A/N: Hiya guys, sorry about it being over a week since my last update, I've got exams and I have badly damaged my back. I am sorry to have left you hanging but I'm sure you all understand the pressure of exams. So here I am again and as always thank you so much for the reviews, favourites and follows. Sadly I own nothing; it all belongs to the BBC, Mark Gatiss, Stephan Moffat and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. This chapter is quite a bit shorter than my usual but as the usual:

I hope you enjoy.

SM

Chapter 5:

"HIDE!" I hissed at Sherlock, ushering him towards my bedroom.

"Molly, are you there?" Darren asked, banging insistently on the door,

"Yes, I am, I'm just clearing up, give me a minute." I shouted shutting the bedroom door behind me, after chucking the rest of Sherlock's clothes in there. I then ran to the door, opening it swiftly and staring up at my brother. His hazel eyes boring into mine.

"Are you okay Molly? You seen a bit flustered," He said, pushing his brown hair behind his left ear.

"Yes, fine. I just didn't expect you to come round, erm. Do you want tea or coffee?" I asked politely, welcoming him into my flat.

"I'll have a tea please; white no sugar. Have you got some cake as well?" He asked, being surprisingly rude.

"No I don't have any cake Darren, just go sit on the sofa and I will bring whatever I have through." I answered calmly, heading towards the kitchenette. I filled up the kettle with water and put it on to boil, as I stood there some thing rustled behind me. I turned, expecting to see my brother, wielding a frying pan. Long pale fingers then wrapped around my wrist, causing me to drop the frying pan with a clatter on the floor. I almost shrieked because before me stood one very tall consulting detective.

"Molly? Are you alright?" Darren shouted obviously not making a move from the sofa in the middle of the living room.

"Yes, fine. I just knocked a pan off the side. S...s...s..sorry Darren." I replied, stuttering, glad that my brother was such a lazy sod.

"Okay, it's always like you to be sooo stupid." He sniggered to himself. I felt tears welling up; I refused to look at Sherlock, not wanting him to see me weak, I returned to filling up the mugs with hot water and placing the bag in the compost bin.

"Molly..." Sherlock whispered placing his hand on my left shoulder, attempting to turn me around. I refused to let him, standing rigid until he stopped trying. "Ignore him Molly, he is ordinary. Much like Anderson, he is too stupid to understand." He whispered, kissing the top of my head and padding out of the kitchen and back into my bedroom.

After taking a deep breathe I took the tea and biscuits to my brother, placing the tray on the coffee table.

" Why are you here Darren?" I asked glancing towards my bedroom door, seeing there was a small crack Sherlock was observing from.

"Come on Molly. You know why I'm here..." Darren murmured pushing some hair behind my ear.

" Darren you already owe me four thousand..." I stuttered, feeling anxious, knowing what was about to be said.

"No Molly, I don't. You NEED to understand the only reason you are here is because I MADE it happen. So either you pay up with money or you pay up with something else." He uttered, moving the hand from my hair down to my knee and up my thigh. I heard a shuffling from my bedroom and what sounded like a growl.

"D...D...Darren, get your hands off of me." I squeaked, trying to remove his hand, which was now a vice at the top of my thigh.

"Why Molly? Why should you, a little good for nothing brat, be let off?" He sneered, his eyes turning black. His mouth now curved into a sharp toothed grin.

"BECAUSE SHE IS MINE!" Sherlock's baritone voice bellowed from across the room. I turned, watching him stride towards us, and I felt no longer frightened.

"Oh look, Molly's boy toy of the moment is here to save her. You are exactly like the rest of them, NOTHING." He cackled. Sherlock's rage was no longer a burning ember, it was a volcano and about to erupt.

"HOW DARE YOU... YOU STROLL INTO HER HOME AND YOU ACT AS IF YOU OWN HER," Sherlock announced, but then he fell silent, lifting my brother to his feet and throwing him down on the floor. Sherlock throttled him, watching him change shades he leant in and whispered in his ear, being deadly serious," If you ever come near her again or try to take her funds or her body I will find you, I will hurt you and I will ensure you are six foot under before anybody knows you are gone. Also for good measure you will have a knock on your door tomorrow morning to ensure I am understood. The funds you owe Miss Hooper will be transferred from your account to hers in 3 hours, I expect all the funds to be there considering you are smuggling drugs into the country. If you tell anyone about this I will personally see to your 'removal'. If you ever contact her again I will not hesitate to kill you. I hope I am understood." Sherlock hissed, ignoring the body that tried to wriggle free beneath his grasp.

Suddenly Sherlock released him and Darren wheezed and struggled up and towards the door, he left as quickly as possible, considering his current state. Before I could say anything Sherlock was on the phone to Mycroft, arranging his plan of action and ensuring nobody could harm me. It was a bizarre notation, that Sherlock was talking about my protection. But still it was nice to know he cared . Noting he was still on the phone I walked into my bedroom, leaving the door open, knowing that Sherlock would follow soon enough.

Ten minutes later the sound of a large man padding towards my bedroom was the indication that Sherlock was about to walk in and we had to discuss what happened. The padding got closer until the soft click or the door roused me from the thoughts of impending doom. Sherlock joined me on the bed, pulling me close and wrapping an arm around my waist.

"Why?" I asked, curious about what he did what he did. He could have just left me, launched himself into his mind palace and been no more than a statue but he didn't. He is my protector, like I am his.

"Because Molly you do count. You are precious Molly, you are not ordinary, unlike your oeuf of a brother you are mildly intelligent and at least you can work your way round a dead body. Molly, where would I be if you weren't here?" He asked earnestly, letting all his walls crumble.

"Y...y...y...y...you w..wo..wou...would b..b..be d..d..d...d..d..d..dead." I replied, my stutter worse than ever.

"But I am not. You Molly Hooper are the single most important being in the universe. And you are My Pathologist."

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