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Envy
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Envy: n. /ˈenvē/ 1. A feeling of discontented or resentful longing aroused by someone else's possessions, qualities, or luck.
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He stood there, just watching as two different people from his life interacted. It wasn't just the fact that they were speaking so casually. No, it was the way John raised his eyebrows as he responded to her. 'Overly working to show supreme interest. Boy-like grin, showing sunny and laid-back personality traits. He's putting the moves on her!' Sherlock had long since memorized the distinct ways in which John would engage in conversation with women. The sight before him angered him for two reasons. One, of course, was that John was supposed to be with one Mary Morstan, happily at that. Sherlock didn't mind her presence, she had even proven to be clever and helpful at times. The second, and much more important reason he was so put out, was because Molly Hooper was supposed to be head over heels for him. He simply couldn't have her vying for the affections of another man. It would be the change in their professional relationship.
She would move on, and therefore, become more confident in herself. Which, in turn, meant less leniency in the lab, which meant more boredom and taking to ruining Mrs. Hudson's flat. Which led to an angry John, and that would no doubt, get back to Molly. (Should this situation play out.) An uncooperative Molly meant he'd be out of work, completely. She was the only pathologist in three hospitals that would work with him. If he lost her, he'd have no way of taking cases, and would have to rely on...'No. Oh, no, no, no!' Sherlock's mind followed the potential events quickly. The several stems all branched back to one final and driving point.
"I'd have to work for Mycroft."He thought aloud, with a shudder. He looked up again, to discover both Molly and John looking at him with concern.
"Are you okay, mate?" John asked slowly. He shook his head to gather his reserve once more, before a neat little idea came to light. He snatched the cup of coffee from Molly's hand, and chugged it down in one quick, scalding go. He then turned to the woman, and bowed a bit.
"Molly, thanks for the coffee. Come along, John. We've got work to do." Sherlock walked away immediately, leaving his flatmate to scramble for his things to leave.
"Right, well, I'll have Mary tell you when we're both free for that dinner. See ya, Molly." John said with a quick smile. Molly smiled and laughed as the doctor chased after the detective through the cafeteria doors.
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The cab ride back to Baker Street was tensely silent. John looked to Sherlock, only to catch a sinister glare out the window.
"Are you alright? You've been a bit...odd, lately." The doctor hazarded the use of the word, wondering just how it would sound in reference to the already peculiar Sherlock Holmes.
"Fine." Came the short response. John sighed, before deciding to switch topics.
"Um, listen...Molly's coming round for supper, probably tomorrow..." He was cut off by a scoff.
"Yes, I saw your little chummy exchange. Didn't take you for the cheating type, Dr. Watson. You can't just use your charms on everyone and hog all the attention to yourself." Sherlock bit out, refusing to look at the man beside him. John's mouth fell open in confusion.
"Hang on...what? I'm not cheati...nobody is cheating. Mary knows about it!" He defended his honor, as well as his girlfriend's. He didn't understand why he shouldn't be able to have a nice dinner with his partner and her friend, which happened to be his friend as well.
"Really? Well then, I stand corrected. It seems I've definitely underestimated you lot. Apparently you can hog all the attention and affection of others to yourself." The stoic man's voice was cruel, tearing 'something' apart with its sardonic and icy tone.
"Well, I don't know why you're acting all upset. You're invited too. We figured you'd be jealous to not be the center of attention. Quite obviously so. My God, if you aren't the apple of everyone's eye, you go a bit mad, don't you?" Sherlock's eyes widened. He then went to argue, when they pulled up to 221. The two men left the cab, and walked up the stairs to their flat. Sherlock strode directly to the sofa with the missing cushions. He had toed off his shoes,and taken off his suit jacket in order to feel more comfortable. John had watched him as he made the best use of their collection of pillows, and finally plopped himself down onto it. His concern grew for the usually tireless man.
"Sherlock?"
"Quiet, John. I need to think." Sherlock snapped, his eyes closing almost immediately. The blogger sighed, before walking to his desk, and flipping open his laptop screen. Not even a full ten minutes later, John could just make out the sound of a light snoring. He looked up in surprise, to find his friend peacefully and dozing on the makeshift sofa. 'I wonder if he's come down sick. I've never seen him sleep so much.' He thought to himself. Taking a quiet leave for his bedroom, John missed witnessing the odd and rare sight of Sherlock Holmes...talking in his sleep.
"Mmmmolly...Mmmmine."
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lol...so, there ya go. Another one bites the dust...and he bit it HARD. Lol...see you all next time, my loverlies. Hope you enjoyed this chapter...let me know, yes?