Chapter 12

Sorry for a long wait, but my life has been pretty hectic lately. Phew! Please read, review, and enjoy!

"Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. and when you look into an abyss, the abyss also looks into you." -Nietzche

Date two. Three days later…

Sam linked her arm with his, as he chatted aimlessly to himself. Her mind however was elsewhere. Silently berating Sherlock. She still hadn't forgiven him, her grudge running deep. If he wants to act like a child, then so be it.

She had a strong urge to wave her arms franticly, in exasperation, her annoyance ruling her head. 'The nerve' she complained breathlessly.


'Sherlock' she cried, fighting out of his tight grip, sobering up. She was being dragged through the hallway, her feet skating over the carpet. 'Sherlock' she screamed, hitting him repeatedly with her unoccupied arm.

He abruptly released her, upon entering the living room. Not speaking he flung himself onto the settee, positioned stiffly in prayer-like pose Stroking her arm softly where his cold grip had held her, Molly stood in confusion.

'Sherlock?' She approached him hesitantly, still ready to run if needed.

'Molly' He said, his voice a harsh whisper.

'What happe-Why?What?' She stammered uncontrollably, her eyes running again.

'Molly' He warned, his tone threatening. Clutching at her arm again, her mind buzzed incoherently. Molly, what are you doing? This is your home, YOUR life. He's only human for Christ's sake! Realising she had nothing to lose, she burst.

'Sherlock, that…was… my… fucking date, and unless you give me a good explanation of why that incident occurred…you will have no more help from me' She screamed, her voice breaking only slightly. That's right molly! She silently congratulated herself, her inner party faltering when she caught a glimpse of the glare Sherlock was hitting her with.

His stare was fierce, and would make any human cower. Molly grimaced, her heart pounding. He had manipulated and frightened others before like this, but Molly refused to back down. Her sense of reason failing. 'I'm warning you Sherlock' Standing straighter.

'And I'm warning you Molly' He spat her name, like dirt on his tongue. 'I have my own reasons, you will not push this any further'

'B-but Sherlock why?' The atmosphere suddenly changed rapidly, even the room seemed darker, and she knew his patience had finally been cut.

'Let's start with the obvious shall we, this man was clearly not drunk, although he pretended to be, he was aware of all of his actions, his eye sockets being wide and shifting slightly to take in his surroundings. Also his reflexes and agility were definitely not slurred, seeing as though he got you from a taxi and into the hallway within less than two minutes' He leapt of the seat and began pacing. 'That brings us neatly to my next point, he seems physically fit, but how? If his work hours are anything like yours, I'd question how he seems to stay in such a vigour state. Another thing what was his rush, surly a romantic tumble on the stairwell, would be the perfect end to a date. Don't you? All this simply says his intentions, however decorated were not noble'

She stared utterly stricken. How dare he?

'Sherlock. You have no right to question his motives, I can bring home any man I liked, I could become a fucking prostitute, and still it would be none of your business' She shunned herself for her poor choice of words, but still stood her ground.

Sherlock looked positively fuming, his fists clenched at his sides. He took a step towards her, his stance growing more menacing.

'Fine, I was only looking out for you, trying to stop you from becoming just 'another' broken woman, because really you are no use to me upset' No use?

'You're always so mean Sherlock, I have a half a mind to throw you out' she threatened, it coming out only a small squeak.

He glared down at her, his bottom lip trembling and his brow mattered with sweat. He looks ill, how did I not notice this before. For the first time, since she could remember, Sherlock looked less than perfect. His eyes raked over her body, him then slowly licking his lips. This stance scaring Molly more than any of his words.

'You wouldn't dare' He hissed. Turning away, he slowly walked towards the landing door. 'Tonight Molly Hooper I have done you a kindness' A resounding slam echoed throughout the flat, as the front door closed.

With that Molly collapsed into the settee, her alcoholic state and later adrenaline rush, finally catching her up. She was asleep in seconds.


Since then Sherlock hadn't spoken or looked her way, in extreme cases he wasn't even to be seen in the same room as her. Childish. Cursing him again, she turned towards Sam, giving him a slight smile, reassuring him that she was still listening.

But he wasn't talking anymore. They had walked into a cramped alleyway, no light showing a pathway. Panicking she tried to tug Sam backwards, out onto the illuminated street, however he held his place, stood stone-like.

'Sam? What's wrong?' Concern was rough in her voice. I am a doctor after all, I could help? Her mind babble was thrown outwards, when a sharp pain sliced her cheek. She was backhanded across the small space. A figure ran clumsily towards her, an object glinting in his grasp.

He curved the knife along her collar bone, exposing her chest to the cool air.

'I have wanted you since the first time I met you, I came close the other night, but now there is no one in my way' He growled intensely, his breath hot on her neck. He brought the knife down again, this time drawing a crimson line over her shoulder.

Wow! A cliffhanger…Plus a lot of angst hehe…I feel so mean ;) Next chapter will be from Sherlock's POV. Btw what do you think of their argument, kept in character? I hope so. Please drop off a review on your way out ;) thankyouuu x