A/N: Hi guys, thank you for the follows favourites and reviews. As requested here is another chapter for you all. Both are more OOC in this and I'm so sorry. It's also a bit shorter this time, I was writing it on my flight back from holiday.I hope you enjoy. As always I don't own anything; it all belongs to the BBC, Mark Gatiss, Stephan Moffat and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

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Chapter 4:

"You." He said again after a moment of silence. He knew what that one three letter word meant to me. Those three letters is what I clung onto for 3 years; that is all I had, apart from one text message each year on my birthday.

"Why?" I asked, curious of his motives behind it.

"Deduce it Molly, you've done it before, do it again. Why would I use THAT word now?" He replied, looking at me like he used to, reading me like an open story book.

"I can't, Sherlock, I'm not you. I can't I'm just a pathologist, remember." I stated, looking up into his icy blue eyes.

"Yes you can. As I said 'You've done it before' Molly; even The Woman couldn't do that." He announced, turning and looking out of my window at the street below.

"I didn't observe Sherlock, I stated a fact, based on evidence. That's what I do m..m...my job is b..b..based on facts." I stuttered, looking at Sherlock and placing a hand on his shoulder.

" No, you don't understand. Gahhhh." He bellowed turning around, shaking off my hand, "Why can't you understand this, it is simple, even for ordinary people. Do I have to phrase this simpler?" He enquired, the distain and irritation clear in his voice.

"Yes S...S...Sherlock. Because I am an ordinary human I need you to elaborate for me." I mumbled, feeling smaller than a mouse, tears welling up again.

"The Woman couldn't see and her brain was higher tuned than yours.." He paused while I muttered a " Gee thanks," after he insulted my intelligence, but it wasn't the first time he had insulted my intelligence, and I'm sure it wouldn't be the last.

"No, no you don't understand. The Woman was much more intelligent than you and look where it got her... She fell for sentiment too and she almost died..."

"Does nobody die anymore?" I asked frustrated at learning that this Adler woman was after Sherlock and had probably won. "I bet she's working with you to take down this web." I mumbled, anger flaring up inside me.

"Well erm, yes. People do die Molly; you see it everyday. What a stupid thing to ask. Where was I, ahh yes. Miss Adler and her almost death. Well yes I saved her, would be a waste of a brain if I didn't and I worked with her briefly last year, she's run off with a Russian mobster now. Will you just let me finish what I was saying?" He said, still sounding irritated.

"Y..y..yes." I said, stumbling over my words, feeling anxious, knowing what he was going to say was going to hurt, I prepared for the worst.

" Doctor Molly Mabel Hooper, you saw me. You saw the real Sherlock William Holmes, the man that not even Mycroft has seen. The most intelligent people couldn't see it but you, you are different. Why would I choose you over everybody else? Why didn't I tell John? It wasn't because of the gun that was pointed to his head. I may have been informed that I don't have a heart and I might believe that sentiment is a chemical defect found in the loosing side but look what I've witnessed and experienced. Why would I come back to you? There is one man left. Sebastian Moran: Former military man, used to be in the same regiment as John. You aren't in danger, neither is John, Lestrade or Mrs Hudson. So tell me Doctor Hooper; why would I come back to you?"

"Oh... Erm... Okay... Because John is away and Mrs Hudson is in Cuba?" I asked.

"What? No. Molly, you aren't like them. You are something new; you are my 244th type of tobacco ash, so to speak. Doctor Hooper you aren't ordinary, whatever I said before delete it, it is not important. Molly you have become a sanctuary, my personal Utopia..." Sherlock said.

"A..a...are you trying to tell me in your own way that you might possibly like me?" I squeaked, unsure about what the answer would be.

"Yes, I believe that to be correct, yes. Well... What do we do now? This isn't my area..." He replied, taking a step towards me so his chest touched mine.

"Erm, well when people announce that the like each other t...t...they usually kiss.." I said, attempting to get my words out. Then before I knew it his lips were on mine and my hands were in his hair.

Fifteen minutes later we were still basking in Sherlock's revelation when there was a knock at the door.

"Molly, it's me Darren. I came to see if you were alright, you haven't called like you usually do... Molly? Hello." Darren shouted, bashing firmly on the door.

"Who's that?" Sherlock asked breathlessly.

" My brother, now HIDE!" I whispered, ushering him into my bedroom and closing the door.