Hey guys. I'm back with more Sherlolly moments and I hope you won't be disappointed in the direction I plan to take this… Thank you so much for all your incredible support. OMG, I am SO excited for next weekend right now. The FA Cup Final on Saturday (Manchester City FTW) followed by Star Trek Into Darkness on Sunday. WOOOOOOO! I cannot wait! This week is goin can use my free time to focus on this story though ;) xx Here's chapter 4 (it's a little shorter than some of the others)…
John rubbed his eyes, blinking several times, staring at the words in disbelief. It took him a few moments to realise he had better reply.
Well it's about time JW
John thought he could have done better to reassure Sherlock his feelings were nothing to be ashamed of. This was a big step for Sherlock and now he head to learn how to deal with said feelings.
What should I do? SH
John rolled his eyes at the childishness of the text. He suddenly got the image of a schoolboy passing a note to a girl in class with adolescent declarations of love scrawled on them. This would be exactly the type of thing Sherlock would do to avoid the conversation. John thought for a moment before replying.
What feels right JW
John suddenly realised what a huge mistake this was. Sherlock's logic was to ignore these feelings that 'got in the way' and eventually they would 'go away'. What would happen then? Would they stay together? Would Molly be happy in a relationship she knew wasn't going anywhere? Sherlock and Molly would lose each other… John buried his face in his hands. What have I done? I guess, I could tell Molly. He shook his head. No way, Sherlock will kill me. There's nothing to do but see how this plays out… John swallowed and eventually drifted into an uneasy sleep.
John woke up several hours later on the sofa and found Mary stood in front of him in her dressing gown, arms folded and frowning at him.
"Well, I can see you are much happier out here," Mary said, tapping her foot. John sighed.
"I couldn't sleep. I didn't want to wake you. I'm sorry," John said, smiling nervously. Mary's expression softened and she smiled.
"Oh, love. I'm sorry, that's really sweet of you," she said, sitting next to him. He pulled her to him and put his arms around her. He wanted what he had with Mary for Sherlock and Mary. He had faith that Sherlock would do the right thing. He hoped Sherlock wouldn't fear his feelings.
"Mary, love? I think I'm going to go out for a walk," John said, removing himself from the sofa and disappeared to get dressed before Mary could say anything else. When he returned, Mary was watching the TV and he quietly left to head to St. Bart's Hospital.
Molly had a relatively boring ahead of her, paperwork for the autopsies she had done yesterday. She glanced at the clock; 11:45am. She sighed, wondering where Sherlock was. She hadn't seen him since last night. When she got up to go to work, he had been texting on his phone; John probably. He had been rather secretive about it, hiding his phone behind his back when she had come into the room. Molly wished he was here; distracting at her by staring at her suggestively, giving up and dragging her off to their favourite cupboard. Where was he? When the doors to the morgue, Molly whipped her head round but was disappointed to see John there, instead.
"Oh, hey. You haven't seen Sherlock, have you?" Molly asked. John frowned and shook his head.
"I'm really worried about him I haven't seen him since this morning," Molly rambled, massaging her head.
"He'll be fine. Probably got some top secret case to deal with…," he tried to reassure her, but it was hard when he probably knew the reason for Sherlock's absence.
"Yes, but this morning he…was texting someone and…what if he's having an affair?" John actually laughed at her insecurity.
"Oh, come on, Molly. In all the time I've known Sherlock, you are the only woman to have made an impact on him. He was texting me this morning. I just wanted to…ask him something," John said, avoiding looking Molly in the eyes. She narrowed her eyes.
"What?" She wasn't giving up that easily. John shifted awkwardly.
"Um…it-it's personal…," John said, immediately wishing he hadn't. Molly gave him a slightly uneasy look, before nodding sadly. It wasn't until she had returned to her work glumly, that John decided enough was enough…
"Molly, I…have to tell you something," he began with a deep breath, wondering how on Earth he was going to approach this.
Sherlock stood outside on a busy London high street, alone and thoughtful. Thoughtful of the events that had brought him to the place he was now. It was busy, people bustling past him and disappearing into shops, but Sherlock didn't notice them. For once in his life, he paid no attention to the people around him, figuring out their lives from the brief glances he got of them. He took a deep breath, inhaling the fumes of London's traffic. Sherlock Holmes smiled to himself as he looked at the jewellers in front of him. This may just be the best idea I have ever had…
Ahhh! I really hope you are happy with the pace of this but don't panic, I have a plan, remember? Well, kinda. Right now, this is writing itself, lol. Please review and stay tuned. Thanks as always, my dears xxx