"What are you doing?" I ask Sherlock, who is occupied with his phone. He pushes all sorts of buttons and he is frustrated.

"Stupid phone." He sighs.

"Can I help?" I'm standing behind him and lean with my chin on his shoulder. "Give me!" I reach out my arm and take it out of his hands.

"Here you go." He responses ironically. I chuckle.

"It's this easy." I show him the right buttons and immediately he repeats what I've done. "Why you pressed all that buttons? If you want to send me a message, you can tell me personally." I joke.

"You may be and stay my boyfriend, this is none of you business." He reaches out his arms behind him and he is searching for my head. He rubs my hair and tries to look in this way to me.

"Not for long." I tease. I walk into the kitchen and turn on the kettle. "Tea?"

[15:30pm] Please :p :p –SH

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"Hey, Molly." It last a lot of time to get away out of the house. John was so kind to make some tea for me and I enjoyed it with him.

"Hey, Sherlock." She maintains distance.

"It's okay for Moriarty, our relationship?" I can remember the previous conversation with Molly at all. It's okay for Moriarty, but still has to authorize.

"Yes." She comes closer. She keeps my hands. I hate this feeling. I don't feel love, I feel nothing.

She tries to give me a kiss, but I take a step backwards.

"Sorry, ill." I invent. I had to meet up, or it would arouse suspicion. First have a nice day, and thereafter you do like there's nothing happened. You just don't. Even if you hate the person as much as can. "Besides, I have to go within a few minutes." I try to be romantic. Molly looks away for a second and opens her phone. She has a message.

"Moriarty wants to see you." She says shyly.

"Me? Why?"

"Overanxious."

"When?"

"As soon as possible." I don't want to meet him. I am a bit scared, but I am really curious too. "I have some time today."

"We can leave now, if you want to." She suggests. I take her hand and follow her out.

"Tell me about Moriarty." I ask knowingly. I want to know about him about as much as possible. Molly is the perfect help for it.

"Jim is his first name. But he invented Moriarty, because it seems cool. We are mostly of the time disagreed, but we can tell a lot to each other. He wants to meet you to see me happy. I know there lurks some love, deep in his heart." I nod knowingly. This sounds exactly as the relationship between Mycroft and me. "But I need to go now. Do you mind you have to meet Moriarty alone?" I kiss her quickly on the mouth and I nod knowingly again. She gives me the address and it seems very organised to me. "I'll see you later, Sherlock."

Nervously I walk into the street where the rendezvous is. I am going to have a conversation about the fakelove with Molly. This will be strange. The house is at the corner of the street. It looks deserted, but I risk to walk inside. The floor creaks and the wind crosses the entire house through the cracks. Downstairs there is nobody. I put a foot on the first step, and I start to doubt. This is too weird. My feeling says I have to go for it, but my heart wants me to stop. My heart starts to pounce and my breathing speeds up. I feel my hands become sweaty. It's just Moriarty... Moriarty, the mastermind.

I walk into the first door I see. It's dark and I panic immediately. Even so I sneak in the room and I'm searching for a light switch. Probably the electricity is switched off, so it doesn't make sense. While I am fumbling the wall to find the switch, I feel the wind in my neck. I am not alone here. Before I can turn around I feel strong hands who push me in the dark room. My arms reach out, but it still hurts to fall. They close the door behind me. Feeling on the ground, I crawl to the wall. This reminds me of that time with John, but this incident calls many other emotions. Love nor desire. But fear and loneliness.

At one point I feel legs. I touch up and I shy. It is really a human. Behind me I feel footsteps, and someone who whacks me with a hard object. The last thing I remember is the emery floor underneath my bottom. I get pulled on my arms. Thereafter my eyes closed.

Confused and tired I wake up. A bright light shines in my eyes, but otherwise the room is totally eclipsed.

"Finally awake? I thought you found sleeping a waste of time." A high, male voice says. The voice is recorded and isn't straight at all.

"If you are beaten down, you cannot change it." I snap back. I look at my strapped feet and the chair creaks. "What's the reason?"

"You are dating with Molly. I want to protect her." Footsteps come closer, the light dims.

"To torment me? Nice way." I response ironically.

"To know what you see in your future. So tell me." He commands. I have no clue what I have to tell. I really need to say what I want in the future? How about a house, or kids?

"A bright future, without an annoying brother."

"My nose is still hanging on my face?" He asks opinion to his minions, but they are just laughing.

I try to observe, with how many they are. The only thing I see is a light in my eyes and a floor under my feet. The footsteps are still coming closer. I can already calculate his shoe size. Probably a tall man, taller than me.

"I'll say you one thing." He starts. He reaches out his hand and rubs my cheeks. He circles with his finger in my curls and I try to shake him off. "Love. Very nice. Until you break it. You don't break the love with Molly. You stay with her forever. Forever." I nod my head, so he stops touching me.

Instead of going away, he stands next to me. He carefully rubs my hair. His head is too close to me and I try to turn my head. He lays a leg upon my leg and now he is sitting in my lap. I toss and try to thwart, but his is still sitting on me. This is a very uncomfortable situation. He softly leans forwards and he puts his lips on mine. His lips stay there for a while. Lovingly he rubs my cheek and his mouth is moving to the rhythm, to the music they lay on. Finally he stands up, but still in front of my feet.

"What are you doing? Is this the way to protect your sister?" I want to clear my mouth with my sleeve, but it is impossible.

"They always say a man and man kiss more romantically than a man and wife. More erotic and way better."

"No." I response laconically. I heavily move my body, so the rope is loosening. Because it is pinching very much. "And how I should now that?" I quickly add.

"Later if you are going to kiss her, you will feel the difference."

Of course, you idiot. It's nicer to kiss John than Molly. Molly is worthless.

"What if I stop the relationship?" I blackmail.

"Then your life is going to stop immediately." He responses spryly. He rubs again with his hand my cheek and I cannot control myself to bite in his finger. "First my nose and now my finger. You are a bad boy." He takes steps backwards and now there are coming twice as much footsteps to me. They hang duct tape on my mouth. "Sleep well." He walks away and on the backside of my head they hit me.

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