Come Back To Me
Author Notes: This is my first Sherlock fic and I really like it : ) so a few things first a) there will be a bit of Molly/John fluffy stuff, just because and b) there is no typo, yes, I did call Sherlock a psychopath, you'll realise later ….. hehehehehe ;) xxxxxx
P.S. I'd also like to mention that this is in a slightly different style of writing, I think I've grown as a writer tbh : ) xxxxx
Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock or the characters, in fact, I wish I did because I could bring Sherlock back and give him his just desserts, because no offence to Moffat but he'll probably bring back Sherlock and have everything normal between him and John. I love him but man, he sucks sometimes lol. But anyway, they belong to the BBC and Steven Moffat.
"How are you, John?" The voice was soft and full of concern.
And despite the irregularity of it, John was actually relieved and he found himself relax dramatically.
This, however, didn't prevent his next comment.
"You sound like my therapist."
"Oh, she asked when you were going to see her again. Apparently, you've missed your last three sessions."
"There's no apparently about it and why would she contact you?"
"I told her to. I know how much Sherlock's death is affecting you."
John scoffed, "And what about you?"
"He's my brother but I like to think that he did bring this on himself."
"HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT?" John exclaimed, leaping out of his seat in rage.
"John, please, you're making a scene." Mycroft replied calmly, still sipping his whiskey gracefully.
"I don't care! He's your brother!" John continued to yell.
"Was." Mycroft stated calmly.
"What?"
"Was my brother. He's dead, John. Accept it." And with that, Mycroft stood from his seat and left the room.
John stood there, truly over-whelmed at Mycroft. He knew the man to be a masochist, but towards his own brother?
x..x
Mycroft watched as John fled the building, not even taking a second to so much as to glare at Mycroft. He pulled out his mobile.
He cares very greatly for you.
MH
I know. It's better this way, Mycroft.
SH
You almost sound as though you care, little brother.
MH
Of course not. I'm a psychopath, incapable of feelings.
SH
Whatever you say, Sherlock.
MH
There was no response from this last message and both knew that Mycroft was right. In fact, his feelings towards his friend were why he had died. Despite the lack of a reply, Mycroft smiled, he loved it when he was right.
x..x
Sherlock sighed, he'd been doing that a lot lately. He was bored and lonely. He had never cared for company before but after meeting John, he had enjoyed it. Which puzzled him immensely. The only person he could really talk to was Mycroft. Molly had texted him a lot but only to inform him of John's behaviour. Several times he had replied but he had stopped in case Molly accidentally let it spill.
x..x
Accept it.
The words echoed in John's head as he stormed down the street.
"He's dead. Accept it."
How could Mycroft be so cruel, this was his little brother. They disagreed and Sherlock would push Mycroft's buttons but they were brothers.
Before John knew it he was back at 221B Baker Street. He'd refused to leave, using the excuse that he wanted to keep Mrs Hudson company and to stop some other psychopath from moving in. They both knew it was a lie. John even knew that Mrs Hudson didn't buy it. John was waiting. He'd been waiting for four months now. He refused to believe he was dead, even with a gravestone, he wouldn't accept it. So he waited and waited. He barely slept, barely ate, barely did anything. Just sat there while Mrs Hudson talked. She knew she was just talking to herself but she hoped the constant noise brought John some sort of comfort.
x.x
It was 8pm and Molly Hooper was stood outside of 221B Baker Street, she pulled out the key Mrs Hudson had given to her. She turned the key in the lock, opening the door and silently made her way up the stairs. She saw him straight away and it was then that she realised they'd shared a flat too long. She recognised that look, the look on John's face. It was Sherlock's look, the look he wore when John wasn't watching. John was really sad, he'd been lots of things over Sherlock's death. Angry, betrayed, hateful, stupid, drunk, and destructive, but in all that time, Molly had never seen John sad before.
She sat next to him and noted that he didn't even flinch.
"You look like Sherlock."
"Excuse me?"
"Sherlock always had this look when he thought you weren't looking. He was sad, almost frightened. You're doing it now."
"Oh, I'm doing the look?"
Molly nodded sadly.
"What was wrong with this before now?"
"Molly, I always do this. When I'm with you, I hide it. I don't like seeing you so sad about it."
"John, how have I never noticed before?"
"Molly, I just …"
"Not about your feelings over Sherlock's death, John. I mean, how did I not notice you before?"
"Because the dashing hero always saves the day, while the sidekick sits there and looks pretty."
John looked at Molly and smiled a little.
Molly placed a hand on his cheek in an attempt at comfort, she wasn't good at this.
John placed a hand on her knee in response.
Molly had been so fascinated with Sherlock that she had greatly over looked the man who had been nothing but kind and sweet to her. Everytime Sherlock would come out with some cruel remark, John had always jumped to defend her. In fact, he was the one who had got Sherlock to apologise.
Molly was suddenly over-whelmed with emotions; love for Sherlock and now seemingly a crush on John.
She leaned in and kissed him softly. John was taken aback but didn't want to push the young woman away; they needed each other.
Molly pressed a little harder and John had to pull away. Molly looked slightly offended and practically curled up in the corner of the couch.
"It's not that I don't like you, Molly. I mean, you're beautiful and sweet but ... there's someone else."
"You've got a girlfriend? Sorry , none of my business."
"Not exactly. And don't say that, I trust you."
"I'm gonna go."
"You can stay if you want." John offered, smiling shyly.
"Sure. Yeah, great."
"Yeah. Would you like a drink?"
"Please."
"Okay."
x..x
Some time later John was in bed with Molly curled up in his arms. He didn't want to hurt Molly but they both needed comfort and closeness right now. She sighed softly and by the rate of her pulse and the shallowness of her breathing, John concluded the young woman was finally asleep.
John saw that it was 4am on his alarm clock and realised that the chances of him going to sleep now were slim.
Molly's phone beeped and John chose to ignore it to curl up and try to sleep. There was another beep, then another and another. John decided to attempt to put Molly's phone on silent to prevent more disturbances. Then he saw it, the number. That was impossible. But who else ended their texts with SH? John froze, he suddenly realised what he was doing. He was betraying Molly's trust. He was snooping through her messages while she slept in his arms. While she trusted and loved him.
"John?" The voice was soft and quiet, mixed with sleepiness but it wasn't angry or upset, it was ... worried.
"Molly I'm sorry. I was putting it on silent. You got a text so I decided to put it on silent so it didn't disturb us."
Molly flinched when he said usand John was suddenly aware of how that must of sounded, especially given the situation.
"I'm sorry."
"No, I'm sorry. I betrayed your trust by not telling you. But I swore to Sherlock I wouldn't, to keep you safe."
"He doesn't realise how amazing you are. He takes advantage a lot." John smiled and kissed Molly softly, making her heart flutter a little.
"He doesn't, John. I help him willingly." Molly tried to reassure him, cuddling into his chest. "He knows."
"Excuse me?"
"I told Sherlock ... here let me show you."
She leaned over and scrolled through the texts. She handed him the phone.
You're lucky, Sherlock. He really loves you. I mean, really loves you. Come home soon. MH xx
"Molly, I don't ..." He saw her smile and gave up. "Was this about the kiss?"
"The kiss made it so but it was everything."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't. You can't help it. But don't count yourself out, John. He really thinks highly of you. He asked me to look after you."
"That's nice. I don't want him hurting you, Molly, I may love him but I care about you and would hurt him to protect you."
"John ..."
"You're a one in a million, Molly. Loyal, caring, determined and loving. I won't let anyone change that."
"Thank you, John."
He smiled in response.
"How about we talk about this later. For now, let's try and sleep."
"Okay."
Okay so end of chapter one. Yes I called Sherlock a psychopath but I used it in a way to prove that Sherlock had no feelings and was all about himself. And yes there was John/Molly action but hey, I like her a lot. And it might seem REALLY AU ish but you never know what goes on in John's head. And I wants to show a caring and protective side to John :) enjoy anyway xxxxxxxx