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Molly Hooper rubbed her eyes sleepily as she stared down at the paper in front of her. She hazarded a glance at the clock.

2:00 AM

She had been writing her list for hours now.

"What do you need?"

Molly could tell by the look in his eyes that he was serious. Interesting. She had thought she had seen him emotional before; of course, those times, it almost always turned out he was just trying to manipulate her into doing something or the other for him.

But this...

Something was off about the way he was looking at her. It was almost as if he had been genuinely touched by their conversation. Almost as if he actually...cared about her.

Her mouth dropped open just slightly.

"S-Sherlock...I just can't tell you how to prove that you care about me!"

He tilted his head in confusion, "Why not? Would that not be the most logical way to prove that I am not actually performing a 'perverse experiment in human libido?'" He wrinkled his nose as he repeated Molly's phrase of choice.

She didn't know how to explain to him that she could in no way show him what he had asked. Years of knowing him, and she could not think of one way Sherlock Holmes showed other people that he cared.

I could always have him jump off a building, She cringed internally at her thought.

Would telling him what to do be forcing him to display an emotion she was not entirely convinced was sincere?

"If I just tell you what to do, then it's not really you showing me that you care."

"Why not?" he asked curtly.

"Well...Um..." She could not grasp the words to express what she was thinking.

"Hang on," he held up his hand to silence her stammering, "I believe you wish for me to exercise my imagination and come up with my own ways to vie for your affections-is that correct?"

She nodded.

He sighed, "I would think you would have realized that I am rather lacking in the area of romantic abilities," he glanced at the box of chocolates she had thrown on the ground, "So, to be frank, I have absolutely no idea what to do," he smiled faintly.

She shook her head slightly, "So...What do we do?"

"He exhaled sharply, "You, Molly Hooper, are going to make me a list."

She looked down critically at what she had written:

1. Watch a movie with Me-She was not sure how this could prove his affections for her. Possibly because he found almost every film in existence to be dull and insipid?

2. Take me out to a nice restaurant-Alright, she knew instinctively that Sherlock would take one glance at point number two, and mock her for being so cliched. But he wanted to prove...What exactly was it he was trying to prove to her?

Sherlock Holmes...Is interested in me?

She had not even bothered to let the thought sink in yet. Sherlock Holmes had asked her to go and solve a crime.

Was that his version of a date?

She took a moment from writing her list to try and process what had happened earlier.

First, Sherlock had entered her flat, handed her a box of chocolates, and asked her to assist him with an experiment,

Second, she had point-blank refused him, and, for all intents and purposes, kicked him out of her flat.

Third and final, he had barged his way back in, stumbled over an apology, and somewhere along the way, tried to convince her that he felt a genuine affection for her.

What was it he had said?

"Romantic abilities."

Romantic.

Oh, marvelous.

All at once, I manage to reattract the interest of a man I was once to marry, and the interest of a sociopath that I never thought I would be able to have in the first place.

What am I supposed to do?

"You, Molly Hooper, are going to make a list."

She sighed, and shook her head slightly. Her eyes wandered about the room, finally landing on a small box that had remained unnoticed by her throughout most of the night. She arose from where she was seated and walked over to pick it up. Walking back to where she was seated previously, she opened the lid, seeing for the first time that a small note was tucked inside.

Dearest Molly

XXX

She tried to prevent herself from grinning like a crazy person. Unfortunately, she couldn't.

"A-a list, Sherlock?"

He nodded, "That's correct. Make me a list. Anything you would like for me to do for you. If you want me to prove that I am not just being an idiot, if you want me to prove that this is not a perverse experiment, then Molly Hooper, make me a list."

How was she supposed to do that? The things she had written might prove for someone else-maybe Tom-that they cared, but Sherlock? She could not even understand why he was suddenly showing interest in her again. He had not done that since he had come to stay with her after his "death."

She was having a hard time making herself believe that Sherlock Holmes was being sincere.

What if all of this is still some sort of facade?

She pondered the thought for a moment before discarding it.

He has nothing to gain from all of this.

Why was he doing this all of the sudden?

She remembered for a moment how wonderful it had been when he decided to kiss her that night. She did not understand that either, but it in no way diminished the pleasure she had instantly felt.

She wanted more then.

She wanted more now.

But how could she ever trust him again?

She smiled softly when she looked down at the third point on her list, and moved her pen to write down a fourth when her phone buzzed in her pocket.

Tom: I know it's late. Sorry. I need to talk to you.

Now?

Tom: If you can.

Where?

Tom: I'll come over.

She sighed.