In the Tub (A Sherlolly Fanfic)

Despair

Sherlock watched stone faced as the nurse gently pushed Molly back into the bed. Molly resisted, but only slightly. "He was in here!"

"I was at nurse's station the entire time. Nobody could have gotten past me." The nurse's voice was chiding. "I'll have to call the doctor to to get the I.V. back in."

The nurse brushed past Sherlock and John looking very comtemptous. Sherlock watched her leave, feeling slightly angry. He pulled his phone out and dialed Lestrade's number. "I need a protection detail on Molly."

John walked over to Molly's bedside and  began to speak words of comfort.

"Protection? Why?" Lestrade sighed. "I thought it was just a mugging." 

"Apparently not." His eyes flicked back up to John and Molly.

"It's not my division, but I'll see what I can do."

"He was here!" Molly insisted. The panic was clear in her voice. Sherlock watched her carefully. He wanted to be normal, so he could comfort her. Like John was.

Sherlock felt a wave of jealousy that John was the one to comfort her. It should be me. Sherlock blinked in suprise. Why was he feeling this way. You know better than that. You of all people know better than that. Sherlock shook his head slightly. He wouldmake her hate him, then he would lose an important friend.

"He was five foot nine. He has a limp. And he is a possible smoker." Sherlock concluded. John and Molly looked up in suprise.

"You believe me?" Molly smiled gratefully. A rush of happiness filled his chest. Her smile brushed over his body like a fire. He quickly snuffed it out.

"There is no need to believe. The evidence is all around us." He walked over to the doorway. "You can se a slight trail. There is a foot print beside a long trail where a leg was dragged. You can also tell his height from his footprint. I got the possibility of being a smoker from Molly's original description."

"It's not a possibilty." Molly looked down at her lap. "He doesn't smoke. Thats just the way his voice is."

John looked at Molly in confusion. "How do you know?"

Sherlock walked to the other side of her bed. He grasped her chin and forced her to look up at him. "Molly." He leaned in slightly. He stared directly into her eyes, searching for an answer. Her breathing quickened and her cheeks flushed. "What are you not telling me?"

"Um- He- Um, I can't tell you." She studdered nervously. Molly ripped herself away from his grasp and stared at the wall. Molly looked like she was trying to ignore him.

"How can I help you, if you won't answer me?" Sherlock rested hs hand on the edge of her bed. He leaned in further, trying to catch her attention.

Her head whipped around. "Did you ever think that maybe I don't need your help?" Anger emanated from every inch of Molly.

John sighed. "Molly, don't be ridiculous. You're the one who called us."

Molly's face turned beet red and she glowered at the blanket. Sherlock leaned even further in. His lips a hairsbreath away from her ear. He could feel her shaking. "Please."

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Molly nearly melted at the sound of his voice in her ear. If I turn now, our lips could meet. Molly imagined catching Sherlock in a suprise kiss. She could only imagine his reaction.

"Please." Sherlock whispered once more.

"Um, okay. Sure." She swooned slightly. "What were you asking me again?"

He stayed exactly where he was.  "Can you please tell me what you know about your attacker?"

Molly looked up and noticed that John was wearing his "I'm incredibly pissed and I will kill you later" face. It was a face he reserved for Sherlock. I wonder whats wrong with him. 

Molly turned her head slowly and looked up at Sherlock. She felt very confused and fainting seemed like a real possibility. "What were you asking for again." Sherlock smiled. He knew that he had her now.

"I was wondering if, perhaps, you could tell me what you know about your attacker. You obviously know who he is."

"He is my father." Molly looked back down at her hands, ignoring John's surprise. Sherlock didn't react except he stood up straight again, sadly. "Six months into my mother's pregnancy, he went on a viscious murder spree when he was on a buisness trip in Ireland. He went to jail, with a sentence of-" Moly blanked out. How long was it? She shook her head in shame. "He went to jail until he was released two weeks before my ffteen birthday. My mother and I were living in Middlesbrough."

Sherlock's hand brushed by hers as he shifted. She felt her chest burst with pleasure. Then she froze as she remebered the story she was telling. "Um, on my fifteenth birthday I had a slumber party. It was mostly of girls that I didn't care for, and they didn't care for me either. Even so they didn't deserve that. Around seven my mother went to go pick pizza up for us. If she hadn't left I- I don't know what I would've done."

Sherlock's hand rested on her shoulder. She looked at his hand. He gently removed it. He had only placed his hand there to settle her shaking.

"I went upstairs to my mother's master bathroom to borrow some of her make up for a game. I was only gone for a few seconds. " Molly looked up, her eyes staring staight into Sherlock's. "Only a few seconds before the screaming started."

Molly looked back down at her hands. John walked over to her bedside and grabbed her hand. "I was so afraid. I didn't even try to help, or call the police." A sob pushed through her mouth. John gave her hand a gentle squeeze. "I only survived by turning off all the light and hiding in my mum's tub.

"It was then I decided I wanted to help fight crimes. I was too cowardly to try to become a cop, so I became a pathologist.

"I'm sorry you went through that, Molly." John whispered giving her hand another squeeze.

"I am too." Molly looked up in surprise at Sherlock. He shot a dark look at John before shifting his attention back to her. He leaned in and gave her a kiss on her forehead. She could only stare at him. "We'll stay here until your discharged." And then, he gave her one of his rare smiles.

Author's Rant:

Did you like my "not my division" reference. I like fandom references like that, so even if it makes my story cheesy, they will be in there.

Thank y'all so much for your comments in the last chapter. I don't think that you guys realize just how much they mean to me. I've never had so much feedback on a story before. Good or bad.

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