The Time Came, The Time Left
Prologue
I sat with my fingers locked together watching as Molly paced back and forth. She had been doing so for ours, it was getting rather annoying.
"Molly, stop it."
"S-Stop what, Sherlock?! I am freaking out here! You never told me you'd be killing yourself! I-I helped you kill yourself...oh my god."
"Molly, calm down. Here, have some tea." I grabbed a cup of fresh tea and raised it up to her, she huffed and walked into her room.
I sat in silence thinking about what I need to do next. Moriarty killed himself on that roof, right? Hmm, or did he? John and Mrs. Hudson are the last of worries at the moment. I have bigger problems, much bigger. I'm dead, well, to my friends I am at least. Thanks to Molly the make-up and dummy really helped convince John. Good, they are taken care of for now. I had a funeral...I wonder how that went? No, save that for later. I was deep in thought when I felt Molly's hand smack into my face. She had slapped me.
"What was that for?!"
"You killed yourself!"
"Of course I did! Why else would I need blood and a perfect identical dummy, think Molly think!" I stood up and looked down at her.
"S-Sherlock...what about John and Mrs. Hudson?"
"What about them?" I stared at her.
"WHAT ABOUT THEM? Sherlock, they care about you!"
"Oh really? Good to know."
"Sherlock, you need to at least tell John. This man you've been talking about. You can't deal with him alone!"
"Molly, would you like to know what'll happen if I speak to John again?"
"W-What?"
"No. More. Sherlock."
"B-But..."
"No, I'm not telling him." I'm so going to tell him, I need to. She is right, I can't take this man down alone.
"Why would you put them all through this?" I stared at her, she doesn't know...that If I hadn't done this they would have died. She was crying now.
"Molly, don't cry it's just pathetic. It's a sign of weakness and you my dear Molly are not weak." I kissed her forehead and grabbed my coat.
I'm going to tell John I'm alive.
~Warrior