"Mooooollllllyyyyyy," a soft voice sang. She groaned and sank deeper into her mattress.

"Go 'way," she mumbled, still asleep.

"Mooooollllllyyyyyy," it sang at her again. "Time to waaaaake uuuuuuup."

"Go. 'Way."

"You'll be late for work, Molls."

"Jim, c'mon-" She stopped. This wasn't Jim from IT Jim, this was Moriarty, in her flat, in her bedroom, waking her up-

He didn't even have a key!

She sat up quickly and then sprayed him in the eyes with the pepper spray she always kept under her pillow, in case of midnight intruders or crazed psychopaths. He screamed and jumped up, tears streaming down his face.

"Holy shit! Jesus, I wasn't going to kill you, Molly!" He rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands, still unable to see clearly.

"You're in my bedroom. I didn't even give you a key! Get out before I call the police!"

"Jesus- I can't fucking see!"

"You deserve it. Door is directly behind you, visit again and I swear to God it'll be worse than this."

"I made you breakfast," he grumbled. "And Toby let me in."

"Toby bit you the last time you came here. Get the hell out!" She pointed toward the door and he stumbled in that general direction, but ended up hitting the wall due to his lack of sight.

"I still can't see where I'm going-"

"Out of here and then straight to hell, quite obvious."

"Ha ha. Very funny. But I am unfortunately stuck in this hideously decorated flat until my sight is regained, thanks to you, Molls."

"My name is Molly, and you're not stuck here. Goodbye." She climbed out of bed and shoved him out of her room. He regained his balance just in time to not go tumbling down the stairs. He was still rubbing his eyes furiously and he looked pretty pathetic, so Molly sighed and grabbed him by his elbow, leading him slowly down the stairs. She had a hard time not helping people, even now that she was the new Molly and even though this was Jim Moriarty.

"Sit down and shut up." She pushed him onto one of the kitchen chairs and got a rag, soaking it with cold water.

"I thought you wanted me to leave-"

"One more word and I swear to God I'll duct tape your mouth shut," she snapped. He gave a two-fingered mock salute as she turned around. She gently dabbed at his eyes with the rag, trying to get it out. His eyes were pretty red and he grimaced every time she touched his face. She threw the rag on her counter and got some saline drops, then tilted his head backward.

"Open your eyes," she commanded. He did, but he couldn't stop blinking. "Seriously, keep them open."

"I'm trying-"

"Shut. Up." He widened his eyes dramatically and she took the opportunity to put the drops in his eyes. The stinging sensation slowly faded.

"Thanks, Molly. You're a real sweetheart, kind enough to help me after you've pepper sprayed me. Why do you even have pepper spray?"

"In case someone tries to kill me in the middle of the night, or my crazy ex-boyfriend breaks into my flat and watches me sleep for God knows how long."

"Only a few minutes. I've got better things to do than watch you sleep."

"Good to know. You can leave, now."

"Not without what I came for." He walked over to her, hands in pockets, and her heart hammered loudly behind her sternum. He was going to finally kill her, she was sure of it-

His lips met hers and his hand cupped her cheek gently as he kissed her. She was too stunned to move, and by the time her senses finally screamed to move away, he'd already ended it. He winked at her before walking away, and it was only after she'd been standing in the same spot for at least five minutes that she realized the gum in her mouth wasn't hers.

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