AN: Hello Sherlollians! Back in the game! :)
So, all you lovelies who adore this story, please share it! I'd love some more feedback, know what you like, what you don't, what you'd change, etc.
Other than that... Yeah :)
DISCLAIMER:
Lestrade: Not her characters.
Sherlock: you mean, not her division.
Molly: *smacks Sherlock* she's a perfectly talented writer!
Sherlock: You're just saying that because it's a romance about us.
Lestrade: This isn't my division...
Sherlock and Molly: *argue*
Me: Yeah... ENJOY!
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Molly sits in her room a few days later, nothing else had happened between her and Sherlock in those "precious days".
She sniffs as she has a bit of a cold, since it was a bit cold outside and Christmas was fast approaching.
Ever since Irene showed up to the Rehab Facility, Molly has been ignored, even after the whole "you do count thing".
Gosh... She felt so stupid for believing him...
Watson has been a bit down too, the whole place was gloomier...
Molly tried to not let it get to her as much, since she knew nothing REALLY happened between her and the sociopath...
But she just... Really... Truly... Wished with all her heart he'd give her a sign, saying "this was never a thing"
Or, what she wanted to hear
"I love you. Please forgive me..."
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Sherlock hadn't talked the The Woman directly, but he had a few times exchanged a few looks, and he has gotten a few notes snuck under his door.
As all this happened, he got a nagging feeling he had done something wrong...
He hadn't spoken to John Watson for a few days.
Nor Molly Hooper...
He knew what he said all those times before, but...
This woman, The Woman, became more interesting than all the others.
Because she was like him, in some ways.
Today, he had finally talked to her, tried to gain information... This case...
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"So, you're The Dominatrix." He says lowly as Irene sits on a chair in a plain room for rehabers and their counselors.
She was clad in a black tshirt and shorts.
"That's what they call me. I prefer The Woman though..." She says with a little smirk, legs crossed as she invades his personal space.
"Ah, yes... The Woman... Why are you here then?"
"Addiction." She answers in a snarky manner.
"I get that. But on what? Not drugs, ypu obviously don't drink. You look perfectly healthy..." He deduces.
"On you, sexy." She rests her chin on her fingers, leaning in once more.
Sherlock sits back a little, making Irene pout.
"Right... Why?"
"Well. I like smart people. Detectives, brainy's the new sexy, you know."
Sherlock fixes his collar, and clears his throat.
"Yes... Right... But what do I have that you need?" Sherlock asks, sighing as he sees Molly walk in, holding herself, shriveled up and sad looking.
They make eye contact, and Molly quickly scurries to John, and they begin to talk a bit as Sherlock looks at them a bit sadly.
"Nothing..." She says a bit curiously, making a connection in her mind.
"What is it that I have that YOU need?" She asks with an accusing look at the man.
Sherlock turns to her with a raised eyebrow.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you obviously loved that girl over there."
Sherlock looks to Molly with a sad expression, for which she returns the look with the same sadness.
Maybe a bit of regret. She turns her head, and looks back to John with a sad smile.
"He'll come around, Ms. Hooper." John counsels her.
"That's not why i'm here... Me and Tom... We've been talking these past few days."
John looks at her with surprise.
"Why?"
Molly shrugs, arms hugging herself.
""Just been a bit sad."
John rests an arm on her shoulder.
"Is it because of Sherlock?"
Molly wonders why he's so keen on her and Sherlock being together, but supposes it's because of how John's method was.
Friendship and all...
"No. Because me and Tom used to date... He um... He says he's better and after i'm out of here he wants us to, um... Wants us to be together again."
John shakes his head and looks at Sherlock who was still talking to that woman in the hallway.
"I see... And do you want that?"
Molly shakes her head.
"I was hoping someone would save me from him for a change... I guess it's me who has to do that again..."
John squints.
"Again?"
Molly looks to John with a frown.
"You think I can't run away?"
John looks back at Sherlock who was alone in the hallway.
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Sherlock stands up, done with this petty conversation.
"And I thought I was back in the game..." Sherlock mutters as he reaches the hallway.
Irene follows and grabs his shoulder.
"Ask me... Ask me why i'm here. Why I followed you." She asks, determined to be the leader of this conversation.
Sherlock sighs in annoyance.
"I already did."
Irene nods her head.
"Yeah, but ask me why I went through the trouble."
Sherlock turns around, and rests his hands behind his back.
"Why?"
"Why what?" She asks teasingly.
"Why... Did you go... Through the trouble?"
He asks lowly, standing closer to her.
"Because... Someone wants me to keep an eye on you..." She trails a finger up Sherlock's chest until it was under his chin, pulling his face down to see hers.
"Someone wants you nice and clean so they can hurt you again..."
Sherlock steps back, afraid now.
"Wh-who?" He stutters.
Why?! Why him?!
"You know who..." She whispers and turns around slowly, walking away with a little laugh.
Sherlock looks back into the room he had come from.
He heard Molly say to John.
"You think I can't run away?"
And he knows, or rather thinks, he was now alone.
Not even Molly wanted to be around him.
She wanted to run away.
He didn't know who he could talk to now, who he could vent his worries to.
So he holds it in as he walks back to his room, laying flat on his bed to think... Think... Think...
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Yay for terrible endings to chapters!
Anderson: Comment, for Sherlolly? *grins*