Why Are You My Remedy?

Chapter Two: Cigarette Smoke

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello fellow Sherlollians! Chapter two is here! Yay! :D

Note: I do not own the babies that are Sherlock, Molly, or any other Sherlock character

Also, viewer's discretion advised, this does deal with drugs and such.

Sherlock sits at the ashy grey cafe table, messing around with the food on his plate.

His head spins both up, down, left, and right, swirling vibrant colors in his mind... It sucked terribly, being away with what took away his pain, and his eyes glossed over as he just thought of it... The powder, the smell, the feeling it gave him... Like he could jump off a building and fly.

Everyone in the lunchroom were talking, looking like they were feeling better, while he looked like he was hit by a bus.

As his thoughts were crowded by the villainous thoughts of his drugs, he all of a sudden hears the usual shouting of the small man known as John Watson.

"MS HOOPER, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?!"

Sherlock groggily turns his head away from the vulgar creamy yellow eggs and meat that made him want to throw up, and sees Molly leaning against the wall, a cigarette between her long slender fingers, and in between her thin rosy pink chapped lips.

"Having a smoke, what are you doing?" She snaps as she lets out a puff. A bunch of people sped out of the room as she merely raised an eyebrow at John.

John lets out a puff, and runs his fingers through his short blonde hair.

"Where did you even get that?" He shakes his head as he takes the cigarette, and throws it on the floor.

Molly watches the ashes underneath John's brown leather shoes with a longing, and looks as if she was in a trance.

"Someone gave em to me." She says slowly, thinking about each word.

John shakes his head, searching her pockets for the pack.

When he pulls out the red pack, he trashes them and pinches the bridge of his nose once he comes back in front of her.

"Ms. Hooper, what did I tell you about-"

"Here." Molly hears a voice, and turns to see Sherlock handing her another pack.

The tall man, with the glossed over eyes and the ugly trampled clothes, was being nice today.

"Can't embrace the day without a smoke." He looks at John with a smug little smile, and pockets his hands.

"Good morning." And steps away back to his table.

Molly pouts her lips as John looks at Molly with a bit of a puff.

"What am I going to do with you two?" He gives up and walks away.

Molly turns her head to look at Sherlock, and slowly makes her way to him.

Sherlock continues to mix around the food that made him want to throw up, and doesn't notice the red colored pack being set on the table.

"Thanks."

Sherlock looks up with a surprised expression, and puts the pack back into his pocket.

"For what?" He asks with a bit of an expression that feigned cluelessness.

Molly saw this and rolled her eyes.

"For standing up for me."

Sherlock waved it off.

"I was doing nothing of the sort. I know you can handle yourself. I was just giving an addict another addiction to piss off our favorite counselor."

Molly smiled a little, and Sherlock swore he saw a bit of an innocence in it.

"You want to get a coffee?" Molly asked, and Sherlock shrugged.

"Black, two sugars. I'll be in my room."

Sherlock grunted as he stood up, and Molly groaned.

"I meant with me."

Sherlock once again was taken by surprise as he turned around, and squinted his eyes at her, trying to make a deduction but failing.

"I'm sorry, but I believe that's against the rules here." Sherlock smirked as he took a step closer to this mystery woman.

Molly, with her baggy eyes and messy hair, took a step forewords and smirked back.

"And since when were you for following the rules, Mr. Holmes?" Molly jokes right back, and this makes Sherlock chuckle.

He steps closer, and Molly looks almost confused as he leans down to meet her face with his, and whispers.

"And since when did you start breaking them?"

Sherlock saw that Molly's eyes had dilated, and Molly saw how shocked he looked in this moment.

"Excuse me, but we have group soon. Have to... Prep myself."

And with that he spins on his heel and drifts away.

Molly stood there bewildered, watching the poorly dressed man leave.

"Molly Hooper, what have you got yourself into?" She asks herself aloud.

Hope you enjoyed this chapter a little more than the one before this!

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