Chapter One

Of course. Of, bloody, course.

Of all the things Eurus Holmes could have done, she decided to mess with her love life. Well, less of a love life, more of a fantasy.

"I love you." He had said. It sounded as though he meant it, although Molly wasn't stupid enough to believe he meant it. She knew the distress though, the slight panic underlying every syllable he muttered, and cooperated, even though she knew it would break her heart.

And, after all hell had broken loose in her life, and presumably his too, Sherlock had being trying to contact her. Endlessly. She didn't even want to know why. Whether it was about baby Rosie, who she really did need to visit, rebuilding his flat, simply a body from the morgue.

But, most likely, he wanted to address the fact that she was still stupidly, ridiculously, head-over-heels in love with the self-proclaimed 'high functioning sociopath'.

Everyone had been trying to see if she was okay. Mrs Hudson, bless her soul, came round with some casserole and 'herbal soothers', to relieve the pain. Although Molly appreciated the gesture, she was still fairly unsure on how legal Mrs Hudson's herbal soothers really were. And she didn't want to find out.

Mycroft rang her, saying he was sorry. Which, shocked her just a little. Nobody ever spoke of the eldest Holmes actually having emotions, never mind showing them. But, he was there when Sherlock had to... Anyway, he warned her. That this could possibly put a target on her back, showing her closeness to the famous detective. He'd put some basic government security around her flat, to protect her. It wasn't exactly he was too interested in watching her dance to 'High School Musical' in her pajamas.

Even Greg popped round, to see how she was coping. The two of them had always had a friendly relationship, mostly bonding over anecdotes of Sherlock being an arsehole, so he had a mini sleepover, watching 'The Notebook' and eating butter popcorn, to make sure she was okay. Although Molly seriously doubted Greg had ever been on the receiving end of a heartbroken, weeping pathologist. At least he tried.

John did too, or at least pretended to. She could tell from a mile away that Sherlock sent him, which annoyed her ever so slightly. Molly was one of the godmothers of his child, for crying out loud. She sent him away quicker than anybody else, relaying the message to him that he had relayed to her : "She would rather have anybody but you, Sherlock" were the exact words he told Sherlock.

Her phone was vibrating again, almost ringing of her marble kitchen surfaces. She had a half-cut lime on it, she fancied eating some to sharpen her tastebuds, when she got incredibly angry and threw one half of the lime out of the window. Molly was pretty sure she hit Pervy Brian, her creepy neighbour who always seemed way too interested in her, which was simply a bonus.

Unsurprisingly it was Sherlock ringing. She waited for it to ring off, before checking her voicemail. First time he had left a message, maybe it was something important. Or maybe he was just being a dickhead, as per usual.

"Hi Molly, Sherlock here. Um... Look, it seems very likely that you are ignoring me, due to circumstances my sister created. I... I... I am truly sorry, Molly Hooper. I trusted you in my darkest time, and I betrayed it due to my sister's cruel trick. I know... Well, I can almost know, that you probably don't want to see me, or John either, but if you do, I've texted you an address and a time. If you don't turn up... Well, I'll leave you alone. Truly, I will. If not, you can listen to me be more of an idiot in real life. Goodbye." The voicemail rang off, and Molly felt the distinct weight of a tear, rolling down her cheek.

How did he do that? There was a reason she was ignoring him, because she knew he could do stuff like that. He could change her entire opinion within in the space of less than five minutes.

She knew he didn't really care for her, anybody with eyes could see the way he looked at John, the caring showing when John wasn't looking. She knew he didn't love her like she loved him, like she would always love him, but maybe it didn't care.

If there was one thing Molly was vaguely sure about, it was that she seriously needed some friends to make up for the colossal wreck her life had previously been. And Sherlock seemed to be one of the few people up for the job.

It wasn't like she had a choice, anyway.