Author's note : Hello everyone :) here is the next chapter ! The next one might be a little longer to come because I have A LOT of work with my coming exhibition (yay !) All in all, enjoy the reading ^^ Hope you'll appreciate this chapter :3
Molly ran through the different stairs of Saint Barth's, her moves a bit mechanical because of her laboratory shirt. She had in her hands the result of the analysis of Sherlock after he's been shot. When she learned about that, she didn't cry, she wasn't the type to cry. She was a strong woman. When she saw the analysis were good, she felt a bit relieved in her worry. And she knew her strength was helping Sherlock. She finally arrived in front of his hospital door. But as she was ready to knock and see the doctor in charge of him, a hand stopped her arm.
« - Let me see him before, the surgeon is at the nursery. » said a voice Molly knew from somewhere.
She turned and saw Mary' Bride's Maid, Janine. Molly smiled and asked :
« - Oh you're Janine from John and Mary's wedding, right ? What..what are doing here ?
- And you should be Molly Hooper, the pathologist ! she smiled back. I was wondering the same question…
- Oh hum, said Molly, I came to see the surgeon, I have Sherlock's analysis and…
- As I told you he is at the nursery, answered Janine. He gave me special authorization to see Sherlock waking up, and it should be in a minute, so if I may ? »
Molly walked backwards from the door and let Janine in.
« - B..but, she stuttered curiously. Why you ?
- Because I'm his girlfriend ! answered Janine. Well…considering the facts…ex-girlfriend. »
Then she closed the door on her, leaving a completely livid Molly. So that's what he was planning during the wedding, seducing Janine to have access to…something which made her precious to his eyes. He used her as he used herself. Molly turned her heels and walked to the nursery to give the analysis to the surgeon. She was thinking…Sherlock will certainly want to get out of the hospital sooner to stop the person who shot him, so he will need her help. And this time, he won't need to seduce her or even to ask her. She waited discreetly that Janine went out and waited to hear the first signs of Sherlock's attempt to run away. She rushed into his room. Sherlock was dressing up with his bloody clothes when he noticed someone entered his room.
« - Molly…, he said intrigued.
- Shut up and take this ! she said handing him some syringes.
- Morphine ? he asked astonished.
- You'll need it, believe me. Now put this on ! she through him a lab coat.
- Wait…what are you doing ? he asked executing Molly's orders.
- If you didn't want to talk about your aggressor, explained Molly in a low voice, it's wether you don't know him, wether you wanna protect him. And I come into your room seeing you ready to live… That confirms the hypothesis that you wanna protect him. »
Sherlock looked at her, amazed by her deduction skills. Molly took a syringe and injected some morphine into Sherlock's arm. He gave her an interrogative look.
« - You should suffer a lot from your wound…I would feel guilty if I hurt you more.
- Wait…what ? »
She didn't answer, but slapped him hard on the cheek one more time. She pointed an accusing finger on him
« - THIS was for using Janine, making her believe she was actually your girlfriend. I know there was a goal to that, but believe me, you should stop manipulating people, because it HURTS !You should know how it hurts, now, when we are betrayed, without it you wouldn't search to protect the one who almost killed you. »
Sherlock didn't know what to do, so he nodded seriously and put on the lab coat.
« - Now, you follow me and keep your head down.
- Molly, he asked stepping closer to her. Tell me, why do you do that ?
- Isn't that obvious ? she answered, a bit shy.
- Molly I…, said Sherlock in a sorry tone.
- I told you once there were a thousand ways to love…. Molly answered. I found mine to love you. So now you just have to find yours…if you want of course, if you, well, if you… »
Sherlock sighed and turned his heels to the window he opened fully. He turned again to Molly who was observing his movements with interrogations. He stepped closer to her, put a hand behind her head and pulled her closer than ever, pressing his lips against hers. The kiss deepened, and Molly ran her fingers trough his dark curly hair, before they broke apart, breathing hard.
« - Is it a sort of « thank you » again ? she said, looking straight in his eyes.
- No, he said with his baritone voice. I mean it. But Molly, don't misunderstand me. I'm a high functioning sociopath, I don't love as everyone.
- I know, smiled Molly. I know you're the perfect arsehole in the world, but we will talk about this later, okay ? We run out of time to get you out of here. »
Sherlock nodded, and they both walked out of the room, Sherlock walking hardly, but it was still okay, morphine helping. Molly walked him out of the hospital and he told her :
« - My homeless network will take care of the remaining, thank you again Molly ! »
And he disappeared in the darkness of the night, heading to somewhere only he knew.