Give His Heart a Break.
Authors Note: I haven't much to say. I'm enjoying reading your reviews. They are so wonderful to receive. I hope you enjoy this chapter and review. Thanks. :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock.
Chapter Five: The Friend vs. The Pathologist.
Sherlock was not a fan of this.
He wasn't a fan of much.
But this, he hated.
Two months had passed since Molly and John had begun… dating.
He thought after the disastrous first date they would have realised what he knew.
They hadn't.
Molly ignored his every try at explaining to her that an ending between her and John was inevitable.
He sighed.
They were on a date now.
It had become a routine.
They went out four days out of seven.
Monday, Wednesday, Friday and Saturday.
Monday was always a lunch date, one until two.
Wednesday was always a trip to the cinema.
John was being cheap.
Orange Wednesdays.
Friday was always a dinner date at any restaurant that was reasonably priced.
Saturday. Saturday was spent at Baker Street… all day and all night.
It irritated Sherlock.
He wasn't quite sure why it irritated him.
It just did.
Irritated him to the extent that he wanted to punch John in the face.
That then irritated him more.
John was his best friend.
Sherlock didn't do friends.
John was the exception to that rule.
So, why did he want to hurt him?
He sighed and unnoticeably furrowed his brow.
It was a case he had yet to solve.
It was Wednesday date night, tonight.
John and Molly were at the cinema.
Sherlock assumed they had gone to see Warhorse.
Sherlock scoffed.
He was no genius when it came to dating but when one went on a date were they not supposed to take the said date to a… romantic genre film?
At least it wasn't a Saturday.
Molly would be coming home tonight.
Vaguely, he wondered if she did not have work the next day would she be.
The answer to that question put him on edge.
He willed himself to push John's face out of his mind.
His thoughts on what he would do to him right now weren't so pleasant.
He stood from his knees-to-chin position on Molly's single chair and began to pace.
His mind beginning to unravel the case at hand.
He had had enough.
He needed to know why he felt like punching John's face lately.
When had it begun?
He stopped pacing.
He sat down on the coffee table and crossed his legs.
He centred his focus and began digging in to the depths of his mind palace.
He could recall the very first evening it had happened.
It was the first night Molly had stayed over at 221B.
Sherlock had been waiting up for Molly.
It had gone one in the morning.
She wasn't home.
He had felt on edge.
Then his phone had buzzed.
He'd quickly opened the message.
Staying at John's. Forgot to text. Sorry. –MH.
He had frowned, noticeable.
John's?
He lived there, too.
Molly had forgotten.
He had felt strange.
It was almost like for the first time he was realising he was dead to the world.
It appeared he was to Molly, also.
He had blamed John for that.
He had wanted to punch him right then and there.
First clue: Loneliness.
When was the next time he had wanted to punch John?
He began shuffling through his memories.
It had occurred a week after the first.
Molly had returned home from… John's.
He noticed it straight away.
Her hair wasn't just bed hair.
It was sex hair.
That could only mean one thing.
John and Molly had participated in sexual intercourse with one another.
He doubted Molly had found herself another to have sexual intercourse with.
He remembered it clear as day.
His fists had begun flexing beside his legs.
He hadn't understood why.
He had ignored it and left the room.
Second clue: Molly.
Sherlock's eyebrows raised on top of his head.
Where had that come from?
Why had he thought Molly was a clue to this case?
She was involved in both incidences.
But that was merely coincidence.
Was it not?
He searched even further in to his memories.
When else had this peculiar behaviour happened?
When John had tried to have sex with Molly at her flat.
When Molly had cooked John a badly prepared dinner.
Whenever Molly sung those ridiculous love songs in the shower.
When Sherlock had found Molly looking online for John's Christmas present.
Christmas was three months away!
She hadn't even spent that long on his the year before.
Sherlock put his fist to his mouth and frowned, a truly noticeable frown.
All incidences included Molly.
What on earth could that possibly mean?
How on earth was that a clue?
She was just… Molly Hooper.
Boring, Molly Hooper.
St. Bart's, Molly Hooper.
Not special, Molly Hooper.
Sometimes pretty, Molly Hooper.
The one that counted, Molly Hooper.
The one that meant something, Molly Hooper.
Sherlock stilled.
Meant something?
What the hell did that actually mean?
Sherlock laughed at himself.
The Great Sherlock Holmes and he couldn't even understand basic terms.
He stood from the table and began to pace.
Surely it couldn't?
Or could it?
His mind slipped back to the night Molly had told him about John asking her on a date.
What had his reaction been?
He had thought of Molly as being his, his pathologist.
The night of the date, what had happened to him?
He stilled once again.
The night of John and Molly's date, he hadn't even been concerned with John being in the flat.
He had been concerned with Molly leaving the flat to be with John.
He gulped.
Sherlock Holmes did not gulp.
What was this?
Molly had gotten food poisoning after her date with John.
He had nursed her back to health.
He hadn't even realised.
When John had first made the awful mistake of ordering the Chicken Tikka, Sherlock had simply gazed at him and spoke three words: "told you so."
Why had he helped Molly get better?
John was his best friend.
Molly was his pathologist.
He was no genius in this department but he was aware of the fact friends came before pathologists.
Did he subconsciously class Molly as a friend?
It was possible.
He had been living with her.
She wasn't as… annoying as she once was.
But she was still irritating.
Especially when she didn't return home on Saturday nights.
He began to pace again.
Why did that irritate him so much?
Was it because he knew what they were doing on those Saturday nights?
He frowned for what felt like the seventieth time tonight.
For that to bother him would it not mean he would have to like Molly in that… sense.
He emitted a small groan.
That wasn't possible!
That absolutely was not possible!
He sat down on the coffee table again.
He wanted a fag.
He seemed to want them more and more often lately.
Why was that?
He knew not.
He didn't care.
He was too busy to think about that.
He needed to solve this case before that one.
Did he like Molly?
Absolutely not.
He shook his head, to himself.
Perhaps not.
But.
Did he care for Molly… even in the smallest sense?
It was possible.
It was likely.
If so, that meant he had to look out for her.
Didn't it?
Isn't that what one is supposed to do when they care about someone?
He thought so.
Then it was decided.
He needed to look out for Molly.
John was bad for Molly.
He knew what they seemed to be blind to.
It was inevitable really.
They were going to end.
It wouldn't hurt if he gave them a little push in the direction.
Help them both ease out before either could get hurt.
John was his best friend after all.
He wanted to help him, too.
He stood from the coffee table.
That went quite successfully.
He stared ahead blankly.
He was no longer craving a fag.
Was it to do with Molly?
Or maybe it was to do with John?
Either was possible.
He walked towards the dining table where his microscope was sat.
It was settled then.
He'd begin crafting his plan tonight and set it in action tomorrow.
John and Molly, like he kept repeating, a separation was inevitable.
That was why he must do this.
Well, that's what he kept telling himself, anyways.
Authors Note: That did not turn out how I expected it. But, I am happy with the chapter. I may have to change some of my plan around now. He was going to realise a little more than he did. However, that felt unnatural to me and so all Sherlock has discovered is that he cares. I hope you enjoyed it! It was so much fun to write. Even though I know what's going to happen, each chapter is a journey to me and I feel everything Sherlock does. It's simply amazing. Perhaps, I'll update tonight, again. I'm sure you are all going to love Sherlock's plan. ;)
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