"Imagine you're somewhere completely safe where you feel comfortable and calm. For a beginner, it's best that you choose somewhere you're familiar with like your bedroom or the morgue," the soothing voice said.

Molly Hooper sat with Sherlock Holmes in 221B Baker Street; both of them with their eyes closed. Sherlock was teaching Molly to use a mind palace and Molly was more than happy to do so with him.

"First, we're going to walk around the mind palace and just familiar ourselves with the layout of the room. You'll need to walk in a familiar path. For example, my first mind palace was of my bedroom and I started by walking from the right and continuing until I got back to the door. Choose a path that you feel comfortable with and then just continue to walk around. You don't need to know everything in the room, just the general shape and general things like a table or a chair. You can add things in as prompts to your memory later."

Molly stood in 221B Baker Street and walked through the lounge room. She saw the basic shape and the basic colour. She ran her right hand over the yellow smiley face painted on the wall and felt the bullet holes Sherlock had caused. She continued to walk around the room and brushed past the table and chairs. She entered the kitchen and walked past the basic, stripped room that did not contain any of Sherlock's experiments or gizmos that changed every day. She walked around the two rooms again a few more times before slowly opening her eyes.

She blinked a few times as she adjusted to the real light and looked over at Sherlock who looked peaceful and at ease. He had a very slight smile and his body was relaxed. Molly found herself watching him as he roamed around his mind palace. A few times, his facial expression switched so his forehead crinkled and his eyebrows furrowed. His eyes narrowed and his lips turned down. Throughout a few seconds, his face relaxed again. His eyes darted left and right, up and down as he scanned the room and investigated his memories.

"Would you like to add a memory?" Sherlock opened his eyes and blinked a few times before looking over at Molly who was a slight pink.

"Y-yeah, sure," she stuttered out, embarrassed to have been caught looking at Sherlock.

He narrowed his eyes at her before shaking his head slightly and closing his eyes again. "Alright, think of something you want to remember. It can be an event, a person, a date, anything. Right now, I'm going to look at some information I stored earlier on drowning. It's in my room marked 'forensics' and is represented by a bottle of water. You need to choose something that will link your thoughts back to that thing."

Molly looked around her mind palace and sighed. What was she going to add in? She decided she'd remember that look that Sherlock had just given her when he saw her blushing. She pictured him sitting in his armchair, looking at her with that look of mixed disgust and irritation; that look just before he shook his head. She felt her heart stop for a second as she looked at his face. That was the face that burned into her mind for a few minutes after the incidents occurred, after she blushed at him. Her heart dropped as her eyes remained on his face. She couldn't tear her eyes away and at the same time, it was killing her on the inside.

She snapped her eyes open and looked at Sherlock who seemed to be pawing through a few different places, scanning each and every item he possessed. He pulled faces at some and smiled at others while he ran around the mind palace.

Molly sent a silent thank you his way for teaching her about mind palaces and how to use them. She stood up as quietly as possible and the small pathologist snuck out of 221 Baker Street without making a noise. The detective was busy going through his room marked 'drowning' that contained nothing but different images of Molly Hooper's eyes. Every time he thought about them, he found himself drowning in the colour and getting lost.

Those eyes and that blush when he found her looking at him: urgh! It was cute little faces like those that made Sherlock Holmes want to snog that woman. Of course, he'd never do so. How could he do something that would drive Molly's desire for him crazy? How could he do that to her? How could he put himself through the social expectations of continuing something with Molly when, to be frank, the only thing he benefited from having her around was access to the morgue and the lab? No, Molly could never know what she did to him and never know that he was desperate to press his lips against hers, even if it was once and even for the fleeting of seconds.

He opened his eyes and looked beside him, expecting (hoping) he'd see her blushing at him with that adorable, I mean, mundane face. Instead, he was greeted with a blank space. Oh. That was not at all what he had been expecting. He was hoping to see Molly planting a memory in her mind palace or to see her watching him.

Instead, she was at home, listening to a sad playlist on her iPod and contemplating writing AU's about her and Sherlock falling in love. Of course, knowing him, he'd find it minutes before he even walked into her apartment. He'd sniff them out and try and get them lying around so that anyone could read it. What a dick.

Both Sherlock and Molly leaned their heads back against their armchair and sighed. Both thought of the other and how Molly had left without a word. Both thought about how they wished they were together and both fell asleep in their mind palaces, looking at the image of the other they had burned into their memory.

I hope you enjoyed it. Please remember that I'm taking requests and prompts. I don't know how I come up with this, it honestly is very hard, hence why I did the 30 day challenge with a set list.

PLEASE have mercy on my poor, twisted soul and send me some prompts! I'll even dedicate the chapter to you!

Also, I'm now a Beta. I'll just give that a few minutes to sink in.

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