Why Are You My Remedy?

Chapter One: The Arrival

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello! I surprisingly am starting another fanfic! Sherlolly in rehab! Because what's more romantic than that? Anyways, nope. Don't own the babies that are Sherlock or Molly.

Also, discretion is advised considering this deals with drugs and addiction.

PS: Credit to @sherlolly_pop on IG for the idea. This also is her edit, I put the title name on it!

So thank you!

Enjoy my Sherlollians!

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"Welcome to Sunnyville! I am Dr. John Watson, and I will be your counselor for the evening."

Sherlock wore his usual navy blue hoodie over his head and awfully stained jeans with colors ranging from white to red.

He was, once again, in a rehab center.

Yes, he's taken visits to Sunnyville (ugh, what a stupid name) at least 45 times. Maybe more, mainly, he just sent someone from his Homeless Network to do the job... But this time, he decided he'd just give in.

Now they were actually talking to him. Trying to understand his... Feelings...

Someone shoot me now, Sherlock thought to himself.

"Ehem, what was that?" The doctor, John Watson, asked out.

Oops, guess he hadn't just thought that.

Everyone turned to him with raised eyebrows, all their eyes red and a bit discolored, even a bit glossy. Paled skin. Shaggy unruly hair... Everyone was a mess.

"I said... Shoot... Me... Now..." Sherlock rumbled in his deep voice, sneering at the preppy man.

Wearing a white and blue flannel shirt, hair all nice and neat, upbeat attitude, because drug abuse was something to be happy about.

"No problem." A female voice mumbled back. Sherlock glanced over at the female.

She seemed even gloomier than the rest.

Chestnut brown hair barely pulled up in a ponytail, deep bags under her eyes, skin even more pale than a newly washed white sheet, yet in someway she still seemed quite attractive.

"Now now, ladies and gentleman, I understand-" John tried to calm the mutters from the little circle they were in.

"What? Wouldn't it save you the time and money if I did?" This woman piped back, arms crossed as she leaned against a book case. Watson squeezed the crook of his nose in annoyance, and with a gruff replied.

"No, it would get you arrested, again, and him dead. Which would make his family sue us, which would be terrible, and we'd loose our business therefor, my time AND money."

The woman rolled her eyes

"Wouldn't that be a shame."

Sherlock smirks a little and sits up.

"You've been to jail?" Sherlock asked with curiosity. Hmm... She didn't seem like the type. She was skinny, seemed like the kind to hide behind a book or paperwork rather then be a street slum.

The woman chuckles and looks down to him, turning away from the wall she was staring at.

"Yep. Got arrested for selling booze to a bunch of underaged kids in an alleyway. Then after I got bailed out from my friends, I got arrested for drunk driving. You?"

Sherlock sighs and leans back, shrugging as he continues to smile.

"Not jail, just a bunch of drugs."

Molly sighs as well as she sits, a few people nodding.

"That why you're here?" Sherlock asks, hands behind his curly black hair, not touched with a brush since he arrived a week ago.

"Nope." Molly replied simply, pressing her lips together.

Sherlock tried to deduce, but after the agonizing week of detox, he couldn't think straight...

"So... Back on track now are we?" John Watson claps his hands together, still looking rather angrily annoyed.

Everyone moaned in agreement, and John nodded.

"Right then-"

Sherlock looks to the woman sitting a few empty seats away from him in the circle they were in.

"Sherlock."

He reaches out a hand.

The woman looks over and raises an eyebrow.

"Molly."

She doesn't shake his hand though, merely crosses her arms covered by an overgrown green jumper, and looks back to the counselor.

"Now, where were we?" He asks the group.

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There it is. Sorry if it's a bit... Eh. Hopefully it'll pick up! But for now, comment and like it up! :D