His Best Friend (sherlolly)

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I sat there for 30 minutes contemplating my options. I have just been threatened. What do I do? If I stay here alone I will surely be a goner, and I don't have any family to go to, not that I would put them in danger like that. Did I have any friends I could go to? Nikki was nice to me, but I don't think she'd be cool with me living with her. I needed protection, someone I could trust. John.

Quickly, I packed my things. I packed 3 sweaters and 3 tee shirts, a pair of jeans and leggings, my laptop and phone, along with their chargers, and a pair of sneakers. I put on a sweatshirt and put my hair in a bun, sticking as many hair pins in it as I could. I grabbed my purse, making sure my wallet was in there, and slipped on my flats.

I picked up the tote bag filled with my clothes, and walked outside. It was dark and vacant. I walked for a few minutes. There's no one behind you I told myself, but the feeling of eyes on my back grew and I started picking up my walking pace. Something in an alley knocked over and I screamed. I ran away from the place. It was too much for me to handle. I pressed my hands in my face and rubbed my cheeks and forehead. My cheeks were wet. Silent tears were falling, but I couldn't pay attention to them. I pulled at my hair and took a deep breath in. Calm down.

I arrived at 221B Baker street with red puffy eyes. How would I do this? It's 12:30 and everyone's probably asleep. I cautiously knocked on the door. Nothing. All of the sudden, footsteps came from inside the building. There stood a tired Sherlock with messy hair and his shirt undone. He looked at me.

"Molly why on Earth are you-" he squinted at me.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

I buried my face in his chest, trying not to cry, but tearing up.

"I'm scared." I whispered with a shaky voice. His hands found their way to my back, and awkwardly rubbed.

"Come inside.." He pulled me off of him. I quietly walked in, taking my shoes off, and setting my bags down. I sat down on a black couch pushed up against the wall. He put a box of tissues in my lap, and pulled a chair up a few feet away from me. I've seen this before. I was just another client.

I explained my situation to him, and he responded with 'mhmms' and stayed silent, soaking in every detail. When I was finished, he stayed silent.

"Molly," his voice interrupted my nervous thoughts.

"Go home." He said, almost laughing. "I've meet him, and you have nothing to be afraid of."

"You don't understand..." I started, not knowing how to finish my thought.

"Jim Moriarty is not who he says he is." I looked up at him he didn't hear his voice- his laugh. I'd never been so terrified in my life.

"Molly, i'm sure its fine-" he stopped.

His voice a horrified whisper.

"Did you say that his name was Jim Moriarty?" I nodded my head.

"Molly..." he trailed off.

"You are in grave danger."

A/N

IM SO SORRY THIS IS EXTREMELY SHORT AND LATE BUT OH MY GOD WHATS GOING TO HAPPEN? I KNOW AND YOU DONT HAHAHA.