hi guys this is my first Sherlock story, being new to the fandom... It's a Sherlolly/Tolly story, following the events of season three. Also, I'm so sorry but I am nothing is currently on a hiatus... to be honest I don't know when I'll write it again...

Molly sank down onto the armchair and considered bursting into tears. When Sherlock had appeared behind her at the hospital, it was possibly the best and worst moment of her entire life. On the one hand, she was incredibly happy that he was back. On the other, she hadn't thought she would ever see him again. She thought she was being hopeless, pining over someone who she wouldn't even speak to ever again. So she made it her lifetime ambition to get over him.

It seemed like she had found the perfect distraction through Tom. She didn't love him, that would be Sherlock, but she did like him a lot, and she thought in time she might come to love him more than Sherlock. And Tom was a lot more probable than Sherlock. So she had accepted when he proposed to her. And at the time she convinced herself it was the right decision. Now she wasn't so sure. Now Sherlock was back, and with him came an infinite number of opportunities. But she was engaged, and would she really call off an engagement just to go back to attempting to but having no chance with Sherlock? She was so confused...

"Molly!" The front door open and shut; Tom was back. Molly groaned. She didn't really want to see him right now... Tom came bounding in, happy and blissfully ignorant. He reminded her a bit of a puppy, thought Molly... So different to Sherlock. As Tom ambled around the kitchen, making himself a cup of tea, Molly couldn't help but compare him to Sherlock. Tom was kind, Sherlock was not. Tom was caring, Sherlock was not. Sherlock was a sociopath... What was it about him that drew her in? Comparing them, Tom was the obvious choice. And, of course, Tom loved her, Sherlock did not. Well. He might... She remembered his words: "You do count. You've always counted and I've always trusted you." But no... He was just saying that because he needed help from her. It was wishful thinking, but... when he had said that, his eyes, ever fascinating, cold, unreadable... she looked into them. And she saw desperateness and vulnerability, and she saw in his eyes the truth behind his words. Or was she just imagining it? She was snapped out of her musings by Tom.

"Are you okay? You're acting a bit strange... I don't think you heard anything I just said!" The concern shone clear in his eyes.

"I'm fine."

"You know you can tell me anything and I won't be angry at all..."

Suddenly Molly felt upset by Tom's kindness. Here he was being all kind and concerned and here she was pining over someone else. At the very least, he deserved to know...

"Um, you know Sherlock?"

"Who?"

"The detective who was accused of being false?"

"The one who killed himself?"

"Yeah, him... Um, the thing is, I knew him..."

"Really? Wow! But... What's that got to do with anything?"

Molly took a deep breath and just let it all out.

"Well he's not actually dead, he faked his suicide with my help, I didn't think I would ever see him again but he's back."

Okay so maybe she didn't tell him everything, but she didn't think Tom would really want to hear about how she didn't really love him. She had already given him enough to think about.

"Wow... I understand why you're feeling emotional; he was probably a close friend of yours, if he asked you for help."

Molly could tell that Tom didn't really get why she would be so worked up just because a friend came back. Yes, it was in a sense back from the dead, but that shouldn't be such a big thing – she had known he was alive... It wasn't the best excuse for being so upset, but it was the truth, and Molly felt she owed him at least part of it. So she smiled and thanked him, although developed a cough and got up to drink some water when he tried to kiss her. She spent the rest of the evening pretending to have forgotten about it – laughing at his jokes, even making some of her own, and only at night in the safety of her bed did she let the tears slide down her cheeks.

aw poor molly... You probably get from this that I like Tom... Wrong! I know it seems that way but I actually hate him! Not really his fault, although he does annoy me it's because I ship Sherlolly and it's obvious that Molly still loves him... Except she's engaged. So she's trying to get over him. And Sherlock does hint at liking her too... There's the obvious "one person I care about most in this world" remark, and the 'jealous?' Thing that pops up when Molly is examining the skeleton body... The only reason Tom is like this is because I was trying to make him the opposite of Sherlock.

Drop a review! This will be a multichaptered story... just thought I'd mention! By the way don't expect regular updates! I mean, I won't leave you for, oh I don't know, a month or something (at least, not unless it's on a hiatus) but don't expect one every other day or anything... Thanks!