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Molly woke up the next morning at 3:00 a.m. Toby was still curled to her chest and her hair was still damp. She moved Toby so she could sit with her knees to her chest and sighed as she placed her head in her hands.
"Why?" She questioned softly to no one in particular. "Why me? I'm no one special. What did I do to deserve this?" The question went unanswered.
After a few minutes Molly turned to her cat. "Toby it will do us no good to stay in bed. Let's go make some chocolate chip pancakes." She suggested smiling. "We'll make it through this. We don't need Tom. He never really liked you anyways." Molly then started to get all of the ingredients needed from her pantry. "Toby I'm glad I have you." Molly whispered to the cat hovering around her feet. "You're my true friend."
Next stop was the kitchen and the mixer. She made the batter and then added the chocolate chips. It calmed her to cook, because it is such a routine task. Molly didn't have to think while she cooked. She looked at the clock and then at her calendar. "I get to spend two hours with you Toby then I get to go to work." She was glad that she had work though because it kept her mind off of other things... (Tom).
Soon the pancakes were ready and Molly sat down on the couch. She had fed Toby on her way out of the kitchen, and lined up a Glee on her DVR. Luckily she had already seen it and could know what was going on even when her mind wandered which it was prone to do.
She spent the episode eating and thinking about Tom. "He obviously wasn't her Prince Charming if this is what he did to her, but then again she had seen the musical Into the Woods and in that version both the princes were terrible people, but the way they were played made it funny. Being the princess that wasn't good enough wasn't funny.
What had she done wrong? Nothing She decided. Molly had followed her hurt friend and her fiancé jumped to conclusions. She must have done something wrong. Tom wouldn't just leave her would he? Molly felt the tears begin to form and told herself she couldn't cry again. Not after last night.
Molly walked to her room trying not to cry or think about Tom. He was he past now no reason to dwell on him.
Her closet held nothing special, but that was the way she liked it. Molly had always found although hard it was best to blend in. People were less likely to bother you that way.
Everyone always assumed she was the normal one, but they didn't question why she worked in the morgue rather than as a doctor or nurse. (Which she was capable of as her instructors were always pointing out) The dead didn't hurt you. Well then Sherlock came around. If he knew what she did to fix the mistakes he pointed out. He might know and not care. Or he hadn't noticed.
She shook her head. "No thinking about them. Not today. Not right now." Molly shook her head again grabbed out a green jumper and jeans and got changed.
Then she looked at the clock. "Alright Toby. I'm going to go to work. I'll be back around 2 may be 3."
In the kitchen she filled Toby's food and water again then left for work. She crossed her fingers that Sherlock wouldn't be there.
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