Hello, this is the Queen speaking.
This one is gonna be a shorter chapter then the previous ones but that's only because this is more ... setting up for the bigger plot in the next few chapters.
I promised Molly again and I'm kind of delivering ... You'll see what I mean.
Disclaimer: I only own Marc and my own sick, twisted mind.
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Sebastian watched Dr Hooper from across the table. It was safe to say that this new task James set him was definitely not his usual method. Seb was used to sitting perched at a high window, or on a roof, not sitting in a chair, at a restaurant, across from a woman. Hooper was at least tolerable, her job intrigued him and ... surprised him. Of course James had told him what she did, but when he was actually faced with the woman, she hardly seemed like the one to cut up rotting flesh and rip apart broken bones. She was sweet, cute. Weak. Seb found himself turning back to her job as a way to rid himself of the seemingly endless boredom that conversations with her consisted of.
He had had to convince her that Sherlock had been wrong ( which was quite hard considering the pathetic woman's belief in the man) then had to put up with 'dating ' her for five months, nearly six. Seb was practically counting down the days till he could kill the bitch. And he'd have fun doing it too.
Hooper was talking about one of her friends, Meena, and Seb was pretending to be interested. Whilst she was blabbing on about the Nurse's social life, Seb caught a glimpse of a pair of eyes watching them. For a moment Seb smiled internally but then stopped himself when he realized the eyes were a light brown and not a bright blue.
He and Hopper finished their meals and headed back to her flat. It had become a sort of routine for them, they would go out and do something, whether it was eating food or a different mundane activity, and then they would head back to her flat for a glass of wine and a bit of ' telly '.
Hooper was talking again but he had blocked it out, those brown eyes had been bothering him since they left the restaurant. Maybe the boffin detective had opted for contact lenses and came to watch them himself, or maybe it was someone else that he sent. Or maybe-
"Seb? Are you okay there, sweetie?" A different pare of Brown eyes were looking up at him, these once larger and richer in colour.
"Of course. Why do you ask?" Sebastian was having a little fun at least, practicing his English accent instead of just using his real American one, but every now and then when she pulled him out of deep thought he would slip back to his original. Luckily Hopper seemed to think of it as some what of a nervous tick he had when hiding a secret. Idiot woman.
"Well, your eyes were sort of ... glazed over and you were walking faster then usual. Are you sure you're fine?" She placed a soothing hand against his upper arm.
She was pretty he supposed. In a strange elvish way. And kind. Maybe the pair of eyes had been a jealous ex-boyfriend, and if her file was anything to go by, he had alot of options to choose form when deciding which one.
Her flat was small but homely. The one thing that didn't seem welcoming in the flat was her small tabby cat that loathed Sebastian with a raging passion. Every time Seb walked into the same room as the beast it would either stare him down with hatred in it's eyes, or full on attacked him, claws teeth and all.
"What are you feeling tonight?" Molly called from the kitchen, "Red and a movie, Rose and some crap reality show or White and and episode of ... whatever."
Seb pondered for a moment then answered, "Hmm, ... White." He didn't want to spend to much time there and with that he had the option of choosing a short show.
"White it is." She poured the glasses and settled on the sofa. Seb walked over to the small TV in the corner and switched it on, silently praying yet again that James would move the plans on farther, and quickly.
He settled down to the woman and put an arm around her. She stiffened. She always did that when he touched her. He had never been violent towards her and he knew that none of her previous boyfriends had been particularly abusive, if he discounted mentally. Maybe Hooper's subconscious was smarter then har conscious mind.
They settled on a sappy drama and sipped their drinks.
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Sherlock was pacing the floors of the hotel room. Marc had gone out to see if he could gather any information on how Molly was doing. He hadn't heard back form him in over an hour and was starting to ware holes into the floor boards as he walked. Sherlock was on the verge of barrelling out of the room and down into the streets to find his handler when the door handle twisted and in stepped the man himself.
"Well!" Sherlock demanded, "How is she?"
"She is fine. The man she was with saw me briefly, but I hid myself after I had seen that I was caught. He is now at her flat, with her. After they stepped into her building all I could do was try and catch a glimps of them from her windows from out side the building." Marc said briefly.
"Alright."
"What, the situation or my English. I have been trying to get better but I have been told I punctuate to much but-" Sherlock glared at him coldly. "Alright."
Marc walked over to Sherlock, placing a hand on his shoulder. "My friend, you loved one will be fine. You are here now, you will be able to watch over her, like an angel."
"I'm no angel."
"Well, I beg to differ, Mr Holmes." Sherlock looked up into Marc's eyes, disbelief written plainly across his face.
"Really, because I am more a Demon then a Saint."
"Then you forget that despite popular belief, The Devil himself was an angel once. You are an angel to those you help Sherlock, a Guardian Angel to those who need help. And right now, your Molly needs help. Even if you don't think yourself an angel, at least act like one for her."
Sherlock looked up up at him. As he did he took time to study the man closer. Blonde hair, but with hardly noticeable grey streaks. Bright brown eyes that seemed older than he knew they actually were.
When Sherlock didn't say anything for a while, but was studying him with such intent, Marc started to grow nervous. "Did that not make sense? Did I have bad English? No ... did I have bad Grammar. Yes that is better ... would you like me to try and say it again."
Sherlock stood up quickly, knocking Marc back a few steps. "No that isn't needed Marc, but thank you." He walked over to the dresser and grabbed his phone of the top, the proceeded to stroll out the room. Marc chased after him.
"Sherlock!" Marc hissed 'quietly '. "Where are you going?"
"To get John Watson."
Marc's heart skipped a beat and he raced forward grabbing Sherlock's arm. Sherlock tryed to shake him of and keep going but couldn't quite manage it.
"You can not. At least not yet. You must wait for the signal from your brother. It must be safe for both of you, and at the moment it isn't safe for either of you!"
Sherlock whirled around. "Then how am I supposed to help Molly?" He asked angrily.
"With caution and care. There is no use saving her from this Sebastian Moran only for her to be endangered by another of Moriarty's people."
Sherlock stopped and considered Marc's words for a moment, then stopped and considered his own choices. Marc was right, as much as he hated to admit it, there was no sense is saving Molly only for her to be in danger again quickly after.
Without saying a word he stomped back into the hotel room.
"It is like taking care of a child." Marc said.
"Marc! I need assistance! Maaarc!" Sherlock whined and Marc rolled his eyes in exasperation.
"Pourquoi dois-je m'occuper de cet homme? S'il ne reçoit pas son chemin, il se heurte, si je lui laisse tomber son chemin, il se met en danger. Il n'y a pas de gain!" Marc muttered to himself.
"I'm NOT a MAN-CHILD!" Sherlock complained from inside the room.
Marc rolled his eyes, "À quoi suis-je entré?"
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I know, I know, this one is pretty short but think of it this way, if this one is short, that must mean there is more coming later on! For those of you that are a little confused, Marc if from Brussels in Belgium, where they speak both French and Flemish, I decided on French for Marc.
Come back next week for the next chapter.
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