Hey! So it's been a while since I write any fanfiction, english is not my first language, so please excuse my spelling and correct everything you want. And please let me know if you are enjoying it! I hope you like it! :D

Sherlock tries to fix everything in his life, he tries to be a better man, for her. He now knows he is a human, and he has feelings, and he is no longer afraid to show them, but this is going to be difficult he has never done this in his life. After the TFP. Sherlolly.

Sherlock knocked on the door, but he received no answer he waited, 2 seconds, 6 seconds, he knocked again, 9 seconds, was it now too early for knocking again? He thought. Maybe it was too early but he had to, he couldn't wait anymore, he was hurt, he didn't even know how he was even standing up, he couldn't believe what he had passed in the last hours, but still he was here, and no one he cared about was hurt, physically hurt, he could fix it and he was going to fix everything so he knocked, but before he could even finished knocking, the door opened.

There she was, she was wearing the same clothe as early in the day, the same she was wearing in the phone-call, but there was something different in her look, she now had a bun instead than a pony tail it was all messy, like the one she used when she sleeps, and her eyes... He now realized she had been crying for hours, for the swelling of her eyes, he noticed she was sad, she was hurting, he thought if he had the same expression on his face as her, he was hurt, and he had just realized why.

"Sherlock". She wiped the tears above her eyes quickly. "What are you doing here, Sherlock?"

"I-I..." He was there, right in front of her, and he didn't know what to say, he, Sherlock Holmes, whom never had any problem talking about anything, he couldn't talk about sentiment. "Molly, I-I need to talk with... With you. Do you have a moment? Can I come in?"

She didn't know what to say not even what to do, a few hours ago and he had ripped the most hurtful confession she had ever said, what was he doing there? It was then when she noticed, he was shaking, and his face, oh his face! His face was paler than normal, he even seemed... Sad. She only has seen him like this when Mary died. Then she got out of her shock.

"Yes. Yes, of course." She moved aside from the door to let him in, he was in a terrible state, well she hadn't look at herself at a mirror yet, so maybe she was like this too. She was scared, and with a heart broken.

She closed the door and took a deep breath, she, they could feel it, this night was going to be intense, there were a lot of things to talk about.

"What happened, Sherlock?" She was really scared, he had sit on the sofa, not even on his chair like he would call it, he wasn't being himself.

"Molly, i-im sorry." Then his eyes meet hers. She knew what he was taking about and suddenly she couldn't take it anymore.

"No Sherlock, you can't do this anymore!" She was hurt, and mad, mad at herself for not trying to avoid her feelings towards him. "Sherlock, today... The phone call..." She felt the tears falling down her cheek burning her as if she had this all closed down and she was about to explode.

"Sherlock you are not sorry." She managed to say trying to not break down. "And you are not sorry, because you have never been, you have humiliated me millions of times and I just keep by your side, always by-by your side. And all that time you stayed here during your 'death'" She made a gesture, Sherlock did nothing but to stare at her. "I thought, I don't know I though that you were changing, you were always trying to make me feel better, or that I thought. And then." She paused briefly for a moment trying to not get emotional while talking, and not cry more than she was already crying. "Then you disappeared. And I was alone, I didn't have anyone, I didn't have you. So when you came my whole world change again but you didn't change you keep being that 'high-functional sociopath' as you say, but I keep by your side, always by your side!" She raised her voice a bit just to emphasized what she just said. "And then, today..."

Not to you... Because, because it's true, Sherlock. It's always been true.

"Today you hurt me like anyone did before, they were just words for you, it was just for a case as you said, but not for me. It hurt, and it stills hurst because I meant it I really did and you didn't even care, because you were doing what you always do hurting me without even noticing." And she stopped just standing there looking at Sherlock, who was looking directly at the floor, for a moment she thought he was even crying, but it was imposible we were talking about Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes who doesn't have emotions as he says.

"Sherlock?" She said while walking a step closer to him, he hadn't move, she was getting mad, she had just reveal him all her true self and he was just there? Not doing anything? She couldn't believe it.

"But it isn't true." He said while raising his head to look at her, that was when she saw it, he was crying, he really was.

"What isn't true Sherlock? That you weren't trying to hurt me or that you didn't even care?" She couldn't help it, she was angry, angry at him for making her suffer this.

"Everything!" He raised his voice. "Nothing of that it's true Molly. I do!" He began to break down, he was crying. "I really do." His voice was breaking down.

"What, Sherlock? What do you do?" She asked almost as a whisper.

"I do care for you, Molly Hooper! I want you to be happy, really happy! I never ever want to hurt you, even if I do, I really do not want to hurt you!" He took a deep breath, taking all of his energy to say the final words of his speech. Molly was there in front of him just staring at him as if this was impossible what was happening. "And I-I really love you, Molly Hooper!" He said that without even think about it, he didn't have to, he knew it was a statement not case, not an experiment, just him and his, feelings. "All I did today, for god's sake all I did today was just because I love you! It wasn't for a case, it was because my sister threatened me by using you, she said she was going to kill you..." He was breaking up, because of his tears he couldn't even talk. "And I-I couldn't let her do anything to you, because I care so much for you than I do for anyone." He finally said trying to calm down. "Anyone" He whispered, in such a low voice that not even Molly heard it.

"What-What did you said?" She asked in a whisper. Getting out of her shock.

"I said that I care for you." He said finally meeting her gaze, with the confidence he had just messed things up, for bad.

"Before that."

"I said that I love you, Molly Hoop-" She interrupt him by joining her lips against his.

Sherlock took a second to finally react to what was happening and finally correspond her. This kiss wasn't of angriness or for just to silence him, this kiss was a kiss for getting to know each other, to express the feelings they both had hidden for all those years, it was a soft kiss and full of love. He didn't have a lot of experience in this, but with her, it all feel right.