Accusation

Sherlock

Molly flinched as the light by her living room chair flickered on revealing a man waiting there. She sighed in relief as she realized it was only John.

"John, you gave me such a fright," she said as she put her groceries down on the kitchen counter and joined him in the living room.

John didn't smile back at her, but after Sherlock's death he didn't smile much. So that wasn't so very surprising. "Sorry Mol. I've just been back to the flat."

Molly made a sympathetic sound. Sherlock's loss had been very hard on John. So hard that he hadn't been back to the flat they shared in over two months. "Where you okay?" she asked quietly.

"Yah, I was actually. I got through a lot of his things. Sorting, you know. Thought I'd pop over to talk afterward. Hope you don't mind that I let myself in."

"No of course not. You know you can come over any time."

John nodded, but his face stayed impassive. Molly was beginning to worry. Even now this wasn't like the normally affable doctor.

"I found this while I was here," he said quietly and dropped something on the coffee table between them. It made a metallic clink as it hit the wooden surface.

Molly stared at the mens watch that lay before her. It's distinctive white face and roman numerals. She felt the blood drain from her face at the implied accusation.

John shook his head looking sad and weary and terribly disappointed.

"You know, I expect this from him. Sherlock was...is absolute rubbish at treating people right. But not you Molly. You always put others first. You never hurt anybody, did you?"

"John, I can-"

"No Molly, you can't. You have loved him the whole time I've known you. You'd give up anything for him, you proved that. I just hope he endeavors to deserve you," He stood and walked to the door. He stopped at the door and spoke without turning around, "I don't think I'll be coming around again, so goodbye Molly. Tell Sherlock to ring me when he can." With that final statement, John left the flat.

Molly felt her hands begin to shake as silent tears ran down her face. She had never meant to hurt John but even with the grief she felt at wounding him, she knew she would not have acted any differently. Sherlock was her world. Always had been.