Here's the continuation to "Sharing"! I decided to continue it under a new story because the story name "Sharing" didn't go well with how the story is developing. So here goes!
Hope you enjoy it!
I do not own Sherlock or any of its characters.
Chapter One
It had been two years since Molly had left Sherlock distraught in his mansion.
Two years since Sherlock had told her that he needed her.
Two years since he faked his death.
Two years since she had seen him.
And now he was standing in front of her in the locker room with a big goofy grin on his face.
"Hello, Molly."
"Sherlock! You're back!", Molly squealed and ran up to him. It had been so long since she had seen him. So long she had worried over his safety, where he was, was he even eating at all. Sometimes, she had even wished she would get some news from Mycroft or Sherlock himself that he was alright. That he was safe. Anyhow, here he was. Safe and lovely and…
"Whoa!", she gasped and quickly halted before she ran into his arms. Her left hand felt heavy and stepped back. Sherlock pouted at her but Molly chose to ignore it and instead focused her attention on his nose.
"What happened to your nose…oh…John?", a giggle burst from her mouth.
"John", he scowled and touched his tender nose.
"You deserved it", Molly smirked.
"But I did it for him! He was in danger!", Sherlock whined.
"Two years, Sherlock", Molly sighed. She knew it was useless to make him understand. He was immune and unaware of human feelings. She shook her head and walked back to the morgue with Sherlock at her heels.
"Molly…?", he whispered.
"Hmm?", she frowned as she picked up her unfinished paperwork.
"Umm…about what happened in Cumbria I-..", his sentence got choked up his throat when he saw something gleam in Molly's left hand. In Molly's left ring finger to be precise, "You got eng-engaged?"
"Oh..yeah, I did", she smiled brightly at him and turned her attention back to her paperwork.
"That's…nice. I'd like to meet him someday."
Molly's blood drained from her face and stood frozen at her spot, "No."
"Why not? You've already said yes to the reunion Mrs. Hudson is hosting", he cocked his head to one side.
Molly gulped and stared ahead of her. Her fiancé...standing next to Sherlock…she couldn't imagine what would happen next. Series of insults aimed at him or possibly her.
"We'll see…", she murmured.
"Are you alright…? Is he…is he good to you…?", he whispered and took a step towards her.
"He's way better for me than you", she spat, making him stop in his track. It had been two years, but she was still just as much tired of his insulting assumptions, as she was before. Sherlock flinched at her outburst and clasped his hands together, behind his back.
"Alright…I'll see you later", he murmured and left without another word.
The next day, all of Sherlock's friends got together at Baker Street as per Mrs. Hudson's orders. Sherlock, John, Mary, Mrs. Hudson and Greg were already there enjoying wine, teasing each other, discussing any upcoming marriage when the door opened and Molly stepped in.
"Hello, everyone", she smiled shyly. She was holding hands with an unknown person.
"Hey, Molly", John smiled.
"This is Tom…Tom, this is everyone."
Everyone stared at Tom a bit too longer than would have been considered appropriate. Sherlock was too busy staring out the window at the waiting press outside his door when John coughed. Sherlock turned around to look at John.
"Ready?", Sherlock frowned at John. He was trying very hard to control his giggling. He decided to ignore it and stepped forward to leave, when he thought his reflection caught his eye. He blinked and stared at…certainly not his reflection.
The newcomer was tall and lean, had dark curly hair, shorter than Sherlock's, and had large pale blue eyes and prominent cheekbones. He was wearing a dark coat, not the best copy of his Belstaff, with the collar turned up and the scarf around his neck was tied the same way that Sherlock tied his.
Sherlock's eyes widened as he took his time in giving him a once-over from his feet to his head. His jaw dropped open and he turned to look at John who was grinning at him.
"Tom Wilson, at your service", Tom grinned excitedly and brought his hand up to shake it with Sherlock's.
"I hope not…", he murmured so only John could hear him, who quickly turned his back to them as he shook with silent laughter, and shook hands with Tom, "Sherlock Holmes."
"I know!", he squealed just when everyone had gone quiet. Molly blushed with embarrassment and tried hiding behind her wine glass.
"Yes, well let's go, John", he smirked at him as he made for the door, before whispering quietly in Molly's ear, "He can never be me…"
Molly blushed and cowered away from him as he gave her one steely glance and left with John. Molly looked to where Tom sat, huddled between Mary and Mrs. Hudson, giggling and sipping his wine.
I will make it through…no…we will make it through. Tom and I will make it through.
This was a short chapter wasn't it...? But did you like it? The next will be a longer one, I promise!
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