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Chapter Twelve
Why am I sobbing?
Why did I pull away from Sherlock's touch?
Why did I run away from him?
What would Sherlock be thinking?
What am I thinking?
She squirmed in her bed & curled into a ball. She failed to hear the door open with a creak, while she was kicking the blankets off her body. Suddenly she felt the bed dip behind her and she froze. The hair on the back of her neck stood up with fright. She felt an arm drape over her waist and hang loosely there. She recognized the pale skin, prominent veins and faint freckles. She relaxed but kept her body stiff. She refused to face him and tried to push the arm off herself.
"Molly…", Sherlock whispered over her ear and she blushed.
"No, Sherlock…", she whispered back.
"But what's wrong? Did I hurt you? Do you want me to get John to check it? Or should I?", Sherlock mumbled carefully.
"No."
"Then what is it?"
"I don't know…"
"You're tired?"
"Yeah…I guess so…"
"You should sleep then. Do you want me to get you a glass of water?"
"No…"
"Mmmm…then? Want me to get you Toby?"
Molly smiled with a small frown, "Yes please."
Sherlock jumped off the bed & ran out of the room in search for the cat.
She could hear Sherlock tripping, stumbling and swearing around the living room due to the changed setting of the room. Poor Sherlock. She giggled and got off the bed slowly. She sluggishly made her way down to the living room and found the man nowhere.
"Sherlock?"
"In here!", his voice came from the bedroom and she quickly followed it, to find him sprawled on the floor under his bed.
"Ummm…"
"Hello!", he poked his head out and grinned at her.
"What are you doing there?"
"Trying to get your stubborn feline out from under the bed", he scowled playfully and pulled his head under the bed, "Come on Toby! Redbeard is not here!", he whined.
"Are you whining to a cat, Sherlock?", she giggled as she sat down beside his legs and leaned down to peek under the bed.
"No! Umm…yes maybe…argh does it matter?", Sherlock scowled and prodded the cat with his pinkie, "Come on!"
"You're doing it wrong", she grinned and crawled under the bed beside him.
"No I'm not."
"Yes you are."
"No I'm n-"
"Shut up!", she nudged him with her elbow playfully and turned to the cat, "Tobeeee-obeeee-obeeee! I've got your favourite treeeeeat waiting for you in the kitchen! Lets' go have some!", she lifted Toby's tiny, front paws in her hands and gently stroked them with her thumbs. The cat stared at her with its slit eyes.
"It's not working", Sherlock whispered with amusement.
"Toby is not you."
"What is that supposed to m-", Sherlock started complaining but got cut off when he saw the cat wriggle into Molly's arms. Molly smirked proudly at Sherlock and crawled out from under the bed. Sherlock followed suit, but before he could completely crawl out, Molly smirked and slapped his leg hard enough to make him gasp and jerk his head up, hitting it against the bed with a groan. He shot a glare at her while Molly chortled with mischief.
"Come on Toby! Let the bad, bad man scowl and whine to himself, and we'll get you some milk with honey and maybe a few marshmallows if the horrible man has some in his kitchen...", she snickered and paraded into the kitchen and set Toby his treat.
Sherlock was still lying on the floor with one arm under his head. He was feeling weird. He had all emotions cataloged in his mind palace, but he didn't know the feelings associated with the emotions. Which one is it! Sherlock scowled and chewed on his lip.
He sat bolt upright.
Why am I chewing on my lip? That's what Molly does. Not me...
He ruffled his hair and jumped onto his feet to find Molly. He had to show her something very close to his heart. And it was time she knew.
He strolled into the kitchen and found her leaning over her cat on the kitchen counter.
"Molly?"
Molly looked up from Toby to find Sherlock standing awkwardly, shifting his weight from one foot to another, "What's wrong?"
"Ummm…well I wanted to ask you something…no…", Sherlock whispered and ruffled his hair with frustration, "umm I wanted to show you something…yes…ummm?"
Molly gaped at Sherlock and tapped on the counter top, "Uh…sure…are you alright?"
"Great! We'll leave tomorrow morning so you better start packing."
"Packing? Packing what?"
"Well, it's something big and it will take some time to give you a tour so…you will have to pack some…mmm…lots of clothes", he grinned as he rubbed his hands together with excitement.
"But where are we going?", she frowned, "I don't think you're alright, Sherlock…"
"Cumbria", he smirked and headed into his bedroom, "And I've never been better, Molly!", he called back as he slammed the door shut behind him.
Not a big development, I know. But I'm sure the next chapter will be goooood. Soooo don't leave me ok! And do review please! Reviews keep me going and going and going! x :)
Mmm...and I think it's about time that I add two kisses instead of one so... xx :)