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Molly woke with the energy of a person no great big task. She felt very enthusiastic about everything that was going to happen. She dressed and danced into the hall and in the kitchen. She put the kettle o boil and looked over to the sleeping Sherlock.

Anytime soon he would wake up. She had decided everything and so readied the breakfast. She went back into the room and made the important calls she had to. She quickly put her phone down when she heard a yawn behind her.

'Good morning.' She chirped brightly.

'Morning!' he answered. He looked at her in his usual deductive manner. Once again Sherlock was under his facades. It was not the real him but the icy stone veil that he put in front of himself.

'Sherlock, what were you saying yesterday night?' she asked, maintaining the happy morning herself.

'I was saying a lot of things.' he said in his usual way.

'No, about your return.' She said trying not to let him ruin her mood.

'Oh that. I'll let you know after it's done.'

'But I will help. And so will John.'

'Molly, there are two things here. One, you have seen how John is helping in the last few days and two, I don't need any of your help.' He smirked and passed her and went into the bathroom.

Molly stood there for a moment thinking of what to do. Now the old Molly would have left the room and waited outside with the breakfast ready to coax him. But the more determined Molly was ready to fiercely get what she wanted.

Sherlock had already taken off his shirt and was going to pull down his pants when she barged in, with her head high. Sherlock quickly pulled up his pants very quickly.

'What are you doing?!' he asked annoyed. Molly dared not to look at his chest and maintained her eyes to his eyes, otherwise she would have lost all the power of will she had mustered. She crossed her arms and looked at him boldly and stated.

'I am going to help and participate even if you don't like it.'

'No you're not.' He said with another mirthful smirk.

'You can't stop me.' she said with a smirk that Sherlock had only seen and found gorgeous on the woman till date, but molly had redefined it. Albeit he was not to be stopped from that.

'Oh, yes I can.' He said in full control. Molly laughed, yet again it was different and something with the edge that only the woman had mastered—mirth, but feminine grace and a tinge of superiority. He could not help but raise his brows. Molly's lips glimpsed with a pleased smile. Sherlock came back to himself and denied once again.

'Sherlock, I am helping and you can't stop me.' she repeated and turned.

'Molly,' Sherlock said in his don't-you-dare-do-that voice.

'No Sherlock' she called nearly out of the door. Sherlock sighed and pulled her hand. Within seconds, she was locked between his arms, him and the wall. They were inches from each other.

'Molly Hooper, you listen to me, you will not do anything with regard to my comeback. It is dangerous and I do not, repeat, do not, want you to be in trouble again because of me. Get it?' he powerfully yet with care in his voice. He was sure Molly would obey this. Molly was sure she could feel herself melting, what with the tender voice and shirtless body but she regained herself.

'Did you tell this to the Adler woman too?' she said defiantly. 'Did you ask her too to stop from helping you because you thought it would dangerous?'

Sherlock was stunned as she had expected. She went on and said,

'Try treating me with some amount of respect and not look at me with such condescension.. You know even a part of what you felt for that woman would do.' Another blow. She shifted his arm and slipped away, leaving him quite bewildered.