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It's a short one, sorry guys.

Sherlock sat in bed, his eyes clamped shut as he pressed the morphine button on his IV trying to get some relief, but none was coming.

What did he feel for Kylie?

He knew he cared for her, but he cared for other people in his life as well.

Not like you care for her…

This was true. There was something different about Kylie, there had been from the start. She was the only person who could make his pain go away, who could calm him, the only one who he wanted to hold, kiss, and touch. Hell, when she had told him she loved him not five minutes ago, his heart had literally skipped a beat. It had habit of doing that whenever she was around. He thought it had been a medical condition at first, but now, he was beginning to believe that it actually maybe her causing it.

He should really ask John, but then he would never hear the end of it.

God, why wouldn't this pain go away?

He felt the dizziness of the drugs, but the pain, the pain was increasing.

God, he wished this pain would just go away. He was getting dizzier by the second. He scrunched his eyes closed in an attempt to stop the world from spinning.

Sqqquuueeeeeeeeeeekkkkk.

Click

Click

Click

He heard the hospital room door open and the click clack of heels on the hard tile floor of the hospital before a weight on the bed, dipped the mattress down beside him.

Heels?

Kylie hadn't been wearing heels…? Had she?

Sherlock's eyes opened and the pain returned immediately.

"Hello Handsome," Irene Adler purred as she ran a well-manicured hand down his cheek, "You ready to have dinner? Because I'm starving."

His head was pounding. He couldn't think. He couldn't even understand why the grinning woman was even here, let alone deduce anything about her.

"Hush now love," Irene purred as she leaned in a bit closer to him, her breath tickling his lips, "I never got to thank you in person for saving me."

Irene smirked as his face turned into one of confusion, barely seeing clearly through the pain.

Why did he take the Morphine? It wasn't cutting the pain, only making him dizzy…

"This wont hurt a bit. In fact, you'll enjoy it," she told him as she lowered the bed flat, climbing on top of him, her tight dress nearly bursting at the seams.

The Woman just smirked at him as he opened his mouth to say something, but she was far too quick.

Her lips crashed onto his in a hungry kiss, one of her hands fumbling with his hospital gown, looking for flesh. Sherlock was startled by the assault, not foreseeing it.

WHAT?!

God, he wished he could think…

What was happening?

Why was she kissing him?

Kylie….

Sherlock pulled back, trying to escape her hungry grasp, but she just pressed harder, running a hand up his body.

Get her off!

Sherlock finally managed to put a hand up and push her off of him, wincing as his ribs moved uncomfortably. Irene just stared at him breathing heavily. Through his pain, he was barely able to make out her dilated pupils as she smirked at him.

"What is it darling?" she purred at him once more, raking her nails down his chest.

"Get off," he demanded shortly.

"Oh," she said looking at him pitifully, "You don't actually believe that little girlfriend of your actually cares for you?"

Anger surged through him, his pain igniting once more as his blood pressure rose, "You don't know her," he growled.

She stared at him for a moment, surprise written all over her face before it dawned on her that he truly believed it.

"Oh, you sad little virgin," she told him with pity once more, "You actually fell for her act? You actually believe that she is done with Thomas and that he really did do those things to her…"

Sherlock stared at her, slightly puzzled.

She laughed at him, raising her eyebrows in surprise.

"Wow, out of everyone in the world, that plain little thing was able to seduce you? She might put me out of business."

"What are you talking about, Irene?" he snapped.

Irene gave him a look.

"You actually believe her strung together pity-tale of little orphan Annie being raped by her big bad boyfriend?"

Sherlock just stared at her.

What…?

"Darling, she is Thomas's secret weapon. She is on his team. Its been her plan all along to string you along bit by bit so Thomas could destroy you."

"No," he said firmly, shutting his eyes and trying to fight the nearly unbearable pain and dizziness, "Its not true."

He was sweating… why was he sweating?

"He and Kylie are still together…"

"I don't believe you. It isn't true."

"I wish it weren't for your sake, but…" Irene told him, trailing off as she rubbed a hand down his torso suggestively, "I can't say I'm disappointed you are available…"

"Get off Irene," he said as he flailed, effectively getting her off of him.

He lay there for a moment as the room went silent.

His head was killing him… he needed to think…

"It is true, Sherlock," Irene told him after a moment, "I'm only telling you this to repay you. She's a damn good actress, but I have proof."

"What proof?"

Irene held up her camera phone, raising an eyebrow at him as she did. She sighed and pulled up a photo, sauntering back over to the bed so that he could see the picture.

Sherlock felt his breath catch in his throat as his blood froze in his veins. The picture in front of him… it couldn't be real.

It was a sort of surveillance photograph of Kylie and Thomas walking hand in hand laughing down a street. Jealously, anger, and betrayal surged in his veins as he looked at the background.

Something, find something falsifying it… anything…

THINK! WHY CANT I THINK?!

Something was off about the picture, he could feel it. On any other day, this would be a simple deduction, but with this pain in his head and the fact that he could barely keep his eyes open, he couldn't do it at all.

He looked at Irene once more, trying his damndest to read her body language.

She was just smirking at him as his head spun wildly.

Nothing… absolutely nothing…

He couldn't focus. He couldn't use his mind; his greatest tool.

"She doesn't actually love you, Sherlock. Its all a little game; a little game to destroy you from the inside out," Irene whispered to him seductively as she leaned down on the bed, floating her lips a few centimeters from his, "Let's have dinner."

"Out," Sherlock said, closing his eyes as he pushed her away once more, "Get out."

Irene sighed as she stood up, straightening her skin tight dress.

"I'm just trying to protect you, Mr. Holmes," she told him as she grabbed her phone, "Remember that. She cant be trusted."

And without another word, Irene Adler sauntered out of the hospital room.

Sherlock shut his eyes as he was left alone in the room once more. His pain had increased ten-fold. He needed to think!

He felt as if an elephant was sitting on his chest, preventing him from breathing as he tried to boot his brain up to normal running capacity, quadrupling his pain once more.

He let out a loud groan as the dizziness took over.

Was Kylie lying?

No, she wasn't. She was sincerely frightened of Thomas, what that son of a bitch did to her.

Everybody lies…

Not her. She just told you she loved you!

Irene had proof!

Proof you couldn't substantiate.

You saw the sincerity in her eyes. You know she was telling you the truth. And tell me this… when could she have communicated with Thomas? You are always with her!

Except when she is at the office, or on a run, or when she would call people from back home…

Was Kylie really betraying him?

No, its just Irene planting a seed and watching it grow.

GOD! HE NEEDED TO THINK!

Kylie wouldn't betray him. Just like he knew John would never betray him.

That photo… He had to find out what was wrong with that photo.

If there is anything wrong with it…

He needed his brain. Without it, down was up and up was down.

Deep down, he knew that Kylie would never do that to him, but his experience told him to rely on his brain, not his emotions and gut-feelings.

Emotions have been leading you since the day you met Kylie…

Irene could be right. She is a good liar.

No, I would have seen it. I would have deduced it earlier.

Love and feelings are a dangerous disadvantage…

except Im not in love with her…

Yes, you are. We both know you are.

I'm not even sure what love is!

We're finding out, aren't we?

Sherlock let out a loud groan as the pain was completely over bearing. His brain needed to shut up and stop arguing with itself.

GOD HIS HEAD WAS ABOUT TO EXPLODE!

"Sherlock?" John's voice came through his ears, dripping with worry. He could barely hear his friend over the pounding in his head.

"Sherlock, you alright?"

He didn't answer, he just clenched his eyes tighter, trying to exclude any light, a hand going to his head.

"Can we get him some more pain meds?!" John yelled to someone.

"No, no drugs," Sherlock muttered, hardly hearing himself through the pounding, "Need to think."

"No, you need to relax and sleep a bit. They're just going to give you something to sleep," John told him as someone else came into the room, messing with his IV line.

"No, Kylie…" he muttered as the dizziness overtook him as someone administered more drugs into his blood stream.

"She just went for a walk. She'll be here when you wake up, I promise," John told him as blackness began to over take him once more, sending him into a peaceful, and dreamless sleep.

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