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((PS: (3/26/14) Apperenty i do not know how to change a new chapter... eventhough i do! i accidentally deleted this chapter and put in the same one... sorry if you've already read this chapter... if you havent... then enjoy still!))

Title:Human Error

Summary: Season 3 spoilers(Set after HLV):Molly Hooper is a prime example of human error when Jim Moriarty took advantage of her feelings for him to meet Sherlock. Now Moriarty is dead, the autopsy she has proves it is him but he is mysteriously back. Although the thing that bothers her most is this dead Jim doesnt have a scar on his chest. So the real question arises who did she date?

Rating:T (ratings will change in future chapters)

Genre: Drama/Adventure/Romance


Chapter Seven

"Here you go," Molly said as she hands John Watson a hot cup of coffee and sits beside him in the waiting room of the hospital. She feels like a personal barista lately with Sherlock's tea and this but she doesn't mind though she feels better if she's doing something even though it is something little. She hates being useless.

"Ta," John said mindlessly. He just stared at the steam of the cup and started to tap his foot impatiently.

She softly pats his back comfortingly, "it's all right John. It'll all be good."

He groans in distress, leaning his back on the chair "But she kicked me out! Can you believe that?"

"Can you blame her?" she asks trying her best not to laugh.

He frowns to think about it. The whole entire time while in Mary's room he was in such a panic, wanting to know everything, demanding things and kept throwing around that he fact that he was a doctor; and he drove Mary insane that she screamed at him to leave a room and come back when she is ready to have their child. When he refused, she threatened him. "Leave now or miss our child's birth because I can certainly manage on my own with or without you!" So John left quietly and now he is sitting in the waiting room with Sherlock and Molly for two hours now, patiently waiting for another update. "No," John answers shamefully.

"At least they come frequently to update us. Molly chose those words to at least give him some sort of comfort because he knows he is very worried. Though the truth is, the only reason why they are getting this much updates is because of her. The attending physician is her best friend, Marie Swan. The last news they got was twenty minutes ago, Mary is halfway there.

"You can go there and check for me if she is doing alright, can't you?" John asks her desperately.

Her eyes widen in panic. "John, she banned you from coming in there. So I'm sure I'd be one of them too."

"You can tell them you're a doctor too..."

She laughs nervously though it sounded like a tiny squeal like a squirrel. She was about to protest when thankfully Sherlock saved her.

"John, obviously Molly is not the right doctor for that, like you. You're the kind of doctor that diagnoses patients the wrong disease then if they croak Molly is the one that would open that cadaver and find out that you misdiagnosed the poor fool on her slab." Sherlock says uninterestedly. He just had his fingers together under his chin. It was the first time he spoke in about two hours.

John slowly turns to Sherlock furiously, "Fat lot of help you are." He hissed between gritted teeth. Molly had to put a hand on his arm to stop him from doing something rash.

"Yes, but I'm here for you. Not Mary." Sherlock says firmly.

John just stares back at him, his emotions conflicted. He doesn't know if he wants to thank him or clock him right on the throat but eventually he cooled down as big if an ass Sherlock can be, he can always count on Sherlock. So John sighed in defeat, "Still doesn't give an excuse to be a dick." He mutters under his breath.

It was another hour until another change from Mary had happened. She was almost fully effaced and had asked for John who left them wordlessly power walking to a slow sprint to her room.

It was Marie that gave them the news. After John left she turn to Molly then takes a small glance at Sherlock who was still in his own little world. When she turns back to Molly she had a knowing look on her face that Molly knows all too well. She takes a seat beside Molly. She nudges her shoulder at Molly and whispers, "I rarely see you now a days."

Molly sighs, "Been busy at work lately." She told a white lie. She had been avoiding society lately and just laying low. She has just been either hiding at work or her flat and then there's Sherlock who for some reason always has someone follow her around.

Marie again leans forward to take a closer look at Sherlock. She wags her eyebrows at Molly maliciously, "So that's the famous Sherlock Holmes, huh? The tabloid pictured doesn't do him justice. He's very good looking." She mutters excitedly on Molly's ear.

Molly groans and rolls her eyes. She now remembers why she avoid her friends as much as possible lately. "Shut up, Marie."

Marie sighs dramatically, "Fine be that way." Then stands up. "Doctor Parea is done with her current surgery. So she will be with Mrs. Watson now." The playfulness in her voice disappeared and she sounded professional. Then it dropped the same second when she smiled seductively, ignoring Molly's death stares, "It was nice to meet you Mr. Holmes. I've heard so many things about you." Marie couldn't help but bite her lip to stop herself from giggling.

Molly was glad Sherlock wasn't paying attention. She scowled at Marie and grabbed her arm dragging her out the waiting room. "Thank you Doctor Swan, you can go now." She hissed at Marie irritably. "Out." She repeats darkly this time when Marie refused to leave by just standing there and staring dreamily at Sherlock.

Marie's pager went off snapping her to go back to reality from drooling over Sherlock (or pretending just to tease Molly). She sticks out her tongue at Molly and walks off.

Molly stood by the door watching Sherlock. He hasn't said more than five words all evening. She was about to say something but decided against it. She just sits back down on the chair she has been sitting on all night. None talked or made a noise for another hour. The only sound was from Sherlock tapping his foot impatiently. She turns to his direction and notices that he seems very frustrated to the point that he is on edge. He taps his foot every few minutes then when he realizes what he is doing he stops. Then he starts again...

No matter how hard he tries to hide it, she can sometimes read him when he is this vulnerable. He is scared of something. She decides to move closer to him. She wanted to pat his back like she did with John but she knows that it wouldn't be welcomed or appreciated by Sherlock. She finally decides to speak a few minutes later, "You can talk to me you know." But it came out a mumble that she is sure he didn't hear. She barely heard herself. She clears her throat and says, "Everything will be all right. Mary might be early but the baby is technically full term so there aren't any risks here."

Sherlock finally looks at her but he is just staring right through her. The expression he has now was the same blank look he had when she found him in her flat the night of his supposed death. His eyes are glassy and shaky not able to focus on anything. "Molly, do you think if I stayed -dead this wouldn't happen?" He was tapping his foot again, and that's when she realizes that it's the same leg where his anklet monitor is at. He is shaking his leg hoping that it would come off.

Without even knowing what she is doing, she puts her hand on his knee so he'd stop. She leans towards him to force him to look into her eyes so he would know that she isn't making up what is would be saying next. "No Sherlock. If you would have never returned John wouldn't be as happy as he is now. He'll try his best to be happy for his family but it'll never be complete for him. You wouldn't be able to be at his wedding. And remind everyone that was there the reason why we all love you because of your heart." She smiled at him sincerely but it seems to not faze him at all. He started shaking his leg again anxiously, she squeezes his knee tightly and he stops. "Magnussen would still be terrorizing powerful and important people of England. And also which is the most important part of all, who knows what the state of our government be in, the Palace of Westminster would be in ruins. Remember you saved England the first thing you did when you came back."

He shakes his head, "Mycroft could have done all that." He says quietly.

She stares at him brokenheartedly. She wanted nothing more than just to give him a hug or something. He seems so helpless. She doesn't know what else to say to give him some sort of comfort but before she could stop herself the words slipped out of her and she immediately regretted it because she sounded so anguished, "Then I wouldn't be able to see you again." She wanted to look away but hey eyes are glue to his when he finally met her gaze.

"Molly," He says her name quietly and conflictingly. He certainly doesn't know how to react to what she told him. It was too personal and sentimental. All he thinks of himself is bringing sadness and destruction he never understands why there are people that care for him as if he deserves it. He notices a tear had fallen from her eye so he just lightly touches fingers on her cheek to wipe the tear off and hands still lingers on her face for a few more seconds then he tucks her hair on the back of her ears. He was about to say something else but the door lightly slams open and John walks in a blue gown looking as white as a sheet as if he'd seen the ghost.

Sherlock and Molly got startled then straightened up as if the physical contact they shared had burned them. They both also moved away, awkwardly averting each other's gaze (though she thinks it was just her) and pretending that nothing had happened like they didn't just got close to prevent him from having an emotional breakdown.

John just stood there with a frozen look on his face. He started mumbling something incoherently.

"John?" Sherlock asks anxiously.

This snaps John back to reality and repeats what he said loudly this time, "I'm a dad."

Molly couldn't help but laugh and the tears that threatened to fall a few minutes ago had finally fallen all at once are tears of joy, "Oh John." She says in between sobs.

Sherlock just snickers, "What?" he asks again loudly this time. Just to gesture to John that he should say it loudly and proudly.

And John obliged, "I'm a father to a healthy 7 lbs., 19 inches long baby girl!" John screams excitedly. It echoed in the small room.

"Yes you are!" Sherlock agreed as he stood up and took Johns arm to congratulate him.

"That is wonderful John." Molly says happily. She also goes to John and gives him a big hug. She glances over at Sherlock and he had satisfied smile on his face, remembering why he came back to London in the first place.

"Do you want to meet her?" John asks with a grin.

Sherlock grins right back, "Oh god yes."

John nods happily and then walks out of the waiting room with Sherlock following right behind him wordlessly.

She wiped the tears off her face and she didn't move. She felt like imposing on a family moment. She didn't mind though, it made her happy. Finally Baby girl Watson had finally gave him a reminder why he did all those things the past year, to keep the Watsons safe.

She looks at her watch and it was almost four am in the morning. It was official that she only had a total of three hours of sleep the whole day. Her body hates it; her exhaustion is making her body calling for her bed or maybe even get something to eat. She only had a banana and bagel several hours ago. Maybe she should just head home and probably get some proper sleep. She was about to leave the room when she almost bumps into Sherlock who was standing there by the door. "Do you need anything?" she asks.

He cocks his head to the side and smiles crookedly, "Aren't you coming?"

She bites her lips to keep herself from smiling beamingly, "It would be a pleasure."

Another hour later after meeting Eliza River Watson who was sleeping peacefully in her mother's arms, Lestrade was sitting on the couch across the room. Sherlock was pacing at the end of Mary's bed just mumbling things under his breath. John and Mary are cooing at the sleeping baby and Molly was just watching the happy family.

Then the television turned on all of a sudden.

"Did you turn the telly on?" John asks Lestrade who was sitting next to the remote control.

Lestrade just stared at the controller, "I didn't even touch it, maybe it was set on a sleeper timer or something..." He was about to shut the television off when it turned to static, the same static that invaded London television taunting everyone if they had missed him.

"What the bloody hell is this..." John cusses out not taking his eyes off the telly. He protectively put a hand on his wife and child.

"Do not turn it off!" Sherlock screams at Lestrade and snatches the remote from him. He started pushing buttons as if trying to check if there was another broadcast but the television didn't change channels. "The remote isn't working." He opens the battery box to reveal that it's empty. He started to look outside trying to figure out who may have turned it on.

"Sherlock..." John calls for his attention. Sherlock was too entranced of watching outside to see the panic in the room.

"Not now John," he says firmly. He waves his arm to dismiss him.

"Seriously you cock, look at the telly." And he did what he was told, he sees Molly staring at the it in horror before he looked himself. The television stopped the static but now had a still photo of Moriarty's face, the same one from the broadcast. "Miss me" on the bottom left of the with the pixelated mouth. An air of terror fills the room as they were all staring at it waiting for the taunt to start but nothing.

"What kind of sick game is this?" John breathes angrily.

Lestrade was on the phoning the authorities demanding to know if there are complaints for other broadcast interference.

"Shut up, Lestrade. Everybody shut up!" Sherlock screams furiously. He goes to investigate the telly trying to determine if there is another sensor for a remote that turned it on.

"Quit shouting like a brat, Sherlock Eliza is sleeping!" John hissed at Sherlock, who was ignoring everyone.

"There is no broadcast. Everything is clear." Lestrade said after hanging up on his mobile to whoever he was talking to.

"John..." Mary breathes desperately and points at the telly shakily.

And that's when the picture moved, it was just a photo that was held by none other than Jim Moriarty, he is sitting on a big black chair looking like a proper gentleman and not a criminal consultant-a maniac. He had a cold sinister smile on his beautiful face.

Molly could swear he is looking right at her.

"Did you miss me? I certainly did..." Moriarty spoke after a few seconds of chilling silence of him just staring at the camera.

Molly leaned on the chair beside her for support as he started to talk. She could barely hear what he is saying because her heart is beating rapidly and her pulse is drumming in her ear.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Sherlock... I didn't really peg you as a murder. I was going stay hiding until I find the right time to rise from the dead, less dramatic than you did... Saving parliament and all. When I found out you were sent to your exile and execution." He paused to frown.

Everyone in the room looked at Sherlock in question, they didn't know about that his secret mission was a death sentence.

Moriarty continues, "I thought to myself why not come back to life. I can't have England just write you off like that..." He laughs, "That's MY JOB!" he screams at the camera as he leaned closer to make his point. He stands up and paces behind his chair. "You see Sherlock, I was hoping you'd stay dead or actually died... Nice plan you had there with Molly Hooper, tricking the world you were dead. And then you miraculously survived? That was a pretty high jump but then again I swallowed a bullet for you." He mimed a gun into his mouth and then his brain exploded. "Guess you and I don't stay dead for very long." He sang delightfully.

Sherlock just clenches his hands into a fist to stop himself from reacting something rash but Molly could tell he was shaking with rage. She wanted to go over to him and just keep him company or reassure anything but she couldn't even move. She was frozen to this spot.

"If you are seeing this now that means Mrs. John Watson just had their baby girl so it is easier to send out this message to all you lot. So tired of doing it one by one... Congratulations by the way John. Mary is such a beautiful wonderful woman; I wonder what AGRA treasure you found her from." He winks.

John shakes in fury too but Mary just gasps and hugs her daughter protectively in her arms.

"It's nice to have more players in this game is it, Sherlock? I was just waiting for that tiny one to pop out... Much more fun. It's like a game of chess she's either a pawn or the king. I'm sure either one of you will be heroic and want to protect her more than anyone else... It is not always about you, Sherlock." He says venomously.

Then Molly swears that when he turned his head slightly he was looking directly at her that she had stopped breathing, "And Molly Hooper, you naughty, naughty girl. I heard exes can be spiteful, i mean thought we broke up in good terms. I left you without hurting you; I left you in one piece thinking that you're already useless. Loving someone who doesn't even think you matter is a good enough torture for me and i didn't even have to do it. I don't want to get my hands dirty" He pursed his lips together as if he was disappointed with himself, "Oh was i wrong. I am never wrong... You definitely have caught my attention. I am never going to think little of you; you're the girl that mattered." He says chillingly, he steps closer to the camera that only his face could be seem. "I'm coming for you, Molly Hooper. You know why? Because I do miss you." He whispers darkly and he licks his lips.

The look on his eye reminds of her the night he leaned to kiss her; it was dark, determined and chilling. (Why she let him kiss her was beneath her) It made her stomach turned that she feels that she could throw up at any moment at least she was glad she hasn't eaten all day... So she'd probably just dry heave. Or remember to breathe slowly because she feels like she is hyperventilating.

"Oh, I've got a present for you too." Moriarty's face faded and the 5'am news started.

"We start today's news with some breaking news. In the neighborhood in of Beech street was woken up by an explosion of a house and affecting the nearby houses to have nearby damages. We have yet to determine the cause of the explosion. And we have ten injuries and one in critical condition. We just got the name of the victim, it's Mike Stamford. He was sent to the nearest hospital in critical condition…"

Then the television went blank…

The last thing Molly remembers was her head spinning possibly from her heart giving out from beating out of her chest 1000 beats per minute she believes. Then her mind went black and she felt herself fall. "Molly!" Sherlock called and caught Molly before she fell head first into the chair beside her.


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