Even the sweetest characters get frustrated with their players after a while.

[thewomanwhocounts]

 So let me get this straight:

First you were excited because I had a happy sex life, and now you're happy that my engagement didn't work? So you want me to... have sex, but not be in an actual relationship? Or was it that you just didn't like Tom?

Speaking of Tom, he wasn't 'useless'! Just because you didn't see much of him doesn't mean that he wasn't a very lovely man. And just because we broke it off doesn't mean he turned out to be a sociopath after all! Do you even know what that word means?

And for your information, while we're on the subject of men, I am over him. It was just uncomfortable watching him with that Jeanine woman because, you know. It was. John was clearly uncomfortable. So can we please stop talking about it?

Lastly, no, I don't know how he's back, but if he is, it's something Sherlock's going to have to deal with, and I'll help him if I can. I always help Sherlock. Yes, the slapping was helping. No, it wasn't funny. At least pretend to be mature once in a while, okay?

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[thewomanwhocounts]

[Excuse Molly as she tenses a bit, blinking in surprise and trying (and failing) to resist the color rising to her cheeks.]

Um... what for?

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[He offers her a faint smile.]

You saved my life. [He reconsiders.] Well, actually no, I saved my life, but my mind palace projected an image of you and that certainly saved my life. Gave proper advice and asked appropriate questions.

[thewomanwhocounts]

Oh.

[She doesn't quite know what that means, not exactly, but she still offers a small smile at that.]

I guess your mental image of me is more helpful than the real me, then. I guess I should be glad for it.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[He chuckles softly.]

Less violent at the very least.

[His look turns a little more serious.]

So... are we good?

[thewomanwhocounts]

....

[She looks at him for a long time, looking a bit torn.]

Are you sure you're all right? Because if you look me in the eye now and lie to me later, I might do worse than slap you.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[He nods once solemnly.]

Fine. I mean there was that little four-minute exile I experienced. But I'm fine.

[thewomanwhocounts]

And I'm sure you missed us all terribly in those four minutes.

... though I sort of hope this whole thing is just a prank and your brother jumped the gun. Not that I'm not glad to keep you close - I mean... in London, you know. But... I don't want things to get worse than they've been.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[He stares at her for a minute, debating if he should tell her the truth. Ah, screw it.]

He was sending me to my death, Molly. "Missing" any of you was less important than thinking about how to stay alive.

[He pauses.]

It is always darkest just before the dawn - isn't that the saying?

[Not helping.]

[thewomanwhocounts]

... I'm sorry, what?

[Because this clearly trumps everything else.]

Surely your own brother wasn't going to execute you!

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[Sherlock gives her a look.]

Don't be absurd. He was sending me to my death: giving me an assignment that would certainly lead to my death within six months.

[thewomanwhocounts]

But most of your cases should have killed you. What made him think this one actually would?

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

Because my brother told me it would. He had initially planned to not send me, but after what I did... he didn't have much of a choice.

[Sherlock is terribly calm about this whole thing.]

[thewomanwhocounts]

[It's that calm that makes her think he's joking.]

Your brother doesn't know everything, Sherlock.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

Everything in general? No. But he knew that for certain, it was why he wasn't going to send me on that assignment initially. I.... forced his hand.

[thewomanwhocounts]

Unless he timed it himself, he couldn't predict certain death as an outcome. Not for you. You've survived certain death once.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

Molly...

[He takes a breath.]

Not even my brother would be so sentimental.

[thewomanwhocounts]

Sentiment has nothing to do with it. You're a hard man to kill, Sherlock. I'm sure John's attempted it at least twice.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[Sherlock shakes his head 'no' once.]

Molly, my brother knows me. He knows what I'm capable of and my weaknesses. If he says I would have been dead in six months, I am fairly sure that would be the case.

[He sighs and huffs to himself.]

I think I liked it better when you slapped me. Didn't have to deal with all these... emotions.

[thewomanwhocounts]

Would you like me to slap some sense into you now? Because honestly, I'm almost beginning to think I prefer your arrogance to this.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[Sherlock frowns.]

What do you mean?

[thewomanwhocounts]

You sound almost... fatalistic. You're usually just so much surer of yourself, and if Mycroft told you you couldn't do something, that just made you more determined to do it.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

Accepting. Not fatalistic. Death changes a person, Molly.

[Even if it was only a few minutes...]

[thewomanwhocounts]

What would have happened if you'd been 'accepting' when Moriarty was around?

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[Sherlock's lips quirk in a little.]

Who says I wasn't? At the pool? The only thing that saved us was a phone call...

[thewomanwhocounts]

[She doesn't want to believe that.]

No....

No, I don't think that's true. You wouldn't have let John die with you.