And finally we see Sherlock's point of view through the events of Zapped.

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He started out with holding her hand. It was warm, and roughly the same hand he'd once held. Sherlock marveled that she'd waited five years for him, staring at her as she dozed against his shoulder. It might have been confusing for someone else, but he could easily overlay his missing decade with her missing half. There had long been the suspicion that Mycroft was hiding something or someone from him, but it was too well hidden—no written documents and faceless lackeys did the trick. He had been too addled from his injury early on to properly gather the evidence that he could have used against his brother to bring Molly back to him.

A fiancée, a woman he'd asked to be his wife for years before she'd finally agreed—disappeared. Though, in an ounce of fairness to Mycroft—Molly had asked, had begged. She had wanted him to be free. Not of her, but of obligation he couldn't remember. She loved him enough to give him that. There was no fault, either, in not wanting to fight with that awful human being he'd been when they first met. That time right after he'd woken from the coma was fuzzy, and always had been, but he must have just been terrible to her. Sherlock had already glanced through the main events, seen that Molly had dropped all of her plans—and that meant job applications, interviews, family trips, finding a flat for them to share somewhere in London—and spent her time religiously at the hospital while his traitor brain had been busily erasing her entirely. Such a poor way to repay her, it twisted his heart.

Molly was hesitant even now, he could tell, that this was somehow an act or that he would relapse and forget her once again. He half wanted to ask, demand, that if he did relapse that she force him to stay with her—have Mycroft force him to stay with her. Molly would ignore it, though, and Mycroft wouldn't push her otherwise. All Sherlock could do was let her curl up to his side in the car for most of the long ride up to Scotland.


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