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She hears the concern; but Harry cannot help but shut it out. It’s always been like this for some reason. Always over-complicating things, never entirely sure about what she really feels, or what she really wants for herself. It’s never a clear idea for her, simply acting on instinct as and when she wanted to.

She curls herself, ensuring that her crying face wouldn’t be seen, hiding it as she rest her forehead on her knees. Her jeans feel slightly damp, finally becoming too tired to hold back her emotions. “Everything’s wrong. I don’t know what it is, but everything’s wrong, everything just is and I can’t stop it and I don’t know what to do and it’s just easier to ignore it all but I just can’t.” She stops for breath, the choking sensation feeling stronger.

Molly bit at her lip for a moment thinking. She didn’t know what to do. So she did the only thing she did. She pulled the women close to her, in a very odd looking hug. “Harry..I..I don’t know what to tell you. I can’t fix what’s broken. I’m not that type of Doctor. I’m just plain ol’ Molly, but I can sit here. I can hold you and listen to whatever this is. Whatever has you choking back tears…I can listen.” 

She feels the warmth of Molly’s hug around her. The strength it takes to cry starts to take a toll on her, and she slips into a state of lethargy. ”I’m sorry, Clara,” she mumbles, feeling her eyes starting to shut, the will to stay awake fading away. She welcomes this kind of sleep, the kind where you are too tired to do anything else but shut your eyes and rest.

She sniffles, and lets Molly rock her ever-so-slightly as she continues to hug her, eventually falling asleep in Molly’s arms.

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the-pathologist221b:

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Harry stumbles onto the couch and sits herself down, her head suddenly feeling as though it was lurching downwards. “Well I can tell you, feelings suck,” she says to no one in particular, “I mean, all it does is make you worry, and take it from me; it’s shit advice if someone tells you not to worry, when it’s an instinct to do just that.” Letting her head rest on the cushion, Harry closes her eyes, still feeling the warm body of Toby around her foot. 

“Feelings suck. Everything sucks. It’s all stupid, how we’re so caught up with our emotions, and our feelings, and everything!” She tries to stand mid-sentence, only to stumble and fall back onto the sofa. When her body hits the sofa, she feels as though she’s been slammed down. Upon that slam, she feels her own emotions rise up, choking her. Another tear rolls down, and it gets harder to breathe.

She finds the feeling familiar; that choking sensation when you cry so little, struggling to hold it in, to keep yourself together. Harry knew a long time ago that her ‘moments’, were usually solved, though momentarily, through drinking. It helped give her a moment’s peace, that small bit of calm before she could finally have undisturbed sleep. “Screw feelings.”

The soft murmuring of Harry reached her ears and as she brought out the tea and a few sandwiches she became privy to the choked sobs of Harry. Placing the platter down she practically ran to the woman. Sitting next to her on the couch her hand rose automatically to rub the woman’s back. 

“Harry what’s wrong? What happened?” she asked frantically. She didn’t do well with emotions. Not her or anyone else’s. 

She hears the concern; but Harry cannot help but shut it out. It’s always been like this for some reason. Always over-complicating things, never entirely sure about what she really feels, or what she really wants for herself. It’s never a clear idea for her, simply acting on instinct as and when she wanted to.

She curls herself, ensuring that her crying face wouldn’t be seen, hiding it as she rest her forehead on her knees. Her jeans feel slightly damp, finally becoming too tired to hold back her emotions. “Everything’s wrong. I don’t know what it is, but everything’s wrong, everything just is and I can’t stop it and I don’t know what to do and it’s just easier to ignore it all but I just can’t.” She stops for breath, the choking sensation feeling stronger.

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the-pathologist221b:

theharrywatson221b:

“Where’s Clara?” Harry murmurs to herself before stumbling through the door. “I don’t k- I want to just stop, and just…just stop and everything and find out and stop feeling and everything.” She lets herself be led into the living room, the warm sensation of another person’s hand guiding her. 

She feels a warm, furry creature around her legs, but makes no move to pick Toby up, despite her typical affection for cats. “I want to stop feeling,” she tightens her grip on Molly’s hand, “don’t you know what that feels like? Do you know what it feels like to not feel?”

She’s in the process of walking through the living room when Harry’s words hit her. Standing frozen she turns a sad smile on her lips. “No I don’t. I don’t believe I ever will.” she says before looking down at their clasped hands, her thumb moving over the back of Harry’s hand. “Feelings are what make up truly human. The ability to love, to hate, to envy, to regret. They make us human and you shouldn’t want to stop feeling Harry.” she breathed out softly before pulling her hand away. “Here sit, I’m going to go get you something to eat and some tea.” 

After putting the kettle on Molly searched for something, anything really to feed the woman in her living room. As she searched she couldn’t help but think.She thought about who Clara was and why exactly Harry wanted to be numb. She knew the two were connected and that Clara had to be a lover and family member. Most likely the former of the two. 

Harry stumbles onto the couch and sits herself down, her head suddenly feeling as though it was lurching downwards. “Well I can tell you, feelings suck,” she says to no one in particular, “I mean, all it does is make you worry, and take it from me; it’s shit advice if someone tells you not to worry, when it’s an instinct to do just that.” Letting her head rest on the cushion, Harry closes her eyes, still feeling the warm body of Toby around her foot. 

“Feelings suck. Everything sucks. It’s all stupid, how we’re so caught up with our emotions, and our feelings, and everything!” She tries to stand mid-sentence, only to stumble and fall back onto the sofa. When her body hits the sofa, she feels as though she’s been slammed down. Upon that slam, she feels her own emotions rise up, choking her. Another tear rolls down, and it gets harder to breathe.

She finds the feeling familiar; that choking sensation when you cry so little, struggling to hold it in, to keep yourself together. Harry knew a long time ago that her ‘moments’, were usually solved, though momentarily, through drinking. It helped give her a moment’s peace, that small bit of calm before she could finally have undisturbed sleep. “Screw feelings.”

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the-pathologist221b:

theharrywatson221b:

“Let me go,” Harry starts to mumble, oblivious to the fact that a tear just rolled down her face. “Just let me go, I’m having a bad day today, just let me go.”

She feels her body move, and yet it doesn’t register at all that Molly is the one carrying her out. It all feels…surreal. Her head feels rather light and yet her legs feel like lead, struggling to take another step forward only to stumble and be caught. They stop in front of Molly’s house, but it doesn’t feel homely, doesn’t feel like it’s Molly’s, doesn’t…she’s not sure. 

“Where are we?” she swings her arm around, as though swiping the air would clear the fog in her mind.

“We’re just a few doors down from my place Harry.” she said softly before cautiously moving towards the other woman. She didn’t know what to do. She didn’t know why a tear had strolled down Harry’s Cheek. She didn’t know why Harry had such a horrible day. 

Reaching forward she took Harry’s hand in her own, their fingers interlocked as Molly lead the woman toward her flat. Her grip was soft and gentle. She didn’t want Harry to think she was trying to force her to go somewhere. 

Eventually after much fumbling of the keys Molly was able to throw open the door. Molly let out a sigh of relief as the warm air rushed over her and the familial tabby began to mewl and rub against her legs.

“Where’s Clara?” Harry murmurs to herself before stumbling through the door. “I don’t k- I want to just stop, and just…just stop and everything and find out and stop feeling and everything.” She lets herself be led into the living room, the warm sensation of another person’s hand guiding her. 

She feels a warm, furry creature around her legs, but makes no move to pick Toby up, despite her typical affection for cats. “I want to stop feeling,” she tightens her grip on Molly’s hand, “don’t you know what that feels like? Do you know what it feels like to not feel?”

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the-pathologist221b:

theharrywatson221b:

“I don’t want to go,” Harry mumbles as she reaches for the shot again which Molly, again, pulls away promptly. “Clara would…she’d let me drink, let me drink that!” She lunges for the shot once more, before finally giving up.

The happy-drunk in her, starts to get agitated.

“Fine! I’ll go back with you to your house and everything!” Harry sulks on the bar stool, fumbling about her jacket for her wallet before taking out a 50 pound note and handing it to the invisible barkeep. “There better be some alcohol there or I’m walking out.”

Molly sighed and ran a hand through her now messy hair before reaching for the woman in front of her. “Are you ok, Harry?” she asked concern lacing her voice. Her fingers reached out and rested on Harry’s shoulder. 

This certainly had not been what she expected when she invited Harry out but the good side was that at least she knew now. She wasn’t going to leave Harry here or stop seeing her. If that’s what they were doing. Molly really wasn’t sure but what she did know was that Harry needed to get away from the pub and rather quickly. 

It took a little while but eventually Molly with one arm wrapped around Harry’s waist and the woman’s arm thrown over her shoulder she was able to pull Harry from the pub and into the cool night air. 

“Let me go,” Harry starts to mumble, oblivious to the fact that a tear just rolled down her face. “Just let me go, I’m having a bad day today, just let me go.”

She feels her body move, and yet it doesn’t register at all that Molly is the one carrying her out. It all feels…surreal. Her head feels rather light and yet her legs feel like lead, struggling to take another step forward only to stumble and be caught. They stop in front of Molly’s house, but it doesn’t feel homely, doesn’t feel like it’s Molly’s, doesn’t…she’s not sure. 

“Where are we?” she swings her arm around, as though swiping the air would clear the fog in her mind.

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the-pathologist221b:

theharrywatson221b:

“Mollyyyyyy, you made it,” Harry smiles when she sees her, having a sinking feeling when she realises she is completely drunk, seeing two Molly-s look back at her, “have this shot. I got the barkeeper, to get one for you.” Harry does what she thinks is a nudge at the shot glass to move towards Molly but instead completely misses touching it.

Harry likes to get drunk. When she’s drunk, no one bothers her too much, people tend to let her do what she wants. Even when she’s drunk, there is the happy-drunk, and the sad-drunk. Typically, when she’s at home, she’s the sad-drunk. 

Today, with Molly by her side, she is the happy-drunk, and she doesn’t care about anything else. 

Molly could feel a tight coil of worry curl in her stomach as she moved  to pull the shot away from Harry, who was completely and utterly pissed. “Harry I think we should go. Otherwise you might not be able to walk.” she said standing.

She had done this so many times before during uni. She had always been the responsibly one. Harry was drunk and if she took even one more shot she just may pass out. “Why don’t we go back to my flat and watch a movie or something? Maybe get something to eat?” she asked hopefully. If Harry came back to her place she could keep an eye on her, make her eat something to soak up the liquor. Molly looked at the woman in front of her, her brow crinkled in worry. 

“I don’t want to go,” Harry mumbles as she reaches for the shot again which Molly, again, pulls away promptly. “Clara would…she’d let me drink, let me drink that!” She lunges for the shot once more, before finally giving up.

The happy-drunk in her, starts to get agitated.

“Fine! I’ll go back with you to your house and everything!” Harry sulks on the bar stool, fumbling about her jacket for her wallet before taking out a 50 pound note and handing it to the invisible barkeep. “There better be some alcohol there or I’m walking out.”

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the-pathologist221b:

theharrywatson221b:

the-pathologist221b:

It was hours before she had to even think about heading to the Winchester and during the whole Molly was only half there. Her mind was awash with so many thoughts. Most of them concerned Harry in some way. She could feel the soft flutter of butterfly wings in her stomach and the giddy excitement rise in here. Gone was the fear and insecurity now all she could think about was seeing Harry.

Molly rushed straight to her flat after work, she didn’t have much time. Only thirty minutes or so. She changed into a pair of jeans and some t-shirt pulled from the depths of her closet. After feeding Toby Molly was on the move again. The flat soles of her shoes barely making a sound as she rushed to the aged pub.

It was seven and the night crowd was just beginning to file in. As Molly slowly weaved her way through the gradually thickening crowd she searched for Harry. Eventually Molly moved to the side and pulled out her phone sending a quick text to the dark haired woman. “Hi! I’m here, where are you? -MHooper”

Feeling the vibration once more, Harry pulls out her phone, feeling surprisingly light-headed. 6 shot glasses sit in front of her, completely empty, the barkeep looking at her with slight concern as he filled another pint.

“Hi! I’m here, where are you? -MHooper” stares back at her while she struggles to type a response. Her fingers feel numb and yet tingling at the same time, like pins and needles that were felt in the feet, just that it was on her hands.

She means to type out ‘I’m in the bar. -HW’, but in her stupor, types out ‘I’m ion the bat. ;HW’. She looks at it for a moment, ignores all the typos and sends it anyway, choosing to focus more on her drinks. “Two more shots for meeeee, good ser.”

It took a second or two before she was able to decipher the message but when she did she made her way  to the bar looking for the lithe woman. Eventually Molly did stumble upon her. 

Taking the stool next to her Molly didn’t even notice how inebriated Harry was until she shall the six shot empty glasses and the two now being placed in front of her companion. Looking from the glasses to Harry she noticed the glassy eyes and sloppy grin. “Hello Harry.” she said softly.

Just what is going on. she thought as she looked at her “date.” 

“Mollyyyyyy, you made it,” Harry smiles when she sees her, having a sinking feeling when she realises she is completely drunk, seeing two Molly-s look back at her, “have this shot. I got the barkeeper, to get one for you.” Harry does what she thinks is a nudge at the shot glass to move towards Molly but instead completely misses touching it.

Harry likes to get drunk. When she’s drunk, no one bothers her too much, people tend to let her do what she wants. Even when she’s drunk, there is the happy-drunk, and the sad-drunk. Typically, when she’s at home, she’s the sad-drunk. 

Today, with Molly by her side, she is the happy-drunk, and she doesn’t care about anything else. 

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the-pathologist221b:

It was hours before she had to even think about heading to the Winchester and during the whole Molly was only half there. Her mind was awash with so many thoughts. Most of them concerned Harry in some way. She could feel the soft flutter of butterfly wings in her stomach and the giddy excitement rise in here. Gone was the fear and insecurity now all she could think about was seeing Harry.

Molly rushed straight to her flat after work, she didn’t have much time. Only thirty minutes or so. She changed into a pair of jeans and some t-shirt pulled from the depths of her closet. After feeding Toby Molly was on the move again. The flat soles of her shoes barely making a sound as she rushed to the aged pub.

It was seven and the night crowd was just beginning to file in. As Molly slowly weaved her way through the gradually thickening crowd she searched for Harry. Eventually Molly moved to the side and pulled out her phone sending a quick text to the dark haired woman. “Hi! I’m here, where are you? -MHooper”

Feeling the vibration once more, Harry pulls out her phone, feeling surprisingly light-headed. 6 shot glasses sit in front of her, completely empty, the barkeep looking at her with slight concern as he filled another pint.

“Hi! I’m here, where are you? -MHooper” stares back at her while she struggles to type a response. Her fingers feel numb and yet tingling at the same time, like pins and needles that were felt in the feet, just that it was on her hands.

She means to type out ‘I’m in the bar. -HW’, but in her stupor, types out ‘I’m ion the bat. ;HW’. She looks at it for a moment, ignores all the typos and sends it anyway, choosing to focus more on her drinks. “Two more shots for meeeee, good ser.”

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Mm. Yeah. I’ll see you there. -HW

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