Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot bunnies running rampant in my head. I'm still in awe of TVP, it's up there with TEH, but there wasn't closure for Molly. Title is taken from the song by Annie Lennox.

Without further ado...

Molly hesitated before she answered the door. She wasn't expecting anybody, and at the same time she was half-hoping for a visit.

"Dr Hooper..."

It wasn't the Holmes sibling she was expecting, but then, neither was the tone Mycroft used when he addressed her. He sounded... she couldn't place the emotion he was using. But it wasn't one she associated with the elder brother. She opened the door and surveyed him. Mycroft looked different. Haunted. Uncertain. That's what she had heard in his voice. Uncertainty.

"Mr Holmes."

"Dr Hooper... I'm sorry to disturb you at home -"

"Again."

Mycroft nodded at her interjection. He'd sent a team through to sweep her house for cameras and explosives early the week before. She had taken the intrusion well to all reports, but the psychological assessment that had come back with it had him as concerned about her as he was his brother.

"Again. This time, however, I'd appreciated it if you came with me. There are several questions you have, and answers you deserve."

"If this is about Sherlock..."

"No, Dr Hooper." Mycroft's tone was surprisingly gentle to her ears. "Well, not entirely. It's about you."

"I haven't seen him yet." She ignored him in a rush. "He hasn't seen me." She wanted to avoid Mycroft's gaze. She assumed it was full of pity for the lovesick doctor.

"Yes, you have, Dr Hooper. And he's finally seen you."

It was not the answer she was expecting. And there was no pity there. There was... respect? She looked up. Yes, Mycroft was looking at her with something akin to profound respect. And he was still waiting for her decision. He'd asked her to go with him. She did deserve answers, but she found herself hesitating. Mycroft noticed her indecision.

"Dr Hooper. There is a significant amount of context you deserve, and truths I believe you have the right to know. It's not going to be pleasant..." he broke off and she watched a shadow cross his face. He made no effort to hide it, and that shook her slightly. He raised his chin and continued, "but if anybody can handle this information with the delicacy it deserves, it is you."

Molly measured Mycroft for a few seconds. Took a breath, and turned to grab her bag. When she turned back, Mycroft had her coat ready and assisted her into it. He looked grateful. "Thank you Doctor Hooper."

"Don't thank me yet."

"I will be thanking you every day for the rest of my life." Mycroft said it quietly, and with a seriousness that made her blink.

Not for the first time since the phone call, the subsequent MI6 crawl, and the radio silence that followed, Molly wondered what the hell had happened. From the way Mycroft was acting it was significant. She ushered him out, and locked her door behind her, using the time to centre herself. Mycroft guided her to the waiting car with a respectful hand on the small of her back. She knew how he didn't like any sort of physical contact, but he was treating her like the most important person in the world. Right. Answers. She was finally going to get them.