned towards the door. She blinked as his hand latched firmly around her wrist as he ran towards the stairs.

She followed him until they came to the roof, where the door had been locked. He easily kicked it open and stepped into the chilly night air. Molly ran out after him, staring at the starry sky as she breathed in a lungful of cold air only to exhale it as a cloud of steam.

"What happens now?" Molly breathed, eyes wide as she glanced down at the street below, they were five stories up with fully armed police officers busting through the doors. "Where do we go?"

Sherlock looked around, there was no way to get to another building being they were surrounded by alleys and or streets on all sides, except for the park in the back. It clicked in his mind as he neared the edge. "Up and out."

"What!?" Molly said as she shivered, her coat providing little protection from the cold wind but not enough to keep her from shivering. "Are you insane!?"

"Possibly." He answered, crouching down as he prepared to shift. He threw one final glance at her before saying"Do you trust me?"

When she nodded he transformed, the change taking place quickly and in a moment standing before in all lupine glory was Sherlock, staring at her with warm yellow eyes. He crouched down and extended one wing, a clear sign he wanted her to get on on his back. She was unsure but when she heard the footsteps pounding up the stairs after them she ran to him and slid on.

"I hope you know what you're doing." She hissed under her breath. "You said you couldn't fly."

A thundering voice snarled through her thoughts as his wings folded and prepared for flight. "And you said you were allergic to dogs."

She narrowed her amber eyes and then Sherlock jumped, instantly a petrified scream pierced the air as he dropped like dead weight. The ground came up fast as Molly held on tight to his neck. Suddenly his wings flared out as screams from the police were heard. They were jolted up and he flapped his wings once, getting used to the practice of flying with someone on his back, strangely it felt right. Molly looked back, the outline of her flat growing small as he flew higher, coat flaring out behind her as he flew farther away from London, towards the darkness of the forest beyond.