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Sherlock and Molly both sat out in the hallway as the night drew upon the rehab center they were in.

They both snuck out of their rooms because they couldn't sleep, and groggily watched the white wall in front of them.

No one said a word at first, none had to be said because they both knew what was crawling in their mind. What had happened the other night...

Sherlock sighed, and eventually broke the silence between them with the obvious statement.

"So... You can't sleep?"

Molly chuckled and replied with a sarcastic tone of voice.

"I could, I just decided not to tonight."

Sherlock grins and rests his hands on his knees pulled up against his chest.

"Yeah... Well, there are two options of what to do."

Molly raised an eyebrow at him and nodded.

"Option one being to escape."

"Sounds awfully tedious right now." Molly answered right away, lifting a corner of her thin lips to smirk at her quip.

"Alright. Option two... Is..." Sherlock racked his brain for a plan B.

"Dance." Sherlock snapped his fingers as he voices his idea.

Molly presses her lips together, meaning she was a bit stressed or embarrassed, and shakes her head.

"Also sounds tedious."

Sherlock scoffed this time, and stood up.

Molly looked down at Sherlock's slippers, the hem of his blue robe visible from her place on the ground, and eventually she sees a hand.

Molly looks up to see Sherlock bent over with a charming smile.

"I... I've never danced."

Sherlock takes her hand, which was eventually held out for him to take, and he pulls Molly on her feet.

Taking one hand, and resting his hand on her waist, Sherlock leaves his smirk on to reassure her she was fine.

"Well, luckily for you, you have a skilled teacher."

Sherlock gently sways him and Molly back and forth, making little circles here and there.

Under the dim hallway light, the moon visible from the window at the end of the hallway became their spotlight, the revving of the vending machine their music, and their beating hearts could be heard from the silence of the world, or the world they were in now which was their own ones with just each other.

Sherlock wasn't quite sure what he was doing, he loved to dance, but he'd never had a partner for whom he was so... Taken with.

He rests the side of his head against Molly's, for whom rests her hand on the back of his neck and rests her cheek against his shoulder, her nose barely touching the skin on his neck. They stayed close, as if one step away would mean loosing each other forever.

Their hands stayed in the air, and looking down, you'd see Molly's toes on Sherlock's slippers, because she was afraid she'd mess this moment up with one wrong move. Sherlock didn't mind, no... It meant she was closer to him.

Molly closed her eyes, and Sherlock grinned so proudly.

Wow... What was this feeling?

This feeling in his stomach?

It was tinging, and warm...

His heart was beating rapidly.

He felt like crying almost.

Did Molly feel the same?

Perhaps...

The way she held onto him, the way she seemed to trust him.

This was all so foreign.

"Sherlock?" A small voice piped up, and Sherlock looked down to see Molly almost asleep against him.

"Yes... Molly?" He said slowly, as if in a trance.

"What's going to happen when we leave?"

Sherlock hadn't thought of this yet, the mere thought of leaving his Molly Hooper alone in the world frightened him.

But... What if she never wanted to see him again?

What if... What if this was nothing?

What were they to each other anyway?

"I do not know..."

Molly looked up from her place on Sherlock's shoulder, and lightly frowned as she strained her neck back to actually see him.

Sherlock and Molly had stopped dancing, and all Sherlock knows was that he had leaned down, and placed his lips on Molly's cheek.

Molly pursed her lips anyways, it was close enough...

Sherlock still held her close, and in the end, Sherlock ended up watching Molly go back to her room, and they parted ways.

"Goodnight, Molly."

"Goodnight, Sherlock."

There were so many unsaid words that night.