Hello! You should know, writing this chapter was so much fun! I was giggling and snorting all the time! Feeling sad for a while...but as William Shakespeare goes "All's well that ends well" *giggles*

I do not own Sherlock or any of its characters.

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Chapter Fifteen

"Molly! Wake up!"

"Hmmm?", Molly whined and turned her head away.

"Molly! God! Woman wake up!", Sherlock growled and sprinkled water on her face. Molly spluttered and sat up straight, blinking repeatedly.

"Go to hell, Sherlock! What is it?", Molly yawned and wiped her face with the edge of her sleeve.

"Do you want coffee?"

"What? You woke me up for coffee?!", Molly groaned.

"Yes…would you like some?", Sherlock drawled.

"No!"

"Ok…", Sherlock pouted and rested back against his seat, waiting for Molly to notice his childish pouting. Molly did notice and sighed.

"Umm…cream and one sugar…?", Molly whispered tentatively. Sherlock jumped up and grinned at her. He quickly exited the car and ran up to the nearby shop. They had stopped at a fuel station. Molly got out of the car and leaned against it. She crossed her arms and watched the cars drive past her in the uninhabited area. Sherlock returned, shortly, with two cups of coffee and handed one to her. Molly tentatively took a sip and scowled with a disgusted noise.

"Arrgh! Yuck! I think this one is yours!", Molly scrunched up her nose and thrust the cup in Sherlock's hand.

"Sorry", Sherlock apologized quickly and exchanged his cup with hers. Molly failed to notice the blush creeping onto his face as he took a sip. They quietly finished their coffee and Molly decided to snuggle in beside the pets.

"No way", Sherlock shook his head and tugged at her arm.

"Yes way. I am going to sit with Toby. He needs me", Molly protested and tried to yank her arm out from his grip.

"I've fed them already! There isn't enough space in the back! And you won't be able to put a seat belt on", Sherlock held her arm firmly, "Please, Molly…please?"

Molly squinted at him and to Sherlock's surprise, started laughing loudly.

"Molly…?"

"Come on…let's go", Molly smirked as she walked past him to her side of the car, shooting mischievous winks at him. Sherlock gulped uncertainly and got in beside her.

"Are you alright?", Sherlock asked and leaned forward to touch her forehead. But before he could, Molly leaned forward and clacked her teeth together near his hand. Sherlock frowned and pressed one of his large hands on her mouth, holding her jaw together and used the other to check her temperature. Molly whined and poked her tongue out, licking the palm of his hand lightly. Sherlock gasped and jumped back. Get it together, Sherlock! Stay focused! Breathe! OK, now ignore the twitching…of these jeans! Sherlock growled and yanked his hair.

"What is your problem?!", Sherlock scowled at her.

"You!"

"Me?!"

"You forced me into your flat! You took away my money! You scared me with a purple ball! You chopped my hair off! You used my leave balance! And now you're taking me God knows where!", Molly screamed at him. Sherlock was astounded at the sudden changes in her mood. Then it hit him.

"Oh…"

"Oh?"

"Your menstrual cycle started today…no yesterday", Sherlock smirked as he started the car and got it onto the road. Molly gasped and blushed with embarrassment. She looked away, refusing to communicate further with him. Molly quietly kept staring out the window, even when Sherlock stopped the car by the side of the road again. She heard his seatbelt snap open and felt his hand move over hers. She frowned and pulled her hand away from under his.

"I'm sorry…", he whispered.

Molly kept staring at the green fields and the cows moving in them.

"Molly…? Are you…you're crying…?", Sherlock lifted his hand up to her face and brushed the tears from her face. Molly blinked in confusion at the tears. She hadn't realized when she had ended up crying.

"It's alright…", Molly brushed his hand away and used her own to dab her face with a tissue.

"it's not alright…I'm sorry, Mol-"

"It's fine."

"No, Molly. Please hear me out?", Sherlock pleaded. Molly frowned at him but nodded.

"I…I hurt you so much, Molly. So very much. You…I don't feel how much, but I…I know it hurts you. I see it in your eyes. That…it hurts you", Sherlock sighed and continued, "A lot. That hurt I see in your eyes…it hurts me…a lot…and you keep letting me hurt you…you shouldn't let me…everytime I do…you should take a knife and carve my skin with the number of time I've hurt you…", he gripped the steering wheel tightly till his knuckles turned white, "but I know it wouldn't hurt as much it hurts you…nor will it hurt as much as it hurts when I see you hurt…I don't want to feel so bad when I see you hurt…I want to think of you as very childish…but I don't…I don't know why, Molly…"

Molly's mouth had gone dry. She looked away from him and blinked at the road.

"Ummm…it's still a few miles from Cumbria…we better start moving…", she whispered and tugged her sleeves till her fingers.

"No…I'm not moving till I…", Sherlock moved his hands up to his hair and pulled them till he groaned.

"We need to m-move…", Molly whispered again.

"No", Sherlock turned in his seat and quickly cupped her face, turning it till she looked at him, "I'm sorry…for everything…", he whispered and pressed his lips against her cheek softly. He saw her cheeks turn pink and he moved to press a kiss to her other cheek, then on her forehead.

"I'm sorry, sorry…sorry…", Sherlock kept whispering as he tilted her face up and kissed her chin lightly. Molly had gone stiff and had unknowingly stopped breathing. Sherlock pulled back slightly and kissed her nose.

"Will you promise to believe me what I am going to say next?", Sherlock whispered softly, "And you need to breathe, Molly…"

Molly gasped and closed her eyes when her lungs deprived of oxygen, got a rush of air in them.

"Molly…? Will you believe me?", Sherlock pleaded quietly, still cupping her face in his large hands.

"How do I know it's not a prank?", Molly asked quietly and averted her gaze. Sherlock smiled softly and kissed her forehead.

"It's not. I promise."

Molly nodded and looked at him with her wide brown eyes. She knew what was coming and she should stop him. But she didn't.

"I-I…I lo-"

He was interrupted by loud knocking on the window. He sighed and pulled away from Molly reluctantly while Molly blushed and looked away. Sherlock saw a police officer at his window. He rolled the window down for him to talk through.

"Yes, officer?"

"This is a no parking zone", the police officer pointed at the road sign a few feet away with a large crossed "P" on it.

"Oh…must've missed it…", Sherlock murmured.

"May I see your license, sir?", the officer demanded.

"Yes…of course…", Sherlock fished his wallet out from his, god awfully tight, jeans and pulled his license out for the officer to see. The officer examined the card and smiled at Sherlock Holmes.

"Mr. Holmes…I am a big fan of yours…but I have a job to do…", he shrugged.

"I understand…", Sherlock gave him a fake smile.

"You will be penalised for your mistake, I'm afraid…", he gave him a ticket and waved them goodbye.

Sherlock stared at the penalty ticket and scowled, "Some fan…", he shoved the ticket in his wallet and threw it over the dashboard. Molly quietly saw him take his fury out at the wallet. She wasn't sure whether he was angry at getting a ticket or at being interrupted.

"I want some water…", Molly whispered. Sherlock stiffened when he heard her voice. He had almost forgotten that Molly was with him.

"Wa-water…uh…ok…I'll just…", Sherlock started the car and drove it onto the road. He kept cursing himself mentally for letting Molly see him inch towards his ugly tantrum when they reached another fuel station.

"Water?", he asked quietly.

"Yes", she whispered back. Sherlock quickly got out and jogged up to the shop. He came back with a water bottle and a packet of crisps. Her favourite ones.

"Thankyou…", she whispered and quickly gulped down half of the water, "I was very thirsty…sorry…", she offered him the bottle but he just shook his head and smiled. Molly smiled shyly and Sherlock got the car one last time on the road.

"This time I'm not stopping even if you have to go to a rest room after that…we're already very late", Sherlock smiled and kept the car barely under the speed limit as they speeded towards Cumbria.

Oooooo so close so close...But the damn traffic police officer! *screams*

You know I'm not screaming really. I'm giggling like a maniac infact!

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