A/N: Short chapter, I know. I'm just awfully tired and I wanted to get this in before the beginning of next week. I'm trying to get in at least a little something every two days if possible. I devote most of my free time to this, but you know. I get distracted way too easily. Maybe if I didn't spend 4+ hours screwing around on Tumblr while listening to music on Pandora, I could have gotten a bit more in. xD Shoot me now, wouldn't blame you if you did. But anyway, here's your little filler chapter.
It had been a couple weeks since John and Molly had gotten together. They spent most of their time going out on small dates before and after work. They would get coffee, or a slice of pie. Maybe stroll throughout London, just generally having a nice time. Soon it evolved into Molly spending nights at 221B with John.
This was one of those nights.
John and Molly both sat close to each other on the sofa as they watched late night telly. She leaned against John, her knees loosely tucked into her chest as she was covered by a light blanket. She held a small cup of tea in her hands, smiling softly. John sat normally, leaned over onto his elbow, yet tilting his head overtop of Molly's. At random intervals, she would pick little things that she heard from the show and then give her insight on the topic. They were rather funny at times.
"Oh, yeah?" John looked down at Molly with a curious smile. She let out a small giggle.
"Visiting America was a rather interesting experience. It was a short trip, but I had a lot of fun." Molly took a sip of the tea she was holding. "Maybe one day I will go back. I'll take lots of pictures. How about you? Other than Afghanistan, have you been to any other countries?"
John thought for a moment. Had he? "Not that I can remember. I might have as a child though." Other than Afghanistan… He really should visit some newer countries.
"I see. Well you should visit some. It's a very nice experience." Molly paused and John was about to ask why before she cut him off in a panicked state. "I-I mean, not that you have to!"
"Molly, I-" John was once more cut off from his futile attempts of catching the woman's attention.
"It's just…. It's just that, visiting other countries is a lot of fun!"
"Molly-"
"A-And you know, since Afghanistan isn't the exact most beautiful…"
"Molly!" John pressed on with a near shout. "Molly, I would love to. Maybe sometime in the near future, we could visit a country together." His voice was much softer; to calm her from the fright she got from John's shout. Molly simply nodded and nestled her face gently into John's neck. "That would be nice." She said.
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John stretched his body then replaced his arm over Molly's sleeping boy. It was different. He was used to having Sherlock there… Molly was a much smaller frame. He wouldn't lie though; it was more comfortable with Molly than it was with Sherlock. Although he did adore Sherlock's constant snuggling. It was rather… adorable and well, a bit attractive. 'Wait… What am I thinking? John you are straight.'
Molly stirred before cracking an eye open. She pulled herself closer to John then sighed contently. "I have work today." She muttered rather sadly. John didn't feel too upset about it, but he masked that and showed a bit of sadness as well.
"I do as well." They both lied still for a little while before fully waking up. They stood from the bed with their morning stretches then began their days. Not too long after dressing, they were sitting in the kitchen enjoying a nice cup of coffee before Mrs. Hudson swiftly entered with a plate of biscuits in hand. "Hello dear. It's very nice to see you drinking that coffee for once." She chirped while placing the biscuits down onto the table.
"Thank you Mrs. Hudson." John flashed a momentarily smile before leaning off of the counter and placing the mug into the sink. He took a quick glance at the time then nodded to the landlady before Molly and he left for their jobs.
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Sherlock sat on the sofa, leaning forward with his elbows against his knees and his hands clasped together in a praying sort of gesture. His eyes were closed as he thought to himself quietly. It was every so often that he would order an invisible figment before cracking an eye open and realizing that it was just him in the large house.
And that was just it. It was only him. John was no longer there to grab his laptop or text someone immediately for him. John was no longer there to pester him about cleaning up or yelling at him for using his laptop. John was no longer there to tell him when things he did were a 'bit not good' and he was not there to follow him onto cases like he was used to.
After all of this time, Sherlock had never once gotten used to the feeling of not having John around to watch him. Frowning, the man turned his head to the French doors leading to the patio in the backyard. The large house… it reminded him of the home from the Baskervilles case. Sherlock let out a small chuckle at the thought of John's experience with the midnight Morse code. Yes, John had indeed told Sherlock of that situation. But the feeling of John not sharing rather humorous experiences with him… it only made the separation feel worse.
Sherlock had done a lot during the 3 years of being away from Doctor John Watson. He had taken out all of the ties to Moriarty in 2 years, but allowed himself a little down time for about a year. Sherlock most definitely felt it was time to reveal himself to John, but what worried him most was how John would take it. He did in fact expect John to result in violence, at least a little bit. And believe it or not, Sherlock accepted that fact. If John needed to throw a punch or two to release his anger, then so be it. He would absolutely understand and allow it to happen for the sake of John.
Then again, Sherlock also took into consideration of the theory that John may believe his mind was playing tricks on him. Even if Sherlock were to prove through sheer touch and other senses alone, the simple mind would easily create such an ideal situation to allow John to grasp onto the reality and thought that the Sherlock that was so clearly standing in front of him was simply an illusion.
Sherlock sighed, once again frustrated. He seemed to be getting more and more agitated with the thought of John shunning him away like such. It was a cold feeling. Surely this was what John must have felt when Sherlock had left him. He longed to reveal himself to John. To stand on 221B with a bright, natural smile – for once – then knock on that door surprising John. Although first, he needed a way to get rid of Molly. Not completely, though. Just to have John put her to the side.
Sherlock gave a simple smirk of good intentioned evil.
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John tapped his pen against the desk he sat at, his mind drifted off elsewhere. Despite having Molly as a first priority, John's thoughts always circled around Sherlock. God he was such a bloody idiot. Why couldn't he just have let John help! John knew Sherlock better than that! He wouldn't be a fake. He was the only one… the only one who would be able to do that. John never doubted him once. Not once. Nor did Molly or Mycroft.
And believe it or not, John remembered when Moriarty first made his appearance. When there was an explosion near the flat. Dear god did he remember that. John remembered walking in and Sherlock asking how it was sleeping on the lilo. Then he remembered Mycroft correcting him and saying Sofa, which was exactly right! But the thing is about this, Mycroft only corrected him about the sofa. Sherlock knew. He simply got one small detail wrong.
And that was just it. Sherlock always knew. Every time! He, without fail, always knew exactly what John had been doing. Just as for Afghanistan. On the day that John had met with Mike Stamford, he hadn't been in contact for a long while. Mike initially thought he was still in Afghanistan. It was only after they had talked a little, that Mike had introduced him to Sherlock. If Sherlock were truly just a normal person and made everything up, he wouldn't have had the time to research every little thing about John, especially about Harry. It was impossible! Mike even admitted to not saying anything to Sherlock.
And thus left that gap where he knew Sherlock had made his very first mistake. John's eyes snapped open in realization. Sherlock tried lying about his life, why? Was he trying to throw John off of the trail of something? Surely that had to be it! He had no doubts that Sherlock had been pulling one of those stunts again. It wasn't all too often that Sherlock had done that, but he had in fact at times done things without John knowing until after they were done. Perhaps this was one of those things that Sherlock believed John wouldn't be a good enough help to do.
John grabbed a nearby notepad as he began to jot down his suspicions. This was clearly going to take more thought that just what he had done, but thankfully enough, John had lived with Sherlock enough for Sherlock's mind to rub off on him a bit. It just took a bit of hard-earned thinking and piecing the little facts together. He'd have to look into this a bit more. He was confident that he could piece together the answer. Somehow…