Everything that Kills Me - Part 3
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darnedchildSummary: Dreams. Fevered, erotic, all consuming. A woman whose beauty takes his breath away. Sherlock doesn’t ever want to wake up.
Rating: M
Everything that Kills Me
Part 3
Sherlock rubbed his eyes for what felt like the thousandth time that day. He had things to do, samples to analyse, results to decipher, a counterfeiter to locate… If only he could focus.
He felt absurd to even think it, but even he had to admit he might have been pushing himself just a little too hard of late, as Molly—no, not Molly, it was his subconscious mind—had insisted.
Sherlock jerked upright at the touch of John’s hand on his shoulder. “You okay?” John asked with real concern in his voice.
“I’m fine. I’m not a child, I don’t need mothering,” He snapped before he could bite back the irritated words.
John narrowed his eyes in a silent warning that he didn’t appreciate Sherlock’s tone, but he did lift his hands up and back away.
“Sorry. I’m just-“ Exhausted. I just want to sleep for a bit. Just crawl into bed and pass out and maybe see her and… No! Thoughts like that were the reason he hadn’t allowed himself more than brief catnaps over the last week.
“Being a prick?” John supplied. “Yeah, I’m used to it.”
Molly raised her head and frowned from her spot at another lab table. “Maybe we all need to take a break for a few minutes. Coffee?”
Coffee. Sherlock definitely needed a cup of coffee. “Yes, please. Thank you, Molly.”
She gave him a brilliant smile and started to head to the door before she remembered to ask John if he wanted one.
He waited until she was gone to turn back to Sherlock. “What was that?”
“What was what?”
“You, with the please and thank you instead of tossing off your order like the Lord of the Manor.”
“Really, John?” Sherlock scoffed. “Lord of the Manor?”
“You’re trying to change the subject.”
Sherlock made a show of turning back to the computer screen and ignoring John completely. That lasted less than thirty seconds before John started speaking again. “You know, there’s something that’s been puzzling me for a while.”
“Just the one thing? Surprising.” He continued to stare at the screen and hoped John would take the hint.
“Prick.” John pulled out the stool next to Sherlock and made himself comfortable. Sherlock mentally groaned as he realized his friend wasn’t going to be put off. “Have you ever wondered how Molly managed to keep Moriarty’s attention as long as she did?”
“He was using her to get to me,” Sherlock reminded him. “You know that.”
“Well, yeah, but that would only go so far. Can you see Jim Moriarty sitting through a couple of nights of stupid American sitcoms just to get close to you for five minutes?” John shook his head. “No way.”
Now he had Sherlock’s full attention. “Is there a point to this?”
“I’m just saying, he could have followed Molly down to the lab or the observation deck at the morgue to accidentally run into you at any point after that first date, couldn’t he? So why did he drag it out as long as he did?” John chuckled. “You know what they say.”
“No, I don’t think I do. What do they say?”
“It’s always the quiet ones you have to look out for.”
Sherlock didn’t bother to hide his irritation. “Really, John. You don’t have anything better to do than gossip about a colleague?”
John had the good grace to look a little guilty.
Still, when Molly backed her way into the lab with three cups of coffee carefully balanced in her hands, Sherlock couldn’t help but think about what John had said. Why did Moriarty wait so long to start the last act of his plan?
Was he simply waiting for one last detail to fall into place? Or was there something about quiet little Molly Hooper that kept drawing one of the most dangerous men on the planet back?
“Here you go. Black, two sugars. Just the way you like it.” Molly set the cup of coffee as far away from the computer as she could get it and still have it in Sherlock’s reach. She nodded toward the screen. “Did your results come back yet?”
Her smile was wide and innocent and exactly as it had been every other time she’d smiled at him over the years.
He shook off John’s insinuations and took a cautious sip of the coffee before answering her. “Not yet.”
Part 1 / Part 4
Rating: M
Everything that Kills Me
Part 3
Sherlock rubbed his eyes for what felt like the thousandth time that day. He had things to do, samples to analyse, results to decipher, a counterfeiter to locate… If only he could focus.
He felt absurd to even think it, but even he had to admit he might have been pushing himself just a little too hard of late, as Molly—no, not Molly, it was his subconscious mind—had insisted.
Sherlock jerked upright at the touch of John’s hand on his shoulder. “You okay?” John asked with real concern in his voice.
“I’m fine. I’m not a child, I don’t need mothering,” He snapped before he could bite back the irritated words.
John narrowed his eyes in a silent warning that he didn’t appreciate Sherlock’s tone, but he did lift his hands up and back away.
“Sorry. I’m just-“ Exhausted. I just want to sleep for a bit. Just crawl into bed and pass out and maybe see her and… No! Thoughts like that were the reason he hadn’t allowed himself more than brief catnaps over the last week.
“Being a prick?” John supplied. “Yeah, I’m used to it.”
Molly raised her head and frowned from her spot at another lab table. “Maybe we all need to take a break for a few minutes. Coffee?”
Coffee. Sherlock definitely needed a cup of coffee. “Yes, please. Thank you, Molly.”
She gave him a brilliant smile and started to head to the door before she remembered to ask John if he wanted one.
He waited until she was gone to turn back to Sherlock. “What was that?”
“What was what?”
“You, with the please and thank you instead of tossing off your order like the Lord of the Manor.”
“Really, John?” Sherlock scoffed. “Lord of the Manor?”
“You’re trying to change the subject.”
Sherlock made a show of turning back to the computer screen and ignoring John completely. That lasted less than thirty seconds before John started speaking again. “You know, there’s something that’s been puzzling me for a while.”
“Just the one thing? Surprising.” He continued to stare at the screen and hoped John would take the hint.
“Prick.” John pulled out the stool next to Sherlock and made himself comfortable. Sherlock mentally groaned as he realized his friend wasn’t going to be put off. “Have you ever wondered how Molly managed to keep Moriarty’s attention as long as she did?”
“He was using her to get to me,” Sherlock reminded him. “You know that.”
“Well, yeah, but that would only go so far. Can you see Jim Moriarty sitting through a couple of nights of stupid American sitcoms just to get close to you for five minutes?” John shook his head. “No way.”
Now he had Sherlock’s full attention. “Is there a point to this?”
“I’m just saying, he could have followed Molly down to the lab or the observation deck at the morgue to accidentally run into you at any point after that first date, couldn’t he? So why did he drag it out as long as he did?” John chuckled. “You know what they say.”
“No, I don’t think I do. What do they say?”
“It’s always the quiet ones you have to look out for.”
Sherlock didn’t bother to hide his irritation. “Really, John. You don’t have anything better to do than gossip about a colleague?”
John had the good grace to look a little guilty.
Still, when Molly backed her way into the lab with three cups of coffee carefully balanced in her hands, Sherlock couldn’t help but think about what John had said. Why did Moriarty wait so long to start the last act of his plan?
Was he simply waiting for one last detail to fall into place? Or was there something about quiet little Molly Hooper that kept drawing one of the most dangerous men on the planet back?
“Here you go. Black, two sugars. Just the way you like it.” Molly set the cup of coffee as far away from the computer as she could get it and still have it in Sherlock’s reach. She nodded toward the screen. “Did your results come back yet?”
Her smile was wide and innocent and exactly as it had been every other time she’d smiled at him over the years.
He shook off John’s insinuations and took a cautious sip of the coffee before answering her. “Not yet.”
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