#sherlockmusing

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Sherlock wrapped his arms around her, hugging her close. “Nothing else happened?” he asked softly, stroking her hair. “I’ll ask mummy, okay? I’ll find out what caused this.” Sherlock was insanely protective of Jemma, really. She was the perfect little girl, even though she was rambunctious as he used to be as a child.

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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She waited for him to get back to the flat. Sitting on the sofa, her knuckles bloodied and bruised. She looked over her hand, stretching it out and making a fist again. She sighed before rolling her hand through her hair. She had a cut in there too, must have been from the head butt. She chuckled, before glancing down at the creature laying in the middle of the flat, knocked out and just as bad. She had done a number on him.

Ziencora rolled her shoulders, leaned back and let out a sigh.

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Walking home had been the hardest part. Home. She had to think of it as her home now too, she smiled lightly, but how would Sherlock take it? He wasn't exactly the domestic type. Both of them enjoyed the rush of life, the take of what was coming around the corner. Through all the cases, all the near deaths, was it the right time for them...and this?

Before she new it she was standing in from of 221 B Baker Street and staring at the numbers in front of her face. She breathed in through her nose and stepped inside. Might as well get it over with.

           Look, a dragon afraid of something, go figure.

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It had been raining for weeks, off and on. The rain just seemed sadder, quieter, like it knew what was going to happen and what was to come. Her feet hit the ground, splashing puddles all around. She had her coat over her shoulders, yet it looked torn, as if she had had a knife ripped through it a few times.

She ran down the road until she hit the street she needed to be at. Quickly, she came up to 221 B and scaled the side of the building. She couldn't be knocking on the door, no one needed to see her, but him.

As soon as she reached the top, she came through an open window dripping wet and stood in the kitchen. She let out a breath, and how much of this place hadn't changed. Her glowing blue eyes were under the hood of her jacket, yet as she looked up, her blue eyes slightly faded in glow to the light.

"Oh..hello Sherlock. I didn't see you there."