I'm back! You know what a weekend means? More chapters!

I should add a note that I DO NOT BELIEVE IN TORTURING ANY LIVING CREATURE AT ALL. Yes, there is a hinted animal torturing in there.

Immunomaster it was really great fun! But the bad part is that I get so many ideas and pranks and I want all of them in the fanfic, but I don't know how to put it in the story! It'll be a jumbled mess if I did! But I will!

Ok, this is a fictional story and Sherlock Holmes, is an arse. He know's what he's doing, but is oblivious to the implication it has on others. Sherlock is a whiny kid who has to make a person pay back, with more. If it was John, instead of Molly, there would have definitely been a wrestling match at 221B. Sherlock doesn't harm his friends. He irritates them to the point of anger. Also, Molly cannot move out because she doesn't have a place to go, she doesn't have money and Sherlock is her friend. She doesn't love him! There is no LOVE here! And a friendly reminder, hair grow back, no matter how much I don't want them to, they really do. *sobs*

Chapter Seven

Sherlock stormed into his apartment & threw his Belstaff off.

How can I be stupid enough to be walking in two large holes in my Belstaff without realizing it?!

Sherlock scowled & kicked his armchair hard.

"Oww!", he whined & hobbled on one foot as he gently held the other with his hands. He fell into his armchair with a sigh & thought about his next plan.

"Molly…Hooper….Molly, Molly, Molly…what should we…do...to…to…oh!", he exclaimed when an idea flashed into his mind & he jumped up, grabbed his spare coat & went down to a nearby super store.

He never liked running errands. But this wasn't an errand. This was revenge. He walked down the hair colour aisle & found what he was looking for, a rectangular box, holding the magical solution used for colouring hair…purple.

The cab stopped outside 221B & Molly jumped out as she paid the cabbie. She asked him to keep the change, as she was in quite a light mood. After all she had managed to ruin someone's reputation. She giggled & climbed the stairs slowly. When she reached the landing, a fluffy purple ball jumped onto her.

"Oh! Eeee! What is that thing!", she quickly brushed it off & ran into the living room as the ball followed her. She found Sherlock in the kitchen & hid behind him, peeking around his arm, "Sherlock, did you buy some kind of a toy? What is that?", she panted.

Sherlock smirked & turned around to look at her, "Can't you guess?", he leaned against the table & folded his arms over his chest.

"Guess? I guessed that it was a toy! Now what is it?", she scowled.

"That, Molly…is Toby", he grinned devilishly.

Molly stood horrified in front of him. She wasn't sure what was more horrifying, Sherlock baring all his teeth at her or her poor golden cat now purple.

She instantly reached for Sherlock's arm & dug her nails into his forearm, to keep herself from falling collapsing. Sherlock winced & looked from his arm to her face.

"You're hurting me", he winced again & tried to pry her fingers off, but she had a vice like hold on his arm, "Molly?", he frowned at her when she closed her eyes tightly.

Molly fought back her tears & chewed on her lip. Her heart weighed a tonne & she felt like yanking her hair. She whimpered & started swaying when she couldn't hold onto herself any longer. Sherlock pulled his arm out of her grasp, tearing his skin in the process, & gripping her shoulders tightly, "Molly", he shook her lightly, "Molly!"

When she did look up at him, her eyes were blank & kept flicking from his left eye to his right eye.

"Toby is fine. It's a toy", Sherlock whispered & loosened his grip on her, "I wouldn't hurt Toby."

Molly blinked repeatedly. He wouldn't hurt Toby...? She breathed in & caught him off guard when she threw herself into his arms & held him tightly. Sherlock breathed in sharply & raised his arms up, defensively, when she snuggled into his chest.

"Thank you for not hurting Toby…", she whispered into his shirt. Sherlock shivered slightly when her warm breath made its way through his strained shirt.

"Mmm…that's alright…", he whispered & let his hands rest on the small of her back, tentatively.

"Why wouldn't you hurt Toby, though?", she whispered again as she nuzzled against his chest.

"Well…", Sherlock gulped & tried to keep himself composed, "he isn't the one who ruined my coat…", he whispered & raised his hand to touch the edges of her cropped hair. Molly giggled & tightened her arms around his waist.

"I am not really sorry about ruining your hair, you know", he rested his cheek on top of her head, as his fingers brushed against her neck, making her shiver, "I like you better this way", he murmured.

Molly's eyes flew open & she could hear Sherlock's heart beat accelerate. Before she could think of anything else, she quickly shoved him away, into the table & chairs, & ran up to her room, slamming the door shut behind her.

Molly made her way down to the living room to have dinner Mrs. Hudson had brought up for them. She peeked into the pots on the table & her mouth watered at the aroma that came through. She sighed & looked across the kitchen at Sherlock, who was sitting in his armchair, typing away on his mobile phone.

Molly frowned when she noticed four red gashes on his arm, standing proudly against his pale skin.

"You got hurt…", she said slowly. Sherlock looked up from his phone at her & gave her a quizzical frown. Molly pointed at his arm & repeated herself.

"Oh…", he blushed when he realized what she was talking about, "it's fine, really."

"I hurt you…", she whispered when it dawned on her.

"It's alright, Molly", Sherlock fixed his eyes back onto his phone. Molly frowned & went to the bathroom. She pulled open one of the cabinets & found the first-aid kit. She went back into the living room & sat down on the floor, cross-legged, in front of him. Sherlock frowned & placed his phone on the table as he slid down, off his chair, onto the floor. Molly pulled out a bandaid, few cotton balls & a bottle of antiseptic.

"Molly, I said it's alright…"

"Ssssh!", Molly scolded as she tilted the bottle over a cotton ball & raised her eyebrows at him. Sherlock pouted & kept his arms on his thighs. Molly rolled her eyes & yanked his arm towards her. Before he could pull back, she quickly pressed the cotton ball on one of the red marks. Sherlock hissed & his body tensed.

"What? Are you a baby? Grow up…", she whispered with a small smile as she tended to his wound. She blew on his skin & Sherlock hissed again, & this time with arousal, as his eyes rolled back into his head. Molly put an elaborate bandaid on his wound, oblivious to the effect she was having on him.

"M-Molly…", he barely whispered, when Molly was up on her feet.

"Dinner?", she smiled softly & went to put the first-aid kit back in its place.

"You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?", he whispered.

"I'm sorry? Doing what on purpose?", Molly looked up at him from her pasta.

"Making me feel…weird…", he whispered & stared at his barely touched food.

They were sitting in the kitchen, with Toby lurking around for his share of food & Sherlock just playing with his share.

"Weird…? I don't know…are you alright? Have you even started eating?", she cocked her head to the side.

"I…I don't thi-I'm not hungry", he stammered & pushed his plate away as he bolted into his room & shut the door after himself.

"What did I do…?", she asked Toby, who was now in Sherlock's place, mouthing his food.

Ouch ouch ouch! I'm feeling weird! I want to cry! Poor Sherlock! But Sherlock needs to feel how Molly felt! Yes he does! I'm already feeling better! *giggles* Reviews! x :)