His Best Friend (sherlolly)

10

Sherlock gave me his bed to sleep in, despite my refusals.

"I insist, Molly." He had said. He told me that since it was so late, and he didn't want me out alone at night, that I might as well stay here for the night, and tomorrow a schedule could be worked out.

Though he might protest, I don't think Sherlock Holmes is really a sociopath. I think he wishes he was, but i've seen him be too courteous and kind to others, though rare, to be a sociopath.

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I was brought back to consciousness by a soft knocking at the door.

"Molly?" Johns voice asked from the other side of the door.

"Molly, are you awake?"

I slowly rolled over taking a deep breath through my nose.

"I'm awake." My tired voice spoke, raspy and filled with mucus. I cleared my throat.

"Erm- Sherlock wants to talk to you, and Breakfast is just about ready." He meekly stated.

"I'll be out in a minute." I called back, more awake now. He had left after that. I got out of bed, and walked over to my back that was plopped on the floor, and pulled out a cranberry sweater and leggings. I slipped my feet in thick green socks, brushed my hair and put it into a bun. I tip toed into the living room, careful not to draw attention to myself.

"Molly, we need to discuss a schedule for you." Sherlocks voice croaked, voice thick with morning grogginess. I jumped at his voice. I had expected him to ignore me.

"Yeah..okay..." I hesitantly got up. We say down at a cluttered table pushed up against the wall. He pushed a few books to the side to make room for his elbows. I kept my hands in between my legs.

"Okay," he said, eyes meeting mine as he put his fingertips under his chin.

"I thought that John could walk you to work, you know since he's up at that time." His eyes widened for a second, like it was preposterous for people to be up early for their jobs.

"And that I could walk you home since I'm usually there with you." His eyes flashed up and into mine for a second.

"Then," John and I could take turns checking on you at about 11 PM" he paused and sat back, looking at me expectingly, like he wanted a round of applause.

"Molly," he leaned on his elbows again, putting his hands together, and resting his head on his fingertips.

"Your safety is my top priority, and I have to make sure that nothing happens to you." His eyes stared into mine. I looked down at my hands in my lap, fiddling with my fingers. I thought of protesting against all this security, but deep down, I knew it was for the best.

"Okay.." I squeaked. I cleared my throat and made a second attempt, sounding much more confident.

"Okay, thank you." I smiled and stood up. I walked into the kitchen just as John had finished making eggs. I thanked him as he handed me a plate. He smiled at me.

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We ate in uncomfortable silence after a few failed attempts at conversation. I left around 10 AM, and John insisted on walking me home. When we got to my door he turned to me and let out a big sigh.

"You need anything, just call." He smiled. I sensed he was holding something back. John leaned forward, closing his eyes, inching towards my lips. I turned my face sideways so his lips met my cheek. I felt horrible for doing that.