30 Days. (Part 1 of the 30 Days fanfic series)

Sixteen: Mary Morstan

I decided to make this the last chapter. Yep. My heart was telling me this is where I need to stop, so this is where I'm going to end this fanfic. I had a lot of fun writing it, and I've honestly never written something so intense; I think this would even be more intense than my The Sociopath 'fic. It felt like a bumpy road writing this one, because some days I would stress out, others I would almost give up. I would like to thank everyone who gave this a read or a vote, and I hope you enjoyed it. I plan to make this into a "six-book" series, this one being the first, so expect a cliffhanger at the end of this chapter, hehe.

P.S.: If you're wondering, "Why the username change?" Well, I have an A03 account of which my user is JamKittensFanfics. To avoid confusion and people assuming I'm stealing fanfics from another person, I changed my user on here to match with the one I have on AO3, haha. I don't know why I have to be a difficult person; I could've made my user TheMotherofPages. Ah, oh well. Lol. Despite the username, I will still be writing stories on here, not just fanfics. I'm still trying to work on The Book of A Thousand Worlds and am currently working on a new short story for a friend. I won't change the name on the titles of previous fanfics/stories or current ones, though. But I will be for The Sociopath sequel, as I plan to change the cover as well as the title. I realized it kind of sounds dumb and lengthy, lol. Anyway, enjoy!
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Sherlock had fallen asleep after an hour of sitting and staring at nothing, too eager to fall asleep. But he had eventually decided to get some much-needed rest, finally acknowledging his exhaustion and not wanting to wake John, or Molly---who also had went to sleep, before Sherlock had. Now the small woman was the first to wake up, stretching and yawning. After rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she stood and turned to walk over to a shelf, in which she kept the supply of food. She grabbed three nutritious granola bars and walked back over to the two men; both had woken up, and quickly reached out to catch a granola bar that Molly tossed to each of them.

Molly settled down on the floor before opening her own breakfast bar and taking a bite. Sherlock and John did likewise, surprised at their own ravenous hunger. Silence settled down upon the stowage room like a mist as pathologist, detective, and doctor ate their small breakfast. Once finished with his own bar, Sherlock decided that it was now a perfect opportunity to tell Molly and John about the cure; he could feel the tension and gloominess in the air. A bit of good news should perk them up, he thought to himself.

"I have some good news to tell," he began. "I figured out what the cure is."
Molly and John's eyes widened simultaneously. "Really? What is it?" Molly asked eagerly, sounding like a very curious child.
"A type of medicine the doctors gave me, which cured me when I was in the state." Sherlock explained. "I had to dig deep down into my memory by going into my Mind Palace to find this out. I just know one of the key ingredients of this medicine includes marijuana." John stared at Sherlock.
"Really? Well, no wonder why they wouldn't tell me! But I should've known. . ." John added the last part in a mutter mostly to himself, shaking his head.

"Perhaps you should've. Would have been more of a help if you did." Sherlock said bluntly, looking at his flatmate.
Yeah, but you're the one who got us into this bloody mess in the first place. . . John wanted to say aloud, but kept it to himself. Instead, he only gave Sherlock a look. "Sherlock. . ." he said, sounding like a stern mother. Sherlock frowned, looking like a child who got himself into trouble. "Sorry." he mumbled. Molly looked between the pair, thinking to herself that they looked all to the world like a gay couple. She smiled to herself. Sherlock and John both turned to her. "What?" they asked in puzzled unison. The pathologist shook her head. "Nothing," she answered quickly.

But she somehow knew the detective and doctor were in love with each other. Smitten, even. Yes, it was true Molly was once smitten for Sherlock at one point, but seeing how John made him smile the brightest, how John made him so happy and lively, it made her choose to move on. She was happy as long as the high-functioning sociopath was happy.
"So, where do we find this medicine?" Molly quickly added after a brief pause, wanting to change the subject that suddenly became quite awkward. Now wasn't the time to talk about who had a crush on who like some high school kids. An apocalypse meant survival, action, and business. Focusing on the task ahead was vital. Sherlock became silent for a moment before responding.
"I would say St. Bart's Hospital. . . But the building caught on fire. I highly doubt we will find any if more were made and stashed away. But I can make it."