hi everyone! a very happy new year to all readers. so this is the continuation of the story of the same name. i hope all the readers like it. though i ma shooting for love it. please let me know what you think. any of your veiws are welcome. you should probably read the original first. its The Final Proof.

the base is that sherlock and molly had fallen for each other. then through some events (you must read the story to know the specifics), sherlock realises that molly would only be in danger if they are together and then he estranges -well tries to -himself for mollly. but molly will never give up or quit him.

we begin pretty much from there. i hope you like the story as much you liked the base. here is the first or well the 20th chapter of the final proof :


Determined

Molly was very determined that day. She had a very energetic morning. For once she had a plan about what she was going to do. She had decided that she was going to confront Sherlock about what his bloody problem was. It was going to be a great evening. She was going to win; she was going to conquer it all. She was going to ask him very clearly what he thought and what he felt. She knew that he had felt something for her. What else could account for everything that had happened?

Paying back. Maybe he was paying me back for how I helped him. Maybe he thought it would be nice to let me have something he knew I longed for so much as a return for helping him fake his death. He must have thought that I would know "we" would not last forever and that I would understand. Of course. How could I ever think that he wanted me? Me? I am the stupid and silly and even mousy pathologist. Among the millions on earth. And he, he is the most brilliant guy, the incomparable genius, the only consulting detective, on planet earth for god's sake. How could he?

Molly berated herself. She hated the fact that she had indeed thought it possible. That she had believed it all to be true, that they would have a fairytale. Who was she kidding? She had gone crazy. Yes she had gone crazy.

She walked down the way to the apartment of the person of interest. She hit the doorbell and Mrs. Hudson answered. She smiled at molly who asked her about her health.

'oh, it's alright. The hip's better now you know.' she said in her chirpy voice

'you'll be better.' Molly told her reassuringly and added. 'what are the boys doing?'

'oh, they have a visitor. Though I don't think this one's a client, she has this air of authority.' The landlady said, with her chin up in imitation and then trailed off. Molly stood there for a moment thinking who could it be. She went up the stairs as silently as she could. She knocked at the door, collecting courage.

'yes?' Sherlock's voice asked. Her breath hitched yet she squared he shoulders and entered the room. She was stunned momentarily stunned. Sherlock stood in front of john who was on the laptop. Sherlock looked very normal. In fact everything in the room was normal. Yet the only thing that was out of place was a woman. She and Sherlock had clearly been standing in front of each other. Close. Much too close for molly's comfort. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks. The woman was barely inches from Sherlock. Barely. Much too bare for molly's comfort. She could feel dislike boiling in her stomach.

'Yes?' the she asked. Turning a little, her eyebrows up and head to angling a little. Yes she had a funny authoritative and dominating air. Molly felt extremely stupid standing there. she felt bad at being addressed as though she was servant. She looked at Sherlock.


so? what do you all think? i'd love to know.