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OMG, hello! After...lots and lots of months, I'm back! I'll try to update whatever and whenever I can all of my fics but life is nearly unbareable these last months. So yeah, no excuses exist to cover my long abscence from writing and updating or even reading and reviewing others' fanfics.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. And no beta so bear with me...sorry in advance. All mistakes are mine.
On with this fic!
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It was a week after their little lunch date-that-wasn't-a-real-date-and-thankGod-Sherlock-had-dissappeared-and-thus-they-had-a-lovely-time that John decided to reach Molly again.
Her words had hit home, he indeed had missed a lot of Rosie and hence, he thought a week away just the two of them was ideal. They had arrived yesterday and the doctor thought that it was appropriate to seek the sweet pathologist again. She was always in his mind nowadays. He could even see her in the little things his daughted did.
And after an imaginery conversation with his departed wife following a bottle of wine John accepted his attraction to Rosie's goddaughter. Alright, more than just attraction but he was human afterall. Albeit a fault one but human nevertheless.
Rosie was at Sherlock's, being watched over by the Holmes brother's and Mrs Hudson. Apparently, Mycroft Holmes was going to be a father in seven months with his mysterious secretary-who's-name-is-Anthea-surprisingly. Unbelievable but not improbable. And now John had to find someone as a plus-one to attend the small ritual of their union. Molly of course. Hence the visit. That was the reason he had given to Sherlock, anyway. A knowing look had greeted him but the kind doctor had ignored it.
"Hello there."
Molly turned her head to him with a few seconds of delay. She had been really engrossed on her spacemen to be alerted to his presence. His intoxicating prescence, rather.
"John! Hi! How are you? I haven't seen you in a week." she said and came closer to him after getting rid of her gloves.
"We came back from Brighton just yesterday. I still have a couple of days off and I was wondering if you wanted...to have dinner with me. I want to catch up and to mh, ask you something." he nervously uttered.
"Dinner? With me? S-sure! When, where and what do I wear?" she enthousiastically asked with a bright smile on her face. "And more importantly what do you want to ask me? I-I have a question of my own to ask."
"Oh, well okay then. How about tonight then? At 20:30? I'll come pick you up and we'll go to Angelo's? How abou that?"
"It's fine. John Waston, is this a date?" Molly asked him. She was REALLY into him but she respeted Mary's memory too much to actively start dating her husband after a handful of months. And this was probably one-sided. John could be just polite to her. But this look in his eyes that made them shine...the warm smile she could see on his sweet face...prompter to accept without further thought.
"Maybe?"
With a disbelieving look from Mary who was apparently sitting in the nearest stool he decided to correct himself.
"Definitely." was said with a sure nodd of his head.
"Well...as Mary is indeed encouraging us towards...this, I guess we can do nothing but go forward. Maybe together." she replied with a knowing small smile and a glance in Mary's imaginary form at the right.
"M-Mary? Y-You see her too?!" John asked with disbelief. "I-I thought I was going crazy! That I..." he looked lost and shocked in equal measure.
Molly touched the right side of his face with her respective hand and caressed his skin, erasing a dropped tear in the proccess. "We all see her. You, me, Sherlock...she is a part of us. One that is never going to be erased. She'll always be here, and she touched the top of his head with her other hand, and in here, and now she pointed at his heart. We' re all just living with her physical abscence." she gave him a watery smile and he engulfed her in his arms, tight.
Thing were looking up and all for everyone but Mary's loss was visible in their lives. And apparently the only thing they could do was continue living life with her memories and her advice given in the letters each one received upon her death's anniversary. Without their knowledge the operation 'Put Hoopson together' was long ago a go.
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So...what do you think? next chapter will be posted within the next week. And I'll do what I can with the other fics. Little by little all will be finished by late fall. It's a long shot but I'm dissapointed that I haven't updated anything in all these months. Sorry isn't enough.
Thank you,
Andriana, Greece
