Hello all, I hope you're not too disappointed in Sherlock, it's hard for him to admit to having feelings. But it will get better, I promise!

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"Well, it took a little more time but it seems that even Molly Hooper is no exception to your ill-mood jabs. Don't know if I should feel relieved or worried. I'm sure you know that what you did is more than a little not good." Said John quietly next to Sherlock as Molly left the room. Quiet but not calm, unfortunately. The doctor had mastered cold anger to a degree that it might defy Mycroft's. "And this is not your usual nastiness, maybe would you care to explain to me why?"

"Again, John? We have a case, you know." Replied the irritated detective.

Since he'd escorted Molly to the morgue, Sherlock had felt john's gaze weighting on them alternately as if some great mystery was going to unravel any second. Not to mention the little scene before, surely something performed to rouse his jealousy – and he hated to admit that it had succeeded. So, Sherlock knew exactly what his blogger was going to say before he even uttered the words. Why people did keep their mind in the gutter, he would frankly never understand. And then, they have the nerve to berate him for his lack of caring for the victims. He, at least, was focused on something that would actually help them. As the thoughts played angrily in his mind, Sherlock straightened up from where he was scrutinizing the corpse. He was going to the other side of the slab when John stood in his path.

"Sherlock, I know that there has been a lot to process lately, but you can't just push everything back and ignore it altogether. You need to talk about this."

"John, we have a serial killer with quite the short cooling period. I do think that his victims would rather having me focused on finding him than rattling about whatever you think I need to rattle about." Countered Sherlock, side-stepping his blogger.

"Sherlock, you're slashing at everyone like a roused bear. Right now, I'm more concerned that people would actually try to pin this on you rather than find the killer. Is all that about, you know, what Nick Case said?" asked John with genuine care etched on its face.

At that Sherlock recoiled from his observation and shot a disdainful look at his friend:

"Why does everybody assume that sex bothers me?" asked Sherlock, annoyance dripping from his voice, but finally distracted from whatever observations he was doing on the corpse.

John planted his feet on the ground, crossed his arms, ready to engage in the difficult discussion. Mary would be proud of him, he knew. She'd always wondered about Sherlock's relationship with Molly but had recently been worried that the man would destroy everything in his fear of finding that he was no stranger to romantic feelings. As a result, she'd been urging her husband to try and pacify the detective before he went and botch any relationship he had with Molly. His wife had definitely very good hindsight about the detective's inner workings.

"Don't play dumb Sherlock. The sex angle was just a way for Case to needle you. The whole thing was more about whatever is going on between you and Molly." Finally said John, trying to remain calm in face of the pacing and grimacing of his best friend.

"John. There is. Nothing. Going on. Between. Molly and me. Stop romanticising everything it's become even more cumbersome than usual." Jerkily stated Sherlock.

"Yeah. Of course, I'm imagining all this. Surely. So is the man that's basically your psychic doppelganger." Came back John. As Sherlock opened his mouth to reply, John gestured wildly no and cut in "No, no. Sherlock. Don't try and deny it. He might have been crude about it and totally mistaken in regards to your sexual interest…."

John was going to continue when he heard a guffawing laugh from Sherlock. John, stopped.

"What?" snapped the army doctor.

"Once again, you don't hear me John. I'm not clueless about sexual activities nor am I asexual. I thought that I've always been clear about that: I'm married to my job. That doesn't mean that I'm not prone to arousal in a sexual manner." Spat angrily the detective.

"So, That's what you want to talk about? Your being or not a man of the flesh." John frowned. "Because, we both know you don't care a bloody thing about what people think about your sexuality. Again, I think you're deflecting the conversation not to talk about Molly." Pushed the blogger, rather like a bulldog with a bone in Sherlock's opinion.

This unusual stubbornness from John was the last draw to Sherlock's already frayed temper. Finally, all his pent-up emotions regarding his pathologist and the lover came to an end and the detective felt something snap inside of him:

"What about Molly, John? What do you need to know? How I have one of my network following her just so she should be kept safe? How I read every one of her article as soon as they get out? How I may have nicked one of her blue seamed stocking the last time I was at her flat so she wouldn't wear them with the lover? Would that satisfy you, John?" manically spat the detective.

John opened his mouth, trying to get a hold on what was spluttering the detective. The last time he'd seen his best friend that agitated, he'd been drugged by a powerful terror inducing chemical agent. But, of course, Sherlock didn't let his friend interrupt and kept in his frenzy:

"Of course, John, you'd like that. After all, it would compute your idea of me as an obsessive but unaware prick. And I'm that, to some extent. But what you cannot fathom John…" here, Sherlock chuckled darkly and it was a sound that John had never heard before " …is that I'm totally aware about what kind of feelings Molly Hooper arouses in me. Do you think I've never imagined what would her hair look like in my grip? That I never looked at her throat to discern the rush of her pulse and wondered under which circumstances I could get it to hasten? What do you think I do in the morning when I've had yet another dream about the time when she asked me for coffee?"

At that John's eyes went round. The time she'd asked him for coffee? That was years ago. Wasn't he in the middle of an experiment or something? With bruises and a ridding crop? Suddenly, as the image finally formed in his mind, John gulped loudly. That was definitely too much information.

"Oy, oy,oy. Stop it Sherlock!" he finally shouted.

Sherlock turned to him, finally breaking from his pacing around. "What John? Isn't this what you wanted?" he sneered.

"Mate, Molly surely wouldn't appreciate you shouting in her morgue that you might have been fantasizing about her. Especially after you managed to jostled her into cutting herself." Answered back John, a steely glint in his eyes.

Sherlock had the decency to look embarrassed at the display, an interesting shade

"Sorry, John. I guess, I've been acting a little… upset." Finally managed the detective.

"Unhinged, you mean." Clipped John. "At least no one heard, I'm not sure I'd have been able to handle another 'Sherlock Holmes, vampire' story." Grumbled John. At Sherlock's curious look, he added: "You know, the white skin, the dark aura, the sniffing thing you do and now with Molly getting out of the morgue with bloodied hands and you then shouting about your fantasies about her. It would have sent the rumours mills running."

Sherlock opened his mouth to say something along the line of people being idiots but finally chose to shut up. Instead, he stayed still and listened for the sign of human presence beside them. They stayed like this a little time, John taking on the opportunity to collect himself from his previous anger. After a while, with nothing else human than a hollowed out corpse beside them, they relaxed. And then, broke into a laugh as relief washed over them and Sherlock saying "A vampire, seriously?".

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I know that John should be berating Sherlock more about his attitude to Molly, but when did he really did? At least, now, we have Sherlock admitting to something, don't we? As for Sherlock as a vampire, I think we all imagined him as one, didn't we?