Hey guys. Sorry it took me so long to upload this chapter I was at band camp for a whole week and I also haven't been feeling the best so that's why it took so long for this to come because I was focusing on getting better before I wrote this. Anyway, the first section of this chapter is a little triggery so be warned! Happy reading!


"Come on, it's not that bad." His evil eyes were piercing into hers as he laid on top of her, controlling her actions like always.

"Tom, I don't want to do this." This always seemed like a one sided conversation. But then again- wasn't that their relationship? He would never listen to her, and he would be trying to control her every second.

"Come on, Mols. It's not going to hurt." This was a different side of Tom she hadn't really seen since they first dated. It was scary really, the caring side of Tom only came out when he wanted to have sex.

"I don't want to." She simply said as she put her hands on his bare chest, trying to get some distance.

"Oh, Molly." A moan escaped from the back of his throat which made the hairs on her arms stand up.

"Tom." Was all she could say before she felt a warmth making a way inside of her that she had felt way too many times and wished she hadn't. "No! Stop!"

"Molly! Wake up!"

"No! Get off of me!"

"Molly!"

Before she realized it Molly's eyes flashed open and Sherlock was sitting right next to with a hand on her shoulder, clearly trying to wake her up.

"God, Sherlock. I'm so sorry." Tears were strolling down her face as she wrapped her arms around Sherlock's neck.

"Sh, don't be sorry, Molly." Sherlock was careful not to wrap his arms around her, not sure how she would react. "It's okay." Being gentle Sherlock started combing his fingers through her hair.

Before she knew it she could feel herself losing control, crying even though she didn't mean to. "It was a nightmare," she mumbled more to herself than to Sherlock.

They sat like that her head on his shoulder and him trying to calm her down while combing his fingers through her hair. It seemed like they could be like that forever and neither of them would care.

Molly was the one that broke the embrace. Slowly she broke apart and looked up at Sherlock with puffy eyes. "It was a dumb dream," her voice broke as she wiped away some stray tears.

"It was a nightmare, Molly." Sherlock corrected her as got up from the bed and outstretched his hand. "I made some breakfast, would you like some?"

"S-Sure," Molly whispered as she took his hand and together they made it to the kitchen. On the table sat two plates with burnt toast and various jams and jellies.

Sherlock let go of her hand and then grabbed a chair and pulled it out for her which Molly took gratefully. "What would you like to drink?" Sherlock asked as he opened up the fridge.

"Do you have orange juice?" Molly asked as she grabbed a knife and spread some apple butter jelly on her burnt toast. Molly laughed as the crunchy and charcoal texture tickled her tastebuds as she grabbed the orange juice that Sherlock had just put down and took and gulped half of it down.

Sherlock raised an eyebrow and tried his hardest to hold back some comments. "Don't like the toast?" He asked as gave a short laugh and took a sip of his coffee.

"Can you really not cook?" Molly asked, taking a smaller bite of the toast this time.

"I never thought it was really that important. Cooking really isn't my area, when I have a case I don't really eat and when I do eat it's mostly take out."

"I'll teach you sometime." Molly said simply as she ate the rest of the charcoal tasting toast as she gulped down the rest of the orange juice she looked over at Sherlock and sighed. "I… I think it's time that I go back home."

Sherlock froze with the cup right next to his lips, and very slowly put it back down on the table. "Molly, I think it's too soon. I mean, you just woke up from a nightmare."

"I'm going to wake up from nightmares years from now, Sherlock. This isn't going to go away one night."

"Let's make a deal," This was one of the first times Sherlock Holmes had ever made a deal with anyone. "The court date is in a week and a half. After Tom is sentenced you can move back home, is that okay?"

Molly thought about it for a second. Could she really live a week in a half with Sherlock? It's only been a few days and they had already gotten into a fight, but he was also really caring towards her. Everyone was. Which was really surprising and that was one of the reasons she wanted to go back home, she didn't like all the attention. "Can I go back to the morgue before that?"

"Molly, working is not the best idea right now. You need time to rest and get your life back to normal. You need to eat and get back into your regular routine."

"But going to the morgue is in my regular routine." She loved the morgue, she loved being around dead people because they could never hurt her. Even when she was little she was infatuated with dead things which made her Mother scared, but she eventually shook it off.

"Molly. We are not going to talk about this okay. You are staying here until the hearing."

Molly bit her lip, wanting to fight back part of her wanted to and the other part of her was scared that she was going to be hit, but being with Sherlock she knew that wouldn't happen, but still there was that little doubt in her head. "Do you think he'll be convicted?"

"He better be." Sherlock grabbed her plate and empty glass and put them in the sink to be washed later. "I don't understand why he wouldn't be, the evidence is all there." He said as he motioned to Molly.

"I'm going to be used as evidence?"

"Sort of," Sherlock said as he wiped off his hands and leaned against the counter. "They are going to call you to the stand and you tell them everything. The beatings, the…" He didn't want to say it, but he had to. "The assault. Anything you can think of, you'll show them your bruises and we'll take some pictures so the jury can see them too. If we show and tell them everything I don't see why he wouldn't be convicted."

Molly nodded and put her hands on the table and fumbled with them slightly. "Will you be there?" Molly asked as she looked into Sherlock's eyes.

"I can't be part of the jury. But I will be watching. You need anything you can look at me."

Molly nodded as she slowly stood up, the injuries she had were getting better, but every once in awhile it would hurt certain things.

Molly noticed that when she winced Sherlock took a protective step towards her. "Are you okay?" He asked as he was soon by her side, helping her into the living room.

"I'm fine," Molly nodded his hand away as she gripped the corner of the table for balance. Her whole body hurt for some reason.

"Molly, I'm not going to touch you if you don't want me to but you are in a lot of pain. It's internal. Possibly digestive problems. Since you haven't eaten it'll hurt if you even eat a little."

"Stop deducing me, Sherlock." Molly hissed, feeling her palm dig its way into the edge of table and drawing blood.

"Molly, can I touch you?" Molly asked as he outstretched a hand.

Molly gave a small nod and Sherlock carefully put a hand around her waist and another hand under her knees.

Slowly Sherlock made his way to the couch with Molly in his hands and she would whine every once in awhile as she put a lazy hand over her stomach. First, he laid Molly down on the couch, and made enough room for him to sit down next to her.

"Your metabolism is all messed up, eating this much in such a short period is hurting you."

"Shut up, Sherlock." Molly moaned and clutched her stomach. In one swift moment Molly ran to the bathroom leaving Sherlock alone on the couch. It wasn't soon after he heard choking noises coming from the bathroom.

Quickly Sherlock made his way to the bathroom and saw Molly hunched over the toilet and puking up what she just ate. "It's okay, Molly." Sherlock whispered as he pulled her hair back and soothingly rubbed her back. "Next time I won't force you to eat."

"Next time I'm cooking." Molly laughed as she heaved again. Molly wiped her face with her arm and looked over at Sherlock. "I'm not saying your cooking is horrible, but it is pretty awful."

Sherlock gave a small laugh as he helped her stand up. "How about you take a bath. Clean yourself up, I want you to be healthy while you are staying here."

Molly gave a small nod as she started running the water and looked over at Sherlock. "Sherlock," Molly motioned over to the door.

"Do you uh.. Need help?" Sherlock noticed how Molly's cheeks turned bright red and she shook her head. "Oh-Okay. I'll be in the living room if you need anything."

As he hurried out of the bathroom he closed the door behind him and paused when he saw John in the living room smiling like a crazy man.

"Shut up," Sherlock growled as he sat on his chair and looked over at John who was still smiling. "What?"

"You care about her."

"Of course I care about her," he nearly hissed as looked over at the bathroom door. "I don't want anyone to hurt her."

"But you," John added and Sherlock immediately narrowed his eyes at him.

"What do you mean?"

"Oh come on, Sherlock. All the times you used her at the morgue, having her fetch coffee for you, telling her that her lips are too small. You set her up for this."

Sherlock opened his mouth and then it hit him. He was. He was the one that was abusing her before Tom had ever laid a finger on her. He used her, and he hadn't realized it until someone besides him was hurting her. "I didn't mean to."

"I know you didn't, and I think she knows you didn't mean to either. You just need to be more careful around her."

"I'll try." Sherlock never thought he would change the person he was for someone. But Molly Hooper was that exception.