When worlds collide (A Sherlolly Fanfiction)

Chapter 5

Sherlock's POV

I woke to the smell of eggs cooking in the kitchen and moaned. I knew Molly would make me eat, but I wasn't hungry. I looked at my bedside clock. 7:00 am! This woman gets up early! I knew I wasn't about to fall back asleep anyway, so I got up. As I got out of bed, I ran my hands down my shirt to realize that it was soaked in sweat. Gross! I whipped it off and stretched my arms over my head as I walked into the kitchen. I opened my eyes, recovering from my yawn and stopped dead in my tracks. Molly stood by the stove, head in hands, sobbing. I walked up to her and wrapped my arms around her shaking body.

"Molly, calm down, please, you're safe now, he won't hurt you." I whispered into her ear, switching off the stove.

"He called me, Sherlock, on my mobile, he threatened me," Molly sobbed into my shoulder.

"Give me the phone," I said, letting go of her and holding my hand out

"Please." Molly handed me her mobile and I threw it on the ground and stomped on it, hard I checked to make sure it was not useable anymore, it wasn't. "There," I said, "problem solved."

Molly put her head back onto my chest and took a shaky breath. I rubbed circles on her back.

"It's okay Molly, that bastard wouldn't dare touch you with me around." And I meant it, I hated that guy with my whole being and I swear if I ever saw him again, I will fucking murder him.

"Thank you, Sherlock, you are such a great friend," Molly said, still close to me, but looking up at me, I don't know why my stomach dropped at that comment. I knew I liked her, but do I love her? I guess I will find out. I leaned down and kissed her gently on the forehead.

"Your welcome." Yep, I definitely loved her. Molly put her arm around my neck and pulled me down into a passionate, but gentle kiss. Her lips tasted so sweet that I realized that I wouldn't regret this decision. I pinned her to a wall and deepened the kiss. Just then, my mobile rang. Molly looked over at the mobile in the table, breaking this kiss.

"Sher-" I interrupted her with another kiss.

"It can wait." I said kissing her neck.

"It's Lestrade," she said. I sighed and picked up the phone. I answered it and plopped down on the couch with a huff.

"This better be good." I said grumpily, still upset to have been interrupted.

"Oh," he replied, "it is."