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"Because you didn’t want me to think you’re the reason I almost died," she said bluntly, crossing her arms as well. "Now, if it wasn’t you, who was it?"
"Maybe something happened to break the seal?" Sherlock asked, looking at her, completely angered that she'd think he'd be so stupid. He didn't know what the trap was, sure, but he also knew it meant something.
David sat Indian style on the couch and tilted his head at him. “What kind of experiments?”
"I consider myself a scientist with little of the science," Sherlock said with a smirk. "I am fascinated by the world and am determined to find out how as much of it works as I can."
"What's your full name?"
"William Sherlock Scott Holmes," he said with a slight smirk. "Dreadful sounding, isn’t it?"
"What?" Erin exclaimed, her eyes wide. She watched Sherlock for a few moments and realised he was being completely serious. "With experiments, I assume."
"Yes," Sherlock said, a brightness in his eyes at the memories, although they were not entirely pleasant ones. "My poor dear mother."
"I feel… cold…"
Sherlock rushed to the woman’s side, looking into her eyes. Her eyes had always been a major point of fixation for Sherlock. “What happened to you?” he asked, his eyes narrowed thoughtfully. He was trying to see more into what was going on, but he had a feeling that like many things associated with the mysterious woman, it was not easily explained by his mundane logic.
"… A little," she replied when he asked her a question as he placed his hand on her forehead. Dreamer closed her odd eyes as soon as she felt his warm on her cold skin. She grabbed the edge of the blanket tightly so she wouldn’t feel any cold from outside.
"Yes, you are warming up a bit, but your core temperature is a bit cold," Sherlock murmured, deep concern in his eyes. He cared so much for her. "Hold that tight let me up the heat a bit."
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"Please don't leave again."
Molly looked over her shoulder and shivered her arms wrapped around her waist. “Sherlock…you know what will happen if I stay and you know I can’t say no to you.” she mumbled not daring to look at him knowing the hold that the alpha had hold of her.
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Molly giggled. “You look very happy about those ideas.” She said softly. She had to admit she was excited about everything, she never thought she would find a mate to have pups with but here she was with a man she was so deeply in love with.
"I am," he admitted softly, leaning down and pressing his lips to hers. His Molly was the most special woman in the world and he was going to do right by her. He swore to it with all of his heart.
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Lacey nodded slowly, glancing out the window. The buildings were much more familiar now. “Hopefully, that won’t be necessary,” she hummed, glancing through her bag idly before tossing it over her shoulder and flashing a smile at him. “I’ll contact you once everything is settled.”
"I'll be in touch," Sherlock murmured, trying to keep his fear calm and relaxed. It was hard though.
"What's your full name?"
"William Sherlock Scott Holmes," he said with a slight smirk. "Dreadful sounding, isn’t it?"
"Most children are, it’s normal," Erin said with a small shrug. "I used to get in trouble constantly when I was a child, and my parents were always running after me." She smiled. "Once, my dad had to climb a tree to get me because I wouldn’t get down."
"I was stubborn too," he said softly, looking at her and smiling just lightly. "I nearly burnt our house down more than once."
"I feel… cold…"
Sherlock rushed to the woman’s side, looking into her eyes. Her eyes had always been a major point of fixation for Sherlock. “What happened to you?” he asked, his eyes narrowed thoughtfully. He was trying to see more into what was going on, but he had a feeling that like many things associated with the mysterious woman, it was not easily explained by his mundane logic.
Dreamer followed his lead and sat on the couch carefully. She didn’t expect from him keeping close to her, and his warmth made her feel better than before. Her blueish-pink lips chattered a little as she put her cheek on his shoulder. “… Sorry…” She apologized quietly.
"Don't apologize," Sherlock said as he sat close to her. "Do you feel like you're warming up?" he asked as he touched his hand to her forehead.
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"I’m hoping just ill," Sherlock murmured with a wry smile, as he came out of the bathroom. His symptoms rather did mirror that of someone who was expecting a child. First, he had thrown up a couple of times in the last few days and the smell of food was really bothersome. Second, he felt on edge, irritable. "If I’m pregnant, I do hope I find the father." He chuckled.
Dreamer smiled a little before she went out from his room. As she came out from his room, she walked towards his laptop that setted on the table. Once she opened it, she began to research about his illness. How could a male can have this illness like a pregnant woman.
Sherlock closed his eyes and eventually fell into a deep sleep. He was also bloody tired on top of it. He snoozed for quite awhile, until he started to stir uncomfortably.
"Your arm is not supposed to bend like that."
"An astute analysis," Sherlock murmured, holding tightly to his obviously broken left arm. The detective was feeling quite huffy after the case went quite wrong. "Would you like to accompany me to the hospital, perhaps?" He loathed hospitals, but he wasn’t going to solve anything with this busted arm.
"Well, I could take care of that myself in my office…" Jack murmured as he kept looking at the arm. "But if you prefer people asking questions about how that happened then of course I’m all in to accompany you and hear you shouting and overanalysing nurses. Sounds like a lot of fun."
"I detect sarcasm," Sherlock said with a light laugh, although he used it to hide his grimace. Sherlock hated showing that he was in pain, but he was definitely hurting pretty badly. "To be honest, this hurts too much to go to a hospital. That sounds great."
"Just because I'm your whore for the night doesn't mean you get permission to treat me like one."
"I didn’t intend to treat you like anything…" Sherlock murmured awkwardly.
She chuckled. “Oh, you say that. But I don’t think you mean it. And I don’t think I will.” Jamie enjoyed the silence of walking for a little bit, enjoying the time and the surprisingly homey smell of his coat. “Oh! This is it!” She skipped a few feet ahead of him and grabbed the handle of the coffee shop door to open it for him. “You’ll love it. Please, anything you want, on me.”
"I do mean it," Sherlock said honestly. There was nothing that could make him sick of her. When they entered the room, Sherlock breathed in the thick smell of coffee and general warmth. It was comforting.
"I’m not sure I believe you." Liz stood, looking him dead in the eye, gaze turned from affirming to accusatory rather quickly. "We both know you were the only other person who knew it was there. Don’t lie."
"Why would I lie to you?" he asked her softly, crossing his arms. Sherlock knew that Liz was the expert on these things and he trusted her expertise.
David shrugged running a hand through his blonde hair. “Don’t know. What do you like do in your spare time?” He asked.
"I work on my experiments," Sherlock said with a smile on his face. Sherlock had varied interests.
"Please don't leave again."
Molly looked over her shoulder and shivered her arms wrapped around her waist. “Sherlock…you know what will happen if I stay and you know I can’t say no to you.” she mumbled not daring to look at him knowing the hold that the alpha had hold of her.
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Molly smiled softly. “I’m glad you believe me now love.” she said softly and kissed Sherlock back wrapping her arms around him. “I can’t wait to start our family together, can you imagine our own little pups.” she said grinning.
Sherlock broke into a huge smile as he imagined the various things in their future: Molly, pregnant with their pups, watching the first moment that she held them in her arms. There was so much in their future.
"Your arm is not supposed to bend like that."
"An astute analysis," Sherlock murmured, holding tightly to his obviously broken left arm. The detective was feeling quite huffy after the case went quite wrong. "Would you like to accompany me to the hospital, perhaps?" He loathed hospitals, but he wasn't going to solve anything with this busted arm.
