In the two months that had passed Sherlock and Molly had made the perfect routine. They had seen each other almost every other night and on the nights they couldn't see each other they would spend all night texting each other, she found out years ago that Sherlock never used his phone to talk, only text. Molly worked most nights until after supper so the nights they spent together Sherlock made sure to bring take away and a bottle of red wine for them both to enjoy.

They had both worked hard to keep their private lives private and never let slip that they were seeing each other. When Mary wanted to see Molly she would always use the excuse that she had to stay late at the lab to work or that she had already made other plans. At first she had felt bad for blowing off Mary but all those bad troubling thoughts lost themselves in Sherlock's icy blue orbs.

Two months was all it took. She had fallen deep into the rabbit hole of love and felt herself falling deeper and deeper with every touch, every moan, every kiss. Her love for him gave the sun its power, it gave the stars its shine, it was brighter and stronger than any diamond out there. Her love for him pumped through her veins, his love gave her the oxygen in her lungs, her heart beat to the tune of Sherlock Holmes.

They found themselves at that particular night wrapped around each other in a tight embrace in front of Sherlock's fireplace. Sherlock plucked away absentmindedly at his violin while Molly lied quietly beside him. She had gotten off work an hour early and decided to surprise Sherlock and show up at his flat with a bottle of French wine and Chinese takeout.

When she first showed up Sherlock seemed rather taken aback and surprised to see her, he looked at her like he was the last person he expected to show up. Molly blamed herself, really she should have called or sent him a text to let him know she was coming over but she liked the idea of surprising him. There was something else off with him that night though. The circles under his eyes were darker and rounder, his face looked more sunken in, he looked like he hadn't eaten or slept in days. When she asked him about it he replied that he was working on a case and dropped it at that. She didn't question him further she knew that he was still trying to adjust to his new life, especially since John wasn't here to help him.

"What are you playing?" Molly asked quietly.

"Hmm, oh nothing really, just something that just popped up in my head last night." He answered.

"You're composing again?"

"It would appear so, why do you ask?"

Molly pushed herself up off the floor and sat cross legged in front of him. She gently took the violin from his lap and placed it gently on the chair beside him. She reached towards him and cupped his cheek with her hand. "You only compose when something's troubling you. Is it the case?"

Sherlock said nothing just stared deep into Molly's eyes. There had been many times that he had wanted to confess everything to her, he wanted her to hold him and take away the drugs that were slowly killing him away, he wanted her to tell him everything was going to be alright and that nothing bad will ever happen to him again. He wanted to tell her all about those three long horrible years but he himself couldn't face his own memories so why should be burden her with the thought?

"I'm fine, just tired." Was all he could manage to say.

She opened her mouth to say more but before she could Sherlock placed his lips roughly over hers to silence her. He clung to her tightly and desperately holding onto her like she was his lifeboat. He had long ago memorized the keys of her body, he played them for her like he was playing a melody. He knew what keys to play to produce certain reactions, he knew that kissing her collarbone and that spot beside her ear would produce a moan. He knew that his touches left her body humming with electricity, he knew the effect he had on her. And he knew the effect she had on him.

He can feel the drugs begin to slowly drip from his system but he can't take any more with Molly here, instead he decided to indulge in drug that is Molly Hooper.

She begins to unbutton his shirt but his hands stopped her and his words whispered in her ear that he wants to leave them on. His body feels cold so she blames it on that but she can't help the sadness she evokes upon herself, she wants desperately to feel his bare skin against her own, she wants him to claim her or mark her as his own but deep inside her she knows this is still all a fantasy and that she'll wake up soon with nothing but a heartache as a souvenir.

That night as she sleeps soundly in his bed, Sherlock sneaks out of 221B and into the dark alleyway. In the dark one of the younger boys from his homeless network hands him a dark brown mailing envelope then disappears into the shadows as quick as he came out.

He doesn't wait till he gets back to his flat, instead he pulls out the needle from his pocket, rolls up his sleeve and inject himself with no hesitation. He allows himself a few minutes alone with just himself and the drug, the feeling of euphoria fills him up and sends his body buzzing. Oh how he's missed this feeling and it had only been twenty three hours.

He walks back slowly to 221B letting the cold winter air bite at his skin, he likes the way the air feels in his lungs and the almost burning sensation on his skin. Winter had always been the favourite for both of the Holmes boys, perhaps it had been a foreshadowing for their future cold nature and bitterness that they had grown into. It was really a childish feud they had been fighting for years but deep inside himself Sherlock knew he would never forgive Mycroft for leaving him when he was only young. He had resented his brother the second he left for Uni, he knew that Mycroft had to continue in the long line of government workers that ran in the Holmes blood but Sherlock thought his brother was different, he thought he had a heart but the years he spent without him proved him wrong.

When he returned to the flat the drugs had began to fully take effect. His vision blurred, his heart raced, sweat poured out of his pores and his lungs ached for oxygen. He stumbled into the bedroom and collapsed onto the bed still fully clothed. The high wasn't as good when he was asleep but it was the best he could do with Molly still here, she didn't work till 3 tomorrow which meant she would most likely stay the morning which left him no other option than to shoot up at night.

He fell asleep at once into a dark dreamless sleep.

Molly woke up that morning at half past seven to the sound of footsteps climbing the stairs. She jumped up quickly and threw on Sherlock's blue dressing gown before stepping out into the sitting room.

"Really Sherlock you should clean up this place a bit it's a state or at least let me hire you a housekeeper-"

The eldest Holmes brother stopped midsentence once Molly came into view. She stood before him wearing nothing but his brothers dressing gown, her head of hair was all knotted up in the back and could use a good brushing but she was still beautiful.

"Hello Mycroft, how are you?" Molly asked breaking the uncomfortable silence.

"I'm fine Miss Hooper, thank you."

He wanted to ask what she was doing here at this hour and why she wasn't wearing any clothes when the puzzle finally clicked together. They were sleeping together, it was so obvious Mycroft mentally punched himself for not picking up on it earlier.

"I assume my baby brother is still asleep?"

"Oh um…yes he is still sleeping…he's been busy with a case hasn't slept in days, you know how he is."

Mycroft's eyebrow raised out of suspicion. "My brother doesn't have a case, Miss Hooper. DI Lestrade offered him one last week but he said he was taking a break from cases."

"But he told me the other night that he was working on one," Molly said shaking her head. "Sherlock said there was a murder and the police needed his help."

Mycroft stepped closer breaking the distance between them. "Miss Hooper I would not lie to you, you know you can trust me. Perhaps we should talk about this somewhere more private and perhaps with more…clothing."

Molly opened her mouth to reply but before she could a sharp pain hit her side causing to gasp out in pain. Mycroft seeing her discomfort quickly came to her side and helped her into Sherlock's chair.

"Are you alright, my dear?"

"I'm fine I just haven't eaten in awhile really I'm fine,"

Mycroft wanted to press the issue further but at that moment Sherlock emerged from the bedroom wearing what Mycroft could only imagine were two day old clothes. Anthea's weekly report on Sherlock had told Mycroft about Sherlock's weight loss but he never thought it had been this noticeable. He looked he hadn't eaten in weeks and his bones stuck out so much he was sure they would cut.

"Why so silent, Mycroft?" Sherlock asked. "Cat got your tongue or are you still working on that biscuit from this morning?"

"Funny brother, I just stopped by to see if you were interested in taking a case but Miss Hooper here has informed me you are already on one."

"It's Molly," Molly said quietly from the corner. "Mycroft please call me Molly really-"

"Shut up, Molly he knows your name," Sherlock interrupted.

At his little outburst Mycroft's jaw snapped open. "Sherlock!"

"It's fine," Molly spoke up, "really it's fine why should he change just because we're…"

"Anyways, Mycroft as ever your presence is dull and unneeded so good day to you. Try not to start a war on your way home."

Mycroft looked at Molly one last time before taking his leave. Sherlock made a mimicking face behind his brother and slumped away into the bathroom. Really she didn't know why she bothered with the two brothers, they were clearly damaged goods but they were also quite childish at times.

Molly opened her mouth to say something but the gurgling sound her stomach was making made her stop what she was about to do and make her clutch her side. When was the last time she had eaten? She got up from the chair and walked to the fridge, opening the fridge she realized why she hadn't eaten in days, there was another head in the fridge!

"Sherlock!" Molly yelled. "Get that bloody head out of the fridge and buy some food!"

So my last chapter got the most views out of all my other chapters I decided to thank you guys with another chapter so enjoy!

Hopefully I'll have the next one up soon!

-Lemon