Due

by Betty BOKOR

Sherlock needs to explain himself. This is a scene that I feel is missing in the Final Problem every time I watch it. I wish they would have added it, so I decided to give it a try. As always, I apologize in advance for any weird-sounding English since it seems I will never get all of its nuances.

Due by Betty Bokor

Sherlock/Molly. Sherlock needs to explain himself. This is a scene that I feel is missing in the Final Problem every time I watch it. I wish they would have added it, so I decided to give it a try. As always, I apologize in advance for any weird-sounding English since it seems I will never get all of its nuances. Only two chapters-long.

Spoilers: Every episode, especially the Fourth Season.

Disclaimer: Sherlock, based on Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's Sherlock Holmes stories, belongs to the BBC, WGBH Boston, and Hartswood Films. This was written strictly for the purpose of entertainment. No attempt at copyright infringement has been made.

Due

Chapter 1

A.N.: I tried to post this story while I was on a flight from Argentina to Chile, but the phone app was not very useful. For all those who could not read it yesterday, I am truly sorry.

He approached her door with determination and rang the bell. As he waited, he thought of what Eurus had done to her –what he had done to her– and the rage he had felt while destroying the coffin filled him again. All those complicated little emotions… He tried to calm down and listened attentively for any sign of her. Soon, the faint noises coming from inside the house told him she was standing behind the door. But she had not opened it…

"Molly," he said to let her know he knew she was there. "It's Sherlock," he informed her though he was certain she was aware of that.

Molly took a few more seconds to respond. "What do you need, Sherlock? I'm not working today… I took a few days off."

The door remained locked and his uneasiness increased. "I need to talk to you-" he began.

"You don't," she interrupted him. "John was here earlier… Greg, too. They explained everything that happened," she sounded resigned. "Then SOCOs tore up my place looking for any other cameras or devices she could have left here. And an hour ago I got to have a talk with your brother…"

"I still need to talk to you," he insisted through the door. He thought he heard her sigh.

"I know it wasn't your fault," she tried one more time.

"Molly…" He did not say it, but it was clear he was begging.

There was another sigh, a clear and deep one. He could imagine her, hesitating, trying to avoid getting hurt by him, again.

"Molly…"

"Only for a moment, then," she relented. "I'm not having a good week," she added in a whisper.

And then the lock clicked.