A/N: Still in TRF :) This one is set after the jury has given their verdict/Moriarty has visited Sherlock. Have another couple of chapters up my sleeve, so stay tuned! :) Thanks for all the reviews! x
"Change it," Sherlock ordered, looking over John's shoulder to see what he'd written.
John frowned as he regarded the screen, "What's wrong with it?"
Sherlock glanced at him, "If you're going to write about Moriarty, leave Molly out of it."
"The jury let him off," John protested, watching as Sherlock continued on his way to the couch, "people should know what he's capable of."
"Molly has no connection to the case or his crimes," Sherlock reminded him as he flopped onto the couch, "leave her out of it."
John's brow creased in confusion, "But she was connected to him."
"Barely," Sherlock muttered, crossing his arms.
"It's a detail," John continued, "I thought you wanted people to know all the details."
Sherlock shifted into a more comfortable position, "About cases, not my private life."
John raised his eyebrows, "Is Molly part of your 'private life' now?"
Sherlock ignored the question and pinned John with a hard stare. "Do. Not. Blog. About. Molly," he stipulated, his tone low and dangerous.
John held his hands up in a placating gesture, "All right, I'll take it out," he said, deleting the passage as he did so.
Sherlock gave a small, satisfied nod before steepling his fingers under his chin and turning his attention to the ceiling.
"What do you think he's planning?" John asked after a long moment.
"I don't know."
"Do you think he will use her again?"
"Doubtful," Sherlock replied absently, "he thinks she doesn't matter."
"But she does?" John asked hopefully, Sherlock's eyes slid towards him, "Is that why you don't want me to blog about her?" he pressed, wondering if he'd finally gotten through to his friend.
"I don't want you to write about Molly because she reads your blog," Sherlock informed him flatly, looking back up at the ceiling, "do you really think she wants to be reminded of that particular romantic catastrophe?"
"No," John conceded, feeling oddly disappointed. "Tea?" he asked after a moment; receiving no response and noting that Sherlock was deep in thought, he left the room to make himself one.
"She does matter," Sherlock admitted softly to the empty room, "and I don't want him to know. He's planning something," he continued thoughtfully, "and it's going to be big. Burn the heart out of you…" he murmured, sinking into his Mind Palace and oblivious to the fact that he was talking to himself.