SHERLOLLY. The True Pairing.

PART 4

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"Hello Sherlock. You clever boy." in the dark of the room Sherlock could only see a figure. No face. Just a shadow in the dark. The figure walked over to the wall. Their high heels clicked on the cold tiled floor, and Sherlock knew it couldn't be John.

The light turned on and Sherlock finally saw the figure in her full form.

"Well. A 'hello' is normally what you'd say, three years after you saved my life." The Woman stood there in nothing but red heels and a black netted dressing gown. Her dark ivory hair was tied up in braids which formed a bun on top of her head and her lips were painted with blood red lipstick.

"Let's have dinner." Irene said at last, then spotted Molly who had moved to be beside Sherlock to get a better look. "Or would you like to have more time alone with your.. girlfriend." Sherlock choked on his words as he replied. "I.... I um... She's not my girlfriend. We were just-" Molly cut his words short with a slap.

"Not your girlfriend." she said "You come in here all 'I need you' and 'you were the thing I was missing' but I'm not your girlfriend!? What am i then? Just your snog partner? Your friend who you use when John isn't around for you? WHAT?" Sherlock turned to look at Molly who had burst into tears. He hugged her tight and kissed her on the head. Her arms wrapped around him and although she hated him right now, he was also the only person she wanted to be with. Sherlock lowered his head to whisper in her ear.

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