Chapter 1

It was one month after Sherlock's supposed death when Molly saw John again. The last time was at Sherlock's funeral. John was so sad and looked like he would collapse. She knew John was stright but he cared very much about his flatmate and baest friend.

After coming back from his service at the military,apart from his ignorant sister he had none. Then Sherlock's presence gave him strengh,purpose and hope that at some point he'd be able to live like a normal person again and eventually go about creating a family. All of these possibilities,though,disapeared at his best friend's sudden death. This may seem irrational but having someone so close to you taken away with brutal means -even if it is by suicide- can certainly change a person. For better or for worse.

John didn't know that Shelock was very much alive and trying to take down all of Moriarty's ''web'' by himself. Molly of course knew and wanted so much to tell John the truth. That his best friend was alive. Mycroft had warned her no to say anything to John cause it would seem suspicius of him to start acting ''normal'' again and that could make him a potential target for Moriarty's still-standing associates in London. Molly ached to tell John. She knew that John would not likely recover fully to his usual easy-going self till Sherlock returned. john would probably be very angry with her for not telling him the truth about Shrlock's livelyhood. It wasn't as if they were best buddies but...

She decided then and therethat she would tell John that Sherlock lived. Damn the coincequences. He certainly had a right to know. Sherlock was,is his best friend after all. And Molly liked John. Like really,really liked him. While everyone thought the brunnette pathologist was infatuated with the clever consulting detective,that was never the case. Not really. It's not tha she didn't love him. She really did. How could she not? After so many years of putting up with him and whatnot she grew to care for him deeply but Molly didn't loved him that way. And while his brilliance and cleverness proceeded anything she had encountered before,John was something else. For her John was by far more intriguing and intresting. Not that Sherlock was lacking or anything but the heart wants what the heart wants.

John was a doctor. Not that social standars mattered to her but an army doctor at that... An occupation like this,despite its duration , certainly required of one to have guts and be brave. And judging from wha Molly could see in John's eyes he must have been through hell and back and still thrive on and have hope for a better tomorrow. However,now he was shattered from his best friend's suicide. He must be feeling so alone,she thought. But that wasn't going to last for long. She decided then and therethat she would reveal the truth and be there for him. Even if that meant resentment from his part for letting him suffer a whole month. She was going to save him even if it was the last thing she would ever be able to do. And then she might have the chance to tell John how she felt about him. Truth was that she loved him. She loved the army doctor like nothing else on earth. Did that make her a creep or something? She thought otherwise of course and that's why she never bothered to correct others when they assumed that she was after Sherlock. Let them think whatever they wish , she always thought when she mentally approached the subject usually with a glass of red wine at home in the dark hours of the night.

At the matter at hand now. It was as if fate had arranged the meeting hereself. Minute after thinking all that in her mind while operating on a body -dead of course,she was a pathologist after all- John,the man her thoughts surrounded appeared in front of her. Matter of speaking,he was close to the door of the morgue and when she raised her head to see him he had already taken a few steps inside the cold room.

Molly was very suprised to see him. Ans he was a sight to behold. It was a given that Molly thought John handsome,as he really was but he looked kinda rattled an she could tell that he had lost about 5 killos in the past month since she had seen him. Her suprise was clearly shown on her face and she didn't know how that looked like to him.

After looking at him for a few seconds she gathered all her courage and decided to finally greet him.

"John! Hi! I didn't expect to see you here." Molly said while trying to look cheerfull but not too much as to overwhelm him.

John however didn't answer right away. He seemed as though he was studying her,searching for something. A clue perhaps? A clue for what? She didn't know and she was certain that if John was going to stare at her openly she was going to do the same. She had already noticed the 5 killos he's body was missing when he entered the roomand now had the chance to study him further. He didn't seem too restless but had his hair longer. He didn't cut it as usual. As many other women in the 21st century, Molly had a hair fetish. She didn't particulary liked men with very long hair but long enough to comb her hand through them. John was due toa haircut a while before the "fall" and seemingly he decided to let them grow. Anyway,moving on... John was dressed in dark blue slacks paired with sweet brown oxfords. His musled chest was adorned with a champagne shirt and above that was a thick dark burgundy sweater. It was still cold outside and that would explain the black jacket he was holding in his left arm. It appeard that this was his favorite jacket. He seemed to have plenty of those but this particular one must be his favorite,Molly thought. What the bloody hell was she thinking!? John was infront of her and all she could think about was his diverse collection of jackets!?

And then she looked at him again and saw something she hadn't noticed before...oh my god! How could she not have noticed before!? John was wearing glasses. Like big black -I'm your sexy history professor- glasses. He was so bloody sexy! Molly thought she was going insane. How could she not when all she could thing about was how much she wanted to shagg this man's bones. Thinking all that she almost missed his reply.

"Hello Molly. I know it's been a while since we last saw each other...at ah,Sherlock's funeral. It's hard for me still to...to think of him d-dead." He said looking down when uttering his last words and hesitating to say more. It was like talking like this was difficult for him.

Though , after a few seconds he raised his head again and continued speaking. "I assume it's hard for you,too. So,I came. Here. To talk. With you." John was kinda blushing by the end of his speech.

While at first he looked sure of himself by the end he was blushing like a schoolboy. It was so sweet. He was so sweet. And cute. To have him here... To realise that he might have worked it out by himshelf that neede someone to share the burden of Sherlock's death with. And she was beyond delighted to learn that he had chosen her to be that certai someone. Molly was by all means suprised. Pleasantly suprised. It might be awkard at first but she was sure everything eventually would find its place and at the end it would be all fine.

End of chapter 1.

Song of this chapter: Hold on to what you believe in by Mumford and Sons