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Sarah sighed as she trudged into the living room. She glanced at the clock-it was all ready 14:00. Where on earth is John? She rolled her eyes, plopping down on her couch and listlessly turning on the telly. I guess I'll wait up another few minutes for him. She struggled to keep her eyes open as some horrible infomercial lit up the room. Slowly, though, she felt herself drift off to sleep...

Click! Sarah jolted up, her eyes springing open. She blinked a few times to see John sheepishly waving from the doorway. She exhaled and ran a hand through her hair. "What...what time is it?" she shook her head and turned toward the clock. "Good Lord, John, it's 16:00! Where have you been?" she rubbed her eyes.

"I was out with Sherlock," he muttered, softly shutting the door behind him.

"Really?" Sarah massaged her temples. "You were out on a case until this hour?"

"Yeah, and then he...uh, he wanted dinner," John turned his back to go to their room.

"John," Sarah called, halting the man in his tracks. "Did you say," she stood up, "that your little friend wanted dinner?"

John slowly turned back, wincing, "uh, well, really, it was more like breakfast, I guess you could call it that-"

"John, do you even remember the last time we had dinner together? Or breakfast? Or-or-" she threw her hands down, "or even coffee!" she hollered, remembering the day's earlier events.

"Well, that's ridiculous, of course I do! It was easily not more than, uh, twoweeksago," he smiled nervously.

"Exactly!" Sarah heaved a sigh as she walked off toward the bedroom.

"Now, come on, that's not fair," John followed her, "I've been so busy with uh- case, uh, with work and stuff, and I-"

"Look, I am getting sick and tired of you all ways finding someone else to go run around with on the days when you're meant to be spending time with me. Since you obviously don't care about my feelings, maybe I should just do the same to you!"

John bit his lip, pouting. "Sarah..."

"Just. Stop." she shut her eyes and held up a hand.

Sarah shut the door on the man, figuring he could find another place to sleep tonight. Who knows? Maybe he'll even shack up with Sherlock.

"Whatever, I don't even care," she mumbled, trying to convince herself of the very opposite of the truth. She fell back on her bed, stretching her limbs over the entire surface. She twirled her arms in the cold sheets, feeling the soft cotton envelop her. She blew a strand of hair out of her eyes, huffing lightly.

"I am worth so much more than this," she reminded herself. "I deserve better. I deserve better. I deserve-oh, forget it," she curled up into a ball, biting back tears.

She thought about the words she'd told John. "Maybe I should just do the same to you." Well, if he's going to go off with his friends every hour of every day, I should be allowed to do the same. I could call up Elise! It's been a long while since we talked, anyway.

But then she remembered that Elise would not exactly be one to discuss relationship issues with. The woman had a perfect marriage and perfect children who probably took up her entire schedule anyway. Not exactly someone who's going to relate to my problems. And I was never terribly close with Elise anyway.

She pushed herself up, sitting in her bed, pursing her lips. Who could I call? "Lisa, Gwen, Michelle," she rattled off the few females she had met at medical university. All of them were either married, distant acquaintances, or coworkers.

"I just need someone to go out and have a drink with," she sighed.

But, then, a new face popped up in her head. She bit her lip coyly, picturing the girl's shy, smiling face. "Maybe all I'll need is someone to grab a coffee with," Sarah nodded at the thought.

She couldn't help but grin as she lay back down on her pillow. "Coffee," she whispered. "Coffee with Molly."