Note: In this world Jim Moriarty did not die and neither did Sherlock pretend his death.

The main audio is in italic and the second audio inside the audio is in bold italic

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Toxic – Chapter 2

Sherlock Holmes was sitting on his bed, the tape recorder had begun to reproduce the message. He never felt fear in his life or anything like that, but this tape had frozen his blood to the point of holding his breath and not blinking. His eyes were open and he breathed only because his body demanded it.

Shouting. Molly Hooper screamed hysterically at a Jim Moriarty, laughing wickedly, mocking her.

Crashing objects falling to the floor, broken glass and deaf thump.

Jim: "don't move!" scream

Molly: "what the hell do you want with me?!" her breathing was ragged

Jim: "I just want to show you some things, you have to come with me right now."

His voice was cold, no longer laughing.

Molly: "Get away from me!"

It hear blows in the background, as if on her face. Sherlock clenched his teeth and his fists. His eyes were open. He tried to think cold, but Molly's pleas were decentered from all reasoning.

Molly: "please leave me, please " she sobs, her voice is heard lower "Stop hitting me… please…"

Jim: "I like you to pray, Molly. Do it again" he command coldly

Sherlock closed his eyes and feel noises .

Jim: "Oh no no Molly, it's in vain that you call him, he will not come to help you."

Jim: "I've had a talk with my dear Sherlock and ... I think you'd like to hear it."

Sherlock opened his eyes suddenly and brought his hands to his thighs, squeezed them tightly.

Molly: "What are you talking about? "

Her voice was one of astonishment and amazement.

Sherlock jumped up from his bed and paused the recording. He walks around his bedroom, nervous, his hands massaging his temples.

"No, no" he told himself.

He clenched his fists to control his breathing, ducked his head and sighed slowly to return to sit on his bed, played the recorder again.

Jim: "I'm talking about how I magically have the answer to those questions you always asked yourself."

There is a background noise. Molly did not speak. Sherlock only imagined and deduced his reaction.

Jim: "this is what you need to hear, get up and sit there" said coldly

Molly gasped.

Jim: "listen to this and then you go with me, you hear me?"

Silence.

Jim: "Can you hear me ?!" he screams in anger

Molly: "Yes" she said in her trembling voice.

The sound of an audio is heard. Sherlock deduced that it was a second recorder, another recording.

Jim: "And what do you think of both Sherlock?"

Sherlock brought his hands to his face, a shiver ran through his body.

Sherlock: "They are two different women, Irene Adler has intellect for which she is more attractive, Molly Hooper instead only serves by its submission, is intelligent but lacks qualities that attract me."

Jim: "She's your friend Sherlock, or she thinks so."

Sherlock: "she is not. As I said, her pathology skills make her important, nothing more. I do not have friends. She means nothing to me. I don't know if she feels a friendship, it grieves me because is not reciprocal."

Jim: "So nothing about her attracts you?"

Sherlock: "Nothing at all."

Jim: "Maybe try it again with her, you know. I did not want to get your girl out" he said sarcastically.

Sherlock: "do what you want" said coldly

The audio stops. It hear sobs.

Molly: "that ... is not true" she sobs "he said that I count ... that I'm his friend ..."

Jim: "He's a sociopath, Molly. Must I repeat the audio for you to understand.? He has given you, He doesn't care what I do with you."

Molly: "You both used me ... all this time ..."

Molly's crying floods the room.

Jim: "Let's go"

End of the tape.

Sherlock put his hands in his hair and squeezed it, his hands shaking. His chest was cold as his heart. His eyes widened, his teeth clenched furiously, Sherlock Holmes quickly stopped to snatch in a fit of rage across the room. He hit and broke every object that crossed his path , hit the walls with his fists, it was a frenzy of emotions that he could not control.

"What the hell is going on?" John shouted into his bedroom.

Sherlock was sitting on the floor, his head against the wall. John saw his fists hurt.

"I did not want that John, I ... I can not let him know ... he know what I feel ... I feel things ..." said Sherlock worried

John looked at him.

"It's my fault" confessed Sherlock.

2 months ago. Baker Street.

Sherlock was making tea, he knew that Jim Moriarty would come and see him. He prepare the tea and the cups in perfect harmony. Jim walked into the room without greeting, went straight to the detective's armchair to rest his body there.

"Sherlock, how have you been? I've been very bored lately, I have some plans in hand but what else can I say" he said coldly

"Tea?" Sherlock asked coldly.

"Of course" said the criminal.

"So tell me, Sherlock, what are you up to? I heard from you and Irene Adler" said Jim

"That is none of your business" replied Sherlock.

"Oh but I'm interested, please tell me more, this is magnificent. You, married to your work with love affairs, this is incredible" said Jim perversely

"What about Molly Hooper? You went out with her to get to me, was it interesting to go out with her? " Sherlock asks cynically.

"Oh it was really interesting, she's such a good girl, I've had nice times with her."

Sherlock took his tea. His gaze was fixed on him.

"I know Irene is really interesting" he said with a wicked smile. "Nothing in common with Molly, sweet Molly.

"That's right" Sherlock said coldly.

"And what do you think of both Sherlock?"

"They are two different women, Irene Adler has intellect for which she is more attractive, Molly Hooper instead only serves by its submission, is intelligent but lacks qualities that attract me."

"She's your friend Sherlock, or she thinks so." Moriarty said.

"She is not. As I said, her pathology skills make her important, nothing more. I do not have friends. She means nothing to me. I don't know if she feels a friendship, it grieves me because is not reciprocal."

"So nothing about her attracts you? " Moriarty asked.

Sherlock comes back to take his tea.

"Nothing at all" He answered

"You're doing well, Sherlock" he said to himself.

"Maybe try it again with her, you know. I did not want to get your girl out" Jim said sarcastically.

"Do what you want-" Sherlock said coldly

Jim Moriarty smiled but that smile did not reach his cold eyes.

"Damn, he already noticed " thought Sherlock.

"If you touch just one hair to her I'll kill you" Sherlock said, standing up.

"Oh Sherlock, my dear, you change your mood so fast." Jim Moriarty laughed. "Your contradictions only clear all my doubts." Moriarty got up and walked to the door.

"You'll hear from me Sherlock."

Jim Moriarty left Baker Street and definitely, Sherlock will hear from him.