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Hello, humans of this earth! As I state in all of my latest chapters, I have to tell you how sorry I am for not updating any of my multi-chaptered fics. Life has been strange and busy and it will continue to be that way till next June so don't wait for any new chapters soon. I'm extremely sorry but it is what it is. This came to me while studying Latin. I don't know why but Hannibal, dux Cathaginiensis brings the best in me. As in I get inspiration every time I study that particular text. Anyway, on with this fic.
Disclaimer: I own nothing than my stuffed hedgehog named John with whom I sleep every night. ;)
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"Maybe you'd like me to come along?"
"No. I have to do this myself."
"Alright. But if you need me at any given time, I'll be home." she said but unwilling to leave it at that she continued. " You don't have to be alone, that's all I'm saying. We can share the burden. It's fine not to feel fine. It may seem impossible now but everything is going to be fine in the end. Trust me."
"Thank you, Molly. I appreciate all the help, really. Maybe, he hesitated, maybe I can come after my visit to the cemetery?"
"Of course, John. I'll be here making your favorite cheesecake." he could understand even over the phone that she was smiling and that simply brought a smile to his face too.
"You know I love your cheese cake!"
"Yep! That's why I'm making it. Now, go do your thing while I do mine and then come."
"How exactly do you want me to come?" he said teasing the younger woman intentionally.
"Hard and fast, Mr Waston." she said in a breathy voice.
A moment of silence from both parties followed until Molly spoke in her regular voice once more. "And just for that comment Mr Watson I won't let you take home the chocolate cookies I made for you this morning."
"You can't be serious!" he protested.
" I can and I am. Now go. I'll be expecting you. Now bye." she uttered in a sing-along voice and ended the call.
Molly Hooper was John Watson's crutch. After Sherlock's suicide or whatever that was- the military doctor still had doubts about his sudden death- he touched bottom. The light that saved him from the rabbit hole of self-destruction was the young pathologist that always seemed to follow Sherlock around like a lost puppy. That was a nasty thing to say about Molly but that was John's first impression. At least her intentions were pure. And now she was his puppy. She persisted on helping him even when John didn't want her help. But she stayed with him anyway and helped him get back on his feet.
And she was lovely. Her personality and positive outlook on life despite her line of work, intrigued John to eventually accept her help just for the sake of trying something new. And their friendship was certainly refreshing. With Sherlock it was different but with Molly... Let's just say it was more than just a friendship. For John at least. He hoped it was the same for Molly.
After grieving for Sherlock for over one year and having Molly by his side, John Hamish Waston decided that enough is enough. It was time to get his life back on track. He was never going to forget Sherlock but knowing him, he would appear suddenly and declare that he was always alive. That wouldn't be strange at all.
But for now a visit at Sherlock's supposed grave was due.
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That just slipped out of my fingers on my laptop. I don't know why but it just did. I'm posting this while writing the second and probably last chapter. Thanks! I'd love to receive reviews to know what you think!
-Andriana, Greece