Chapter 7 - (I apologise if this chapter is very long as well :/ its just it is quite important ;) ) 2 weeks later - Molly can't take it, Sherlock can't take it, Wiggins has to take his feet OFF! and IT happens.


Chapter 7

Molly

2 weeks had gone by and Sherlock still slept on the couch.

Every time I left for work I merely said "Bye" and walked out the door. No kiss on the cheek, no tender hug, nothing.

We had been in a silent argument for 2 weeks.

He still hadn't bothered to say sorry.

Sherlock

2 weeks had gone by and one thing was progressing slightly more than the other.

I should just say that, me and Molly weren't on the best of terms at the moment and this had resulted on me sleeping on the couch for the past 2 weeks.

I wish I knew what to do.

I needed her help.

I also needed a softer mattress.

Molly

'Maybe if I talked to him it might help?' I thought to myself as I absently ran the scalpel down a large man's chest cavity.

'What about though?' I questioned.

What current topics would interest Sherlock?

I could ask him about the Moran case I suppose.

It was a bit of a dry topic.

Maybe I should try and make up with him?

What had caused the fight in the first place?

John.

Yes.

I mean I could always tell him about that...

Don't be silly Molly. If he found out that I had made John more suspicious I would simply make it worse.

Mind you, this had been the initial reason why I had kept so quiet in the first couple of days. I hadn't wanted to risk letting slip that John thought that he was still alive because of me.

I had been under so much pressure these last 2 weeks. It would probably do me the world of good if just let it go.

Sherlock

Wiggins had come round today.

We had talked about the use of a scandal in the case, to help its along it's way.

He was sat on the sofa with his feet on the coffee table. I was sat in my armchair plucking at my violin's strings.

"So...say it to me again Sherlock, who is this...Woman?"

I sighed. I'd been over this part at least 4 times now.

"The Woman. She is a dominatrix. She is very skilled in the art of scandals. I was involved with a case with her where she was in possession of some rather compromising photos to do with a certain member of the royal family."

"Okay...but are you sure she will help us? I mean you were supposed to be putting that woman - The Woman - behind bars for her 'scandals'."

"She will help us. I trust her. To an extent. All I want from her are some tips. I don't know much about catching the attention of the tabloids."

"So you've phoned her and invited her over for dinner?"

"No. Not for dinner Wiggins, for a chat."

"Like I said, for dinner."

Wiggins really could bring out the worst in people.

"Why would I want t-" I stopped myself, "Oh never mind."

"More tea?" I asked, picking up the teapot and pouring some into my own cup.

"Yes please. Do you have any biscuits?"

"Yes, they're just over he-"

I was cut off mid sentence by the sound of the front door opening and Molly standing in the hallway with a confused expression, plastered on her face.

Crap.

"Molly!" I smiled through gritted teeth, slightly angered, "can't you just text me when you're coming home?!"

"WHAT IS THIS?!" she shouted back, pointing between me and wiggins as if to insinuate that I had been having some sort of affair with a homeless man.

Molly

He was just sat there, with the grubbiest looking young man I'd ever seen. He was almost defiantly one of his 'homeless network'. I don't know why I was so angry, but I think It was some thing to do with the fact that he had his feet on my coffee table.

"GET YOUR FEET OFF!" I bellowed, striding towards him.

He obeyed and looked very frightened.

"I think I'd best be off..." he said quietly, quickly grabbing his bag and heading for the door.

"Molly, you can't do that-"

"-YES I BLOODY WELL CAN! ITS MY HOUSE! NOT A BASE FOR YOUR HOMELESS NETWORK!"

Oh this felt quite good. I had needed this.

"I was working on the Mora-"

"I DONT CARE SHERLOCK! DO YOU THINK I CARE?! SOMETIMES I WANDER WHETHER YOU EVEN CARE ABOUT ME!"

"-What? Why? Why would you say that?" he stammered, put slightly off guard by my accusations.

"OH DON'T PRETEND LIKE YOU DONT KNOW!"

"I seriously don't have a clue."

"THE OTHER WEEK! YOU DIDN'T EVEN SAY SORRY."

"Oh." he realised, "Sorry...?"

"Don't try it Sherlock. Just don't." I slumped down into the sofa, burying my face into my hands.

He sat down beside me and placed a hand around my shoulder.

"Is there anything else? You've come home half an hour earlier than usual and I don't think it was to shout at me."

His tone made me relax more. He was calm therefore I was calm.

"Yes. There is."

Sherlock

"What? What's wrong?" I said, pulling her closer to me.

"You promise not to get angry. You don't know how hard it was for me." She murmured as she leant her forehead on my shoulder. I stroked her upper arm, showing her that I promised.

"After we had that fight a couple of weeks ago, I went away."

"Yes," I encouraged.

"Well, I decided to go to Mary and John's house. They'd said I was welcome and I needed someone who would take me in."

Okay, so she'd gone to see John and Mary. I couldn't see the big problem here.

"We'd gotten talking and I'd bought them presents, etc. However, before I'd bought the presents I had got us some essentials; Coffee, Nicotine patches and um...um...condoms."

Why did she have to wince so much? It was a perfectly normal thing to buy.

"When I got out the presents I had bought, all my shopping split onto the floor."

"Molly, I don't see what you've done wrong." I said, placing my other hand on the top of her head and stroking her hair.

"I'm not quite done. When everything fell out he saw the nicotine patches and thought that I had taken up smoking. He wanted to know why. I said that it was because I was still missing you. He said that I shouldn't lapse. He said that I should keep strong. He said that he wished that you were still alive Sherlock. You don't know how much it hurts to know that you have to lie though your teeth to such a good man. I didn't know how much longer I could keep it up."

"Molly, I do understand. I wish he could know." I whispered to her. She looked up at me teary eyed.

"I know you do. But..."

"What do you mean but?" I asked, unwrapping myself from her.

"It was just so much..."

"Yes...?" I spurred on

"I might have..." she continued.

"You might have what?" I said, getting increasingly more tense.

"I might have suggested that you were alive."

"What?" I barley even whispered; shock taking over my body and my hands coming up to press against my face.

"I'm so sorry. You don't know how sorry I am. This is why I have been so quiet for the past 2 weeks. I was worried how you'd react. John sort of thought that you might be alive but he strongly doubts it. Mary has sorted it all out I think."

I din't say anything. I cut out. I think my brain just went: "You know what, we both can't do this for any longer. It's too hard."

I was ready.

Today would just have to be the day.

She'd planted a seed of doubt in his mind and there would be no removing it. It was possibly one of the better times to break it to him. If I didn't do it now he would come looking for me. He knew how. He'd spent too long with me for nothing to rub off on him.

I got up and went over to the coat stand. I grabbed our coats, scarves, hats and shoes.

"Sherlock what are you doing?" Molly asked when I gave her her coat and shoes.

"Were going to see John."

Molly

I didn't have the courage to speak to him in the taxi.

I was too nervous.

How the hell was John going to react when he realised that I had lied to him all this time and that, in fact, last night was a small nugget of the truth.

I was shaking slightly.

I don't know whether I could even get out of the taxi once it had stopped.

It felt like forever, but when we finally got to the front door I was told to stand behind Sherlock while he rang the doorbell.

Each footstep that I heard coming towards the door felt like one massive kick in the stomach.

The door finally creaked open and Mary was standing there; for a couple of seconds she looked very confused at this shabby, tall, brooding man looking quite pleased with himself.

Oh he was very good at this.

She saw me and then it all seemed to happen very, very quickly.

Mary looked between me and Sherlock, John came around the corner, the breath left his lungs. His whole body tensed up and his fists clenched into balls.

"SURPRISE!" He gleefully sang, shaking his hands like he was in a play.

John's breathing got faster and Mary seemed to catch on, all of a sudden I was being pulled inside the house and into Mary's arms. I couldn't see anything because Mary was pressing my head against her shoulder. However, I heard a massive 'Slap' and a 'Crack'. When I looked up Sherlock and John were both struggling with each other on the doorstep. I could hear muffled cries of; 'YOU BASTARD!' and "HOW DARE YOU SHOW UP HERE!"; coming from John and Sherlock seemed to not be saying anything. He was just taking it on the chin (quite literally) because he knew he deserved it all he seemed to be doing was keeping John from properly killing him.

Mary and I just watched.

"Is he Sherlock by any chance?" She finally said. Half laughing.

...And Breathe...I could breathe...Finally after 10 or so months I could actually say his name without having to look over my shoulder to see whether someone had noticed.

I laughed lightly at her question simply said, for the first time, the truth;

"Yes, yes it is."