"You truly are a bastard." She scoffed. Nothing was all she heard after she confessed aloud her feelings. Did she expect anything else? He got what he wanted and left her on her own as always. What kind of crewed experiment could he be performing that would need him to shatter her so. She lowered herself to her kitchen floor pulling her knees to her chest letting the tears fall. How many more wasted tears did she have left for this man, if you could even call him that? Out of all the things he has done to her none has made her feel so bare. However, this time she didn't let him off the hook so easily. She forced him to say it first and she almost deluded herself to think that the second time he said those words there was an ounce of feeling behind it. Alarming as it was she never thought she would hear him say those words at all to anyone. So why did he? Now that she had time to process the call it all seemed a bit off. Maybe something was wrong. After an unanswered text and call to John and Mrs. Hudson she settled for trying Greg.

He answered on the second ring, "Sorry Molls I just didn't want to worry you until we had more answers but I guess you've heard." He was trying to hide the worry in his voice.

"Worry me about what, exactly?" she inquired.

"Well after the explosion Mycroft, Sherlock and John have all gone missing. We could confirm that they escaped in time and saved dear old Ms. Hudson who is now recovering at her sisters, but we have no clue where they went off to." He huffed. It's typical of Sherlock to keep him in the dark.

"Oh" is all she could manage to let out. Something was wrong, terribly wrong and all she could do now was wait.

"I promise I'll let you know first thing once I know more, but try to get some sleep. It is getting late. They'll be fine; he is always fine in the end. No need to fret." Greg's kind words gave Molly some reassurance. Sherlock did always find a way to recover that was true and he would do everything in his power to protect his friend and brother, regardless of what he says out loud about them.

The waiting was dreadful though. Molly decided to shower put on her dressing gown and lay on the couch with a book and phone close to bide the time. She must have fell asleep when she heard her familiar ring tone alert scrambling to find her phone. She grabbed it quickly to read the text from Greg. He apologized for taking so long to reply but there were some matters he had to tie up before he could phone, but Sherlock and the others were safe and they were probably heading back to John's he assumed. Molly let out a sigh of relief. Sherlock was okay. She still didn't know what that phone call was about but she would deal with that later the most important thing is that he was safe. As she started to sit up to go to her room she got the eerie feeling she wasn't alone on her couch anymore. She looked over and there was Sherlock sleeping towards the back of her couch. He must have come in and laid next to her while she slept. He has always came and left her place as he pleased and she didn't even know if he just always picked the lock to her flat or he somehow acquired his own key. However, this is the first time he joined her while she slept. She wanted to wake him and bombard him with so many questions but he looked exhausted even while sleeping so instead she just rested her head on his chest and went into a restless sleep. When she woke the next day their limbs were intertwined and he held her close to his chest while stroking her hair.

"hmmm best dream ever" she mumbled to his chest. "I don't ever want to wake up."

"Do tell what makes this the best dream ever as you put it?" Sherlock questioned intrigued to discover her answer.

"You" she looked up into his eyes where there was much worry and pain. Those eyes were her window into his world. They always betrayed him. They shined brighter at her revelation.

"Molly, I.." he started to talk but she soon cut him off with a shush. "Did you just shush me Molly Hooper?" he questioned as she raised her finger to his mouth trying to silence him further.

"Yes your being a prat and ruining my dream by your talking, now shush." She said while nuzzling her head further into his chest.

"Very well, if this is a dream as you put it at least let me make it memorable." He said as he lifted his hand up to her cheek and lowered his lips to hers. His lips were tentative on hers at first but within a second everything changed he started to intensify the kiss with a passion she was sure that he didn't have within himself. There was no other logical explanation than a dream for him lying next to her, kissing her. He positioned them to where he was on top of her, one hand in her hair the other supporting his weight not to crush her. As he stopped to regain his breath he tenderly caressed her cheek with a look of longing she ached so long for.

"I never want to wake up" her eyes welled up with unshed tears.

"I can see why normally you would think these actions could only occur in a dream, but I can assure you that you are awake." Sherlock says while pinching her side.

"Sher…..lock, Sher….lock" Molly started to stutter coming to realization of what is going on.

"Yes, Molly. It's me, here, no dream."