Chapter 6

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Molly needed to get out of there before she fainted, threw up or burst into tears. Her nerves of a few minutes ago and her plans to try and start a relationship with Sherlock were in tatters.

She saw the taxi and called to the driver to wait. At the sound of her voice Sherlock looked up, surprise written all over his face. 'Molly', he said starting to smile.

Molly pushed past him but he caught her arm swinging her round to face him. 'Wait Molly, what...'

'Let. Me. Go...please.' She pulled her arm out of his grasp and plunged into the taxi.

Sherlock was knocking on the window calling her name but she urged the driver to pull away before slumping back in her seat, eyes closed.

When she got back to her flat she managed to close the door before she slid down to the floor and burst into tears.

Her mind was still spinning, what on earth had happened? Of all the scenarios she had planned out in her mind Sherlock having another girlfriend hadn't even occurred to her. As far as she was aware he had never dated anyone in his life, but maybe he had, after all what had she ever really known of his personal life. John had commented on him being married to his work but that didn't really say much.

She'd given up everything, everything for Sherlock and this, this was more than just a slap in the face. It felt as though her heart had been torn out of her chest.

She knew she was being unfair, he had made her no promises and she couldn't have married Tom knowing she loved someone else but it felt like any hope she had harboured of being with Sherlock was now dead.

He had been and got his grandmothers engagement ring. She'd worn that very ring herself, knew from Mycroft that it had sentimental value as a family heirloom. Why would Sherlock have got it if it wasn't to propose to Janine?

Molly's stomach roiled, she made her way through to the bathroom thinking she might throw up. It was all a disaster.

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Sherlock lay on the settee later that same day and finally turned his mind to Molly.

He had managed to get rid of the interminable Janine by saying he had a case he needed to work on. She really was intolerable with her inane chatter and her need to be touching him all the bloody time.

It had been a stroke of fortune meeting her outside Magnusson's building. He'd seen her come out and wondered what her connection was so he'd made a point of bumping into her, apologising and then pretending to recognise her from the wedding. He'd asked her to coffee to subtly quiz her about her job there and had been amazed to hear she was Magnusson's PA, it was providence.

He remembered her attraction to him at the wedding, he'd snubbed her that time but realised he could make use of it now, so he'd asked her out.

That had been about five weeks ago and it had been the longest five weeks of Sherlock's life. He hated it, the dates, the kissing, the constant smiling...he couldn't even conduct his experiments in his own flat! And for the past three weeks he'd been trying to get out of sex. He'd told her he wanted to wait until he was married, wanted it to be special, but she kept trying to seduce him. She'd sleep over in his bed, wearing next to nothing...ugh.

From conversations with her he knew she took her job very seriously. She wouldn't let him come up to her office on a whim. He'd been through all the variables in his mind and had calculated that a proposal would be the best way forward. Based on their current relationship he felt that he could successfully propose in 17 more days. Once he'd gained access he could bring an end to this whole fake relationship. He couldn't wait!

The only 'fly in the ointment' now was Molly. He'd been avoiding the morgue and had hoped to get through this aspect of the case without her ever knowing. He'd never expected her to come to Baker Street. Her recalled how his heart had clenched when he saw her, was that sentiment? He'd wanted to touch her, talk to her, he (his face screwed up in confusion)...missed her. Yes, he missed her.

The night of the wedding came unbidden into his mind. He had been shocked by what he, no they, had done. He had never lost control so fully as he had that night. He had been overwhelmed with anger and jealousy and when Molly had slapped him he had just snapped, all the pent up emotion pouring out of him. He was horrified of the loss of control but had to admit it was without doubt the best sex of his life.

But it wasn't just about the sex. He wanted Molly, wanted her to be his and no one else's. It felt very caveman but he didn't care. The current dilemma was what to do now she knew about Janine. He needed Janine to help end the case. There was no other way into Magnusson's private office. Plus he still remembered his brother's mocking tones when he'd found out that Sherlock had put Molly's safety above that of the case. They could have captured Moran at the cottage, he might not have needed to spend another 18 months being 'dead'. No, he needed to finish this case and then he could fix things with Molly. It was only another 17 days.

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Molly hadn't heard anything from Sherlock since the day she'd run out of his flat. Once again a small part of her had hoped he would seek her out, would give her some perfectly plausible explanation but once again she had heard nothing.

The last two weeks had been awful, she'd felt as though she were on auto-pilot. She'd go into work, do her job with limited enthusiasm, come home, spend the evening watching rubbish on the TV with Toby. It felt as though a part of her had died.

It was one such day when John burst into the lab towing a dishevelled Sherlock behind him, Mary and another tramp following behind. She had never seen Sherlock looking so scruffy, he looked, and smelt, like one of his homeless network. John had fury rolling off him in waves. He grabbed a beaker from the side and thrust it at Sherlock 'piss in here, git'.

Sherlock grimaced in disgust but he shambled off to the mens toilets whilst John flung himself onto a stool and turned to Molly. 'Sorry Molls I didn't know where else to take him. Would you believe I found him in a drugs den? Says he was there on a case but you know his history as well as I do...can you run the tests Molly? I don't want to make this official and involve the police or anything.'

'Yes, of course John'. Molly was shocked, she knew Sherlock would do a lot for his work, but to risk his health like this. She hoped John was wrong.

As it was the tests came back clean but Molly was still furious. She knew that she was sublimating some of her anger over their non existent relationship but she couldn't help herself. She went and stood in front of him.

Even dirty and dishevelled he was still gorgeous, she wished again she weren't so attracted to him but she was. She slapped him, once, twice, three times. 'How dare you throw away the beautiful gifts you were born with? How dare you betray the love of your friends? Say you're sorry!'

Molly saw the reciprocal anger flash in Sherlock's eyes. She felt the spike of lust rip through her as she remembered that night at the wedding. She knew, absolutely knew that Sherlock had the same memory. He spat back 'sorry your engagement is over, though I'm fairly grateful for the lack of a ring.'

'Don't, just don't.' She walked away leaving John to pick up the argument. She needed to get her feelings under control. He wasn't hers, not any more... if he ever was. He was someone else's responsibility now. She wondered if Janine knew about his sojourn in the drug dens and then decided she didn't care. Let someone else worry about him for once!

So sparks are still flying between them. Hope it's all sounding reasonable and fits.

It's much harder to write around the episodes rather than just doing your own thing.

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