Chapter 13
"Two down, two to go…" "STOP IT!" Sherlock cried "A Bit different this time, you Mr Mycroft Holmes will tell Sherlock something you have been keeping rom him since he was a child or I will kill him." Sherlock stared at Mycroft. Mycroft's face bared no fear and stared back at Sherlock, who was now shaking with anger. "Mycroft, did doesn't matter. I don't care." Sherlock whispered. "What a shame. I will ask again what have you been keeping from him" So this was the man's game ask the questions then later he will probably use them against me' thought Sherlock "...I give you 10 seconds to open up. Ten, nine." "It doesn't matter." He muttered. Mycroft looked at Sherlock "I'm sorry, Sherlock but," Mycroft said "Stop. Don't give him what he wants." Sherlock said and looked straight at his brother. "Sher…" "No Mycroft, don't." Sherlock was angry now, so angry in fact he didn't notice the door open and see someone walk through it but Mycroft did. Mycroft's eyes widened when he saw the figure step behind Sherlock, a glinting knife in his hand. Sherlock's head was yanked back and hit off the chair. This new stranger lowered the knife to his throat. The cool steel was pressed onto his neck, not enough pressure to cut but one slight move and he would bleed to death. "I told you I would kill him. But I'm in a nice mood just now so I will give you one minute." The man's voice came through the speakers "Sherlock listen." Mycroft began "No Mycroft." Sherlock's voice managed to escape "Sherlock listen if you don't you'll die." "No don't" Sherlock tried "Look if you do tell him it will be used against me, so in the long run I suggest you save me the time and let them kill me." Sherlock said with a forced smile, he knew he would be killed anyway, thus meaning his friends wouldn't be "It wold be better for everyone, trust me." Sherlock said and sighed "I'm not going to kill my own brother!" Mycroft yelled his voice filled with anger and sadness. It seemed to echo round the room, everything was silent "If I die you live." Sherlock was getting annoyed, how people could be so stupid. Sherlock turned his head quickly, to end it now was to end it all.
Blackness. "Sherlock? Sherlock wake up" Molly said shaking Sherlock's shoulders. Sherlock moved his head and opened his eyes "Oh, I'm not dead yet." He chucked "That's nice to know." He said and sat up "You okay, you've been asleep again." Molly laughed. "How long for?" Sherlock asked "About two minutes, you're an idiot, Sherlock Holmes." Molly laughed again "And you haven't fixed my ceiling yet." Molly walked off, unaware what had just happened inside Sherlock's head. Maybe he was going crazy. Sherlock shrugged it off and stood up. Molly was busy in the kitchen. Perfect he could now get his things back.
Sherlock crept up the stairs slowly and quietly "Sherlock. Ceiling!" Molly called damn, how could she have heard him. "Oh, and don't you dare think you'll be able to get your things back when you think I'm not looking." For someone like Molly she really was perceptual. "I'm not stupid." She said as Sherlock walked into the kitchen. Molly held up a bucket of cement-like stuff and handed it to Sherlock "I trust a genius like you can re-plaster a roof." She smiled and walked passed him. She was good, nearly too good at this. Damn Molly why did she have to be so… Sherlock wasn't sure what she was, she was funny, kind, overly caring but she was smart and he didn't know how to describe it but she was always there. Yes she was always there. He was mean to her sometime, often dismissed her too rudely. It took less than an hour to fix the roof. After that he cleaned the bucket of stuff, he couldn't remember what it was. It was not important information he needed to know. "Finished." He called triumphantly "Well done." Molly said as she walked in and saw that there was nothing left of the hole. Molly smiled, Sherlock didn't know why but he felt good, He hugged Molly, he breathed in she smelt nice, cherry. New perfume. It was nice. "I suppose you can have your things back." Molly said,her voice was muffled against Sherlock's chest "Okay." He said, he was busy thinking. 'Should I kiss her?' Sherlock didn't know, that's what happened the last time maybe she'll kiss me. Sherlock looked at Molly "Sherlock. Sherlock you're smothering me." Molly said her shoulders moved up and down. She was laughing. Her laugh was nice; it was cheery, sweet just like her. She pulled back "Thank you for fixing it, I'll get your stuff bac-"Sherlock kissed Molly, he couldn't bare it any longer he had to. Molly was stunned, Sherlock was kissing her, it was like Christmas, it was lovely. His lips were smooth and gentle. Sherlock pulled away "Not good?" he asked, unsure if it was alright. "No, it was fine…. I. I'll go get your stuff." Molly stuttered, and hurried off. It was perfect, he was perfect.
"Here you go." Molly came down stairs with a box filled to the brim with his science equipment, he was glad to see it. "Umm… Thanks" He said looking down; he was still confused if it was the right thing to do. "No, problem, this time try not to blow the kitchen up." She smiled and pecked him on the cheek. It must have been fine then, he thought as he unpacked the box and set everything up on the kitchen table again. At least Molly wasn't that angry at the time as she had kept all his live-cultures in the same trays but she had thrown away the toes, well he knew that would happen eventually. Back to normal, if you could call it that.
A.N hey, yup I know giving it the 'it was just a dream' thing was bit rubbish, I'm contradicting myself actually… oh well. Hope you liked. Next chapter soon I'm surprised how long I've written .