I felt someone nudging me and saying my name.
"Percy. Percy. Wake up, your phone is ringing." Grumbled Jim, annoyed at being woken.
"Hmm? What?" I asked groggily.
"Your phone, turn it off." He moaned.
"Oh, sorry." I looked at my phone and it was Angie's number, this woke me enough to speak.
"Hello." I asked, confused at the number. My brain was very foggy.
"Its Sherlock, I need you to come over."
"What do you want?" My voice and attitude changing immediately.
"I'm having a problem with Angie." I rolled my eyes.
"It's like 2am Sherlock. Why are you asking me?"
"Well, she's having a problem."
"What problem, will you just tell me?!"
"Well...she's a bit drunk."
I sighed and was silent for a minute, why was he telling me? "So, what, you just called to tell me this?" I was going to make him beg.
He sighed. "No. I...she won't listen to me. I think you'd probably be more effective."
"So what exactly are you saying, Sherlock?"
He sighed. "I think Angie would appreciate having you here right now."
"And?"
"And...she needs your help."
"She's not the one calling."
He knew I wasn't going to let him get away with this. Waking me up at 2am, it was just rude. "And...I...need your help."
This comment sobered me up, I got out of bed and started pulling on random clothes over my pyjamas. I didn't say anything for a minute.
"Percy?"
"Fine, give me five minutes and I'll be over." I hung up without another word.
"Jim, Angie's in trouble, I need to go over and help my idiot brother."
"Okay. See you tomorrow. Love you." He mumbled and went ack to sleep.
"Love you too." I pulled my coat on as I ran over to backer street, I text Angie's phone to say I was nearly at the door. Sherlock opened the door and let me in. I raced up the stairs and was greeted with a very drunk and pale Angie.

"Hi." Greeted Angie with a weak smile.
"Hi, How are you doing?"
Angie winced and held her head. "Bloody awful."
I laughed.
"What appeal does Harry see in this?"
I shrugged. "It's best if you don't think about her right now. Come on, let's get you a drink of water and some aspirin. Then you can tell me what happened." I helped Angie stand up. Angie rubbed her forehead.
"I feel like the room's spinning." I looked at Angie with sympathy and sighed, being drunk for the first time was never fun, at least as a teenager you didn't care.
"Oh, Ang, it's only gonna get worse. Have you eaten at all today? Do you feel sick?"
Angie frowned and glanced away. "Uh, no. I haven't really eaten anything."
Sherlock frowned and went into the kitchen, concern flashing across his face.
"I don't really feel sick, I just feel like my head's being pressed in a clamp." Added Angie, holding her hand up to her forehead again.
"Okay, I'll get you some aspirin and start drinking lots of water. You need to rehydrate. I just need to talk to Sherlock. Get up to your room, I'll bring it up."
"Okay." Angie stood up and slowly made her way up to her room.
Percy walked into the kitchen and got a glass of water and a couple aspirin, avoiding Sherlock. She sighed and looked at him. "How did this happen, what did you do?" I asked angrily.
He frowned. "I didn't do anything. Someone switched her soda with alcohol."
"Who did it?" Whoever hurt my best friend was going to pay.
He shrugged. "I don't know. I wasn't home." I glared at him. "Use your brain and work it out, then. Come on, Sherlock, now is not the time to be useless."
He glared back. "I don't know! Angie won't exactly tell me anything lately. The only thing I can think of is that man who's been stalking her for a couple months now." He shot me a look. "I'm sure she already told you." My mind jumped to Moran, I was going to kill him.
"Oh, you worked it out, then. I'm gonna have words with him." I looked at Sherlock. "You need to look after Angie at the moment. She needs you more than ever, and I don't just mean tonight. Stop pulling away from her."
He looked away, then looked at me again, confused. "Wait, you know that man?"
I frowned and looked away, I wasn't going to admit how we'll I knew him.
"Sadly, I do. I've warned him off once, now it will take some other methods of persuasion. I think I'll be having words with my husband. He'll have an idea of how to stop the stalker."
Sherlock frowned at me.
"I would prefer it if you kept dear Jim out of the picture." I glared at him.
"Well, what you prefer isn't my concern. Just keep Angie safe. Someone got into your flat today. Worry about that."
"Getting Moriarty involved will not be keeping her safe."
"It will when it's through me. Your opinion isn't needed, just do as requested."
"Don't make me feel like it was a mistake to call you over."
"You don't scare me, Sherlock. And you need my held to look after your girlfriend. I'll be staying in Angie's room tonight. Stay out of the way." I grabbed the glass of water and aspirin and headed up to Angie's room, when Sherlock cleared his throat.
"Um...thank you." I looked at him, shocked.
"I'm doing this for her, not you. Just go away and don't interrupt. I'll look after her."

Angie was lying on her bed with her eyes closed when I came in.
I handed her the water and aspirin.
"Here."
"Thanks." She took the aspirin and sighed. I pulled the desk chair over and sat down.
"Ang, can you remember who you were with or what you've done today?"
"Uh, I took Toby out for a walk this morning, and I've been home all day. I worked on a painting I'm doing," She waved over at a half empty canvas, "and I had a few sodas, read. I didn't really do anything today."
"Okay, are you sure nothing weird happened? You didn't see anyone lurking near the flat recently?"
Angie tried to think, but covered her eyes. "I don't know. I can't think."
"It's okay, don't worry, I'll take care of it. You need to relax. I promise you'll feel better soon."
Angie frowned up at the ceiling. "I almost told Sherlock about Moran."
I shrugged and sat back, that wasn't nearly as bad as she thought. "It's alright, I think he worked it out himself. Well, after I told him to work it out. We'll sort this, Angie, I promise. Feeling any better?"
"Uh, the room isn't spinning quite as much."
I nodded. "Okay. I'm going to stay with you tonight."
Angie nodded. "Okay." She managed a small smile. "Thanks. You're a really good friend."
I smiled. "So are you. I owe you so much at the moment. Do you want anything?"
Angie frowned and felt her defences crumble. "I want me and Sherlock to stop arguing and keeping things from each other."
I frowned, the stress was really starting to get to Angie. "Well, I think you need to just tell him about Moran, and tell him how you feel. He actually is worried about you. He just doesn't know what to do. You both need to talk more." I smiled. "You tell everything to the wrong Holmes." Angie gave a wry smile. "Yeah, well, you're easier to talk to than him." She frowned. "You don't give sarcastic looks or just walk away and hide in your room."
"That's true, but he's male, they're an odd species."
Angie laughed a little.
"Just try and talk to him. Be annoying and follow him, make him listen to you."
She shrugged. "Maybe. I don't know. I don't know anything anymore."
I rubbed Angie's arm. "It's going to be fine, Ang. We'll get through it together."
"Yeah, I guess." She sat there for a minute, staring at the ceiling, coherency slowly coming back. She frowned. "You don't think the drinks were poisoned, do you?"
I shook my head, they had been potent, but not poison.
"I tried a bit of the one you didn't finish. It's just vodka. Lots of vodka. I'm not surprised you couldn't really taste it, it's hard to detect in Coke. It was strong, though. Maybe just buy cans and not bottles from now on. You can't tamper with cans as easily."
Angie looked up. "Vodka?!" She sighed. "I'm gonna kill him. I mean, any alcohol's bad enough, but vodka?!"
"You'll be fine, you didn't have that much. You didn't mix it with anything." I frowned. "The real question is, why? Why did he do it and when?" I frowned, glaring at nothing in particular, just trying to keep my anger under control. "He is gonna be in a whole world of pain when I am through with him." Angie frowned.
"I know exactly why he did it. I guess he's moved on from the denial stage, and now he's at the anger stage. And he knows that I hate feeling vulnerable. That's the main reason why I don't drink, not because of Harry. I know what the affects of alcohol are, and I don't want to put myself in a vulnerable position. And I've explained that to him before. I actually trusted him then, stupid me. Now he's using it against me." She looked at Me, concerned. "And Percy, I don't want you dealing with this. He's already dangerous, but you need to just stay far away from him. You've got the baby to take care of."
I shook my head, smiling at her fears.
"Moran's an idiot, but sadly not the kind of idiot Anderson is. He's trying to get into your head, you've got to push him out. And don't worry about me, I'll be fine. I have Jim on my side."
Angie sighed. "Moran, moron. He picked his new name well. I just feel stupid cause I confided in him so much and it's easy for him to try and get inside my head. The only time I had some peace and could go a few months without thinking about him was after the accident, when I couldn't remember him if I wanted to!"
"We'll all protect you, Angie, I promise. Moran will be stopped. Soon, he'll be a distant memory." I handed her the glass again. "Here, drink more water, you need it. Just relax. I've poured all the soda down the sink so you won't be affected and we'll go get some food and stuff tomorrow, together."
Angie nodded and put the glass on the side table. "Okay."
I smiled and stood up. "Go to sleep, Ang. I'll be on the sofa, just shout if you need me."
"Alright, thanks."

I closed the door and went downstairs and sat on the sofa. I looked at Sherlock. He was sitting in his chair, thinking. He looked worried, a nervous twitch running through his fingers.
I sighed. "You have a very upset girlfriend. You need to let her in. She needs you to listen and love her."
Sherlock looked away.
"Don't roll your eyes at me. I'm telling you this for your own good. You'd be lost without her, but if you keep pushing her away, she'll leave out of choice."
"If I ever push her away, it's for her safety. I don't hurt her intentionally, I would never do that. Believe it or not, I do care for her. I care a lot about her."
I looked at him completely exasperated. "Then show her, you idiot! I know you have a human side that's all soft and vulnerable, let her see it. She's a strong woman who can look after herself. She doesn't need protection, she just needs to be loved."
Sherlock frowned and stared at the fireplace.
Said Sherlock, an air of defeat in his demeanour. I lost my temper, why was he giving up?
"Oh for pity's are yes you can. Don't pull all that 'high functioning sociopath' rubbish with me, Sherlock as loathed as I am to admit it, we could be twins if not for the age gap. You are perfectly capable of love, your just scared." Our uncanny similarities bugged us both, but were undeniable. I could see the fact annoy Sherlock, but he didn't argue with my point either.

"I'm not scared. I would love her to the best of my ability, but I can't. I know she's strong, but there are some things she can't protect herself from. And I know that she's the one who will have to suffer the consequences, but it's the lesser of two evils." For the first time I felt I was seeing the real Sherlock the man lockers behind his mind and ego. He was admitting as well as he could hoe much he really cared for Angie, I softened, still annoyed with him, but I put my ire aside and told him a little more gently.

"I will tell you this once more, and if you choose not to listen then that's your fault. She has feelings, she has a heart. In fact, she probably has a bigger and better heart than any girl you've ever known because she's had a front-row seat to the mess that is your life, and she likes you anyway. She obviously sees something worthwhile in you, because you've given her nothing, absolutely no reason to still be around, yet, she is and someday, she won't be around."

"That's what I'm worried about. That one day, something will happen to her, and it'll be because of me. Not directly, but because of the dangers situations I get into, which she will follow me into faithfully, no matter how much I plead with her not to. And I just know it's going to hurt her someday."

"Sherlock, it's the risk you have to take when your in love. You don't think Jim and I worry about the same things?! Everytime he goes I away I worry he isn't coming back. Why do you think Mycroft is always checking up, he worries, it annoying, but it's his way of showing he cares. I know you don't like me, but I am always here of you need it."
"I don't dislike you."
"Really?! The offer stands regardless." I was surprised, but I wanted to know he had someone.
"Well...thank you. For everything." Replied Sherlock, his voice softer than normal. I wanted to hug him, but it was already a bit awkward.
"It's fine, go to bed and sleep, you look dreadful. I'll sleep on the sofa and keep and ear out for Angie. I've gotten rid of the spiked drinks. I'll take Angie food shopping tomorrow." I slid under the blanket and heard Sherlock's bedroom door close. I couldn't sleep if I tried, Moran sweeping through my thoughts. He had to be dealt with, but how?