Well that took longer than expected, I do apologize! I've had writers block for almost a month and it only just lifted a few day's ago, and I've been busy with my YouTube channel so I'm sorry for the wait. Also this hasn't been prof read because I'm really lazy but I don't think it's to bad, point anything out if it's there!

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Sherlock sat in his chair wrapped in his bed sheets, nursing a cup of hot sweet tea. Molly sat in John's Chair with a book on her lap, she was sitting upright and had her legs crossed where as Sherlock was hunched over with his legs drown up to his chest. To put it simply Sherlock Holmes felt like shit and wasn't very happy about it. He could feel something in his head that he had never felt before, like a new voice, a new part of him. He didn't like it. All his senses were out, not making any sense to him and constantly changing. Molly shifted in her seat and looked up at Sherlock.

"There are laws we have to follow now Sherlock." She told him. "Things that we have to do, and there are things you need to know about wolves." Molly said to Sherlock who looked up from his tea.

"Well?" Sherlock asked and hinted for Molly to go on.

"Pretty much every myth and legend about us isn't true, we do have to shift on a full moon but don't lose control. Yes we have stronger senses then we used to but we can't read minds or move things without touching them. Killing the wolf that turned you won't cure you, there is no cure. We don't live forever or never age. Nothing really noticeable will change about you apart from your canine teeth which will be more like that of a wolf, and your eyes may change golden if you get emotional. Other than that as long as you stay in control everything should stay the same." Molly said and watched Sherlock take this all in.

"There's a 'but' isn't there?" Sherlock said.

"Yes." Molly sighed and sat back into the chair. "You can't lose control of your temper, your wolf doesn't need a full moon to surface and believe me if you're not in control things can get very messy." Molly sighed through a shaky breath, she ran her hand through her mousey her. It was longer then Sherlock expected when it wasn't tied up, he decided he liked it better that way.

"On full moons your wolf will surface and you'll shift, most of us look like timber wolves but it depends on who turned you and your genetics. The government have known about wolves since the 60's and have passed laws to protect us, but they have to know about you. There are centres that we have to go to once every six months, it's like an evaluation of sorts, makes sure your safe to be in public on a full moon, if you're not then you have to stay at the centre on full moons until your deemed safe." Molly sat still for a moment, thinking of what next to say, she moved in her seat and began to talk again. "In a few days when you don't feel so ill I'll take you to the centre I use, they'll decide if you're safe or not, I expect you will be." Molly sat back in the chair and opened the book, flicking to a page and handing it to Sherlock. "These are the laws put in place for us to follow as well as all of the normal ones, I suggest you learn them, some of them are quite useful, like the one that gets you out of speeding tickets if it's a full moon or you can prove you were being chased by hunters."

"Hunters?" Sherlock questioned, looking at Molly, everything else seemed perfectly reasonable but hunter?

"They'll only really hunt you if you've gone on a killing spree, but some are more 'kill it because of what it is, not who', I've never been at the receiving end but I expect you will be, no offence." Molly blushed and tried her best you look apologetic.

"None taken." Sherlock sighed and closed his eyes for a few seconds, then when he opened them he was laying on the sofa covered in a blanked, he looked at the clock to see that it was 2 o'clock, and as molly had arrived at Baker's Street at 2:30 Sherlock came to the conclusion that it must be AM, not PM. He rolled off the sofa and trudged through to the kitchen where he saw a cooking dish filled with what looked like lasagne; he pulled himself from the door frame and walked over to it. Upon the pasta dish was a note that simple read. "Eat this!" in Molly's hand writing.

After reheating and then eating some of the lasagne Sherlock found that he had actually been rather hungry. His body still protested whenever he moved and his normally fast mind was unbearably slow. After half an hour of failing to think he gave up and give in to his transport, moving to his bed and promptly falling into a deep and pleasant sleep.

The next few days were much in the same, moping around the flat and feeling sorry for himself. But on the third day he felt considerably better and decided that it might be a good time to call Molly and go to the centre thingy. He'd almost got used to the foreign body in his mind but it was very irritating to say the least, and he wasn't too pleased with his new teeth as he kept biting his tongue and cheeks whenever he ate; which he found he had to do much more often than before.

So Sherlock called Molly who arrived at 221B 20 minutes later, she drove him to the centre and walked in with him.

"How was it exactly that you came to know of all this?" Sherlock asked Molly as they walked from the car park.

"I was found after I was attacked, someone took me here." She said simply.

"Oh." Was Sherlock's only response. They walked up to the building that for all pretences looked like a Doctors surgery. Molly walked through the door and Sherlock followed, he noted the different sights and smells and then followed Molly to the main desk, this place really did look like a surgery.

"How can I help you?" The receptionist asked, Sherlock noted that she was human and felt uncomfortable working there.

"Sherlock Holmes would like to be seen by Doctor Kenyon." Molly said to the woman and she typed a few things down onto her iMac and looked back up.

"If you could sit down she'll see you in 10 minutes." She said with a smile, Molly nodded a thanks and walked over to the few seats that we on the other side of the room, Sherlock followed after nodding his own thanks to the woman. After a few minutes of silence Sherlock spoke up.

"So what exactly does this evaluation consist of?" He ask Molly who looked up from the magazine she was reading.

"Mostly just questions." She said honestly. "general health check and all, you'll be fine." She sighed and returned to her magazine, Sherlock on the other hand took it open himself to deduce everyone in the room, although that only took him 3 minutes 43 seconds so he was soon bored. Sherlock let his thoughts wonder and soon he found them focused on Molly, he couldn't pull his thoughts away from how utterly beautiful her eyes were. He was only pulled from that train of thought when he heard his name being called, he looked up to see a Doctor, who to be quite honest looked exactly as you would again a female John Watson. Sherlock looked at Molly for a moment and then got up.

"If you could come this way please, Mr Holmes." Dr Kenyon said pleasantly. Sherlock did and ended up in a office, it looked just like any Doctors office, apart from the pictures of wolves and the gun hidden under her desk.

"So, how are you feeling Mr Holmes, or can I call you Sherlock?" She asked him and waved a hand for him to sit down as she did.

With a sigh Sherlock spoke. "Fine apart from my senses." Sherlock replied honestly. "And I proffer Sherlock."

"Ok then Sherlock, where exactly were you bitten?" The Doctor asked and leaned back in her chair as she relaxed.

"My left leg, I presume you wish to examine to scaring." Sherlock said in his baritone voice.

"Yes, indeed I would, if you could lay down on the bed, please." She said and waved a hand towards to the examining bed with the thin paper covering it. Sherlock did as asked and lay down on the bed, rolling up his trouser leg to revel his leg and scar. Dr Kenyon looked at the scaring, pressing down in certain placed and asking if it hurt, which it didn't. Dr Kenyon then wrote a few things down on the iMac and waited for Sherlock to sit back down in the chair. She looked back up from the screen and spoke to Sherlock.

"Well the scar seems to be fine, I have a few more questions for you and I just need to check your general health and then your free to go." She said pleasantly and sat back in her chair. "First of all Sherlock, when you were bitten what did you do after wards, did you call anyone or go to anyone for help?"

"No, I just went back to the flat and put a dressing on the bite, then went to bed." Sherlock sighed.

"And when you woke up the next day?" Dr Kenyon questioned.

"I called my friend, Dr Watson, then went to Bart's to see Dr Hooper." Sherlock informed her.

"Ah, Molly oH JHhfsbhbgvghvhguv H hfhhffgjgfjgfhhgfhgfhghhggfddvghggyg

poor thing, it took her over a year to accept what she was, I find that it's always the case with doctors and scientists." She sighed. "And what did you say to Dr Watson?"

"Just what had happened, he has no idea of the existence of supernatural beings if that is why you're asking." Sherlock assured the doctor who gave him a thankful smile.

"Ok then Sherlock, good, well I don't think I'll need to ask you any more questions, so I think it's time for the health check." She said simply.

Ten minutes and a very dull questionnaire later Sherlock was deemed safe for the public and allowed to leave.

"Oh, hang on Sherlock, I forgot something!" Dr Kenyon called after him as he walked down the hallway. He turned around to face her.

"I forgot to say, I advise most of my patients to spend their first few full moons at the centre, just so they can get used to it in a safe environment." She breathed, slightly out of breath from the short run from her office.

"Thank you for the advice, Doctor, I'll take it into consideration." Sherlock smiled and continued his way down the hallway and to Molly.

"So?" Molly asked expectantly as she stood up to greet Sherlock.

"Apparently I won't go around killing innocents once a month." He smiled and received a warm chuckle from Molly, he smiled again as he felt a pleasant warmth in his chest that he wasn't accustom to.

"Well I think we should celebrate." Molly smiled and made for the door, Sherlock following close behind.

"I agree, Chinese food?" He asked and Molly nodded. "Good, I know a really-" But Sherlock was cut off by a soft giggle from Molly. "What?" He asked, giving his not good? face.

"No Sherlock, it's just that you, well I don't know how to explain it." She giggled and looked up at Sherlock, who felt that same warmth in his chest again.

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Ooooooooooooooooooow Sherlock what is that feeling in your chest, might it be love maybe? Reviews will make me write more and keep the writers block away, it's fact!