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Molly woke the next couple of hours, pushing hair out of her face, getting up and straightening out her clothes. She stretched before realizing that there was a sound of a violin floating through the house. She got up, got her dressing gown around her and walked out, but the feeling of being watched set her on edge. She got out of the bedroom and walked downstairs before realizing that it wasn't Sherlock playing. She walked into the kitchen, where the sound was coming from and looked around for him. The feeling of something being off made her pause in walking another step.

In fact, she waited there until she felt a hand on her hip and the smell of Sherlock's wool coat washed over her she didn't make a move. He pulled her in, pushed her slowly into the corner and put his phone in her hand. It was already open and sending a message to MH, had to be Mycroft. They made eye contact and he looked towards the front door and in three seconds he was nodding his head, as if counting. When he stopped and gave her another pointed look she bolted.

She threw the door open, feeling Sherlock's hand on her midback and he pushed her and for a moment her fear gripped her and she didn't even notice when Sherlock's hand left her. But after a few minutes of running she looked back, hoping he would say something about being able to stop because her legs were burning, her breath had left her and she was winded as she kept pushing herself. But Sherlock wasn't there. She stopped and her feet slid from under her, causing her to trip and fall into the tall grass, it covered her enough that she knew he would find her from her foot prints if anything less.

She stayed there, and waited for what felt longer than five minutes before she saw smoke rising from the way of the cottage they were staying in. She raised herself up, noticing how the house was on fire, just the top floor it seemed. She got up and fought inside her mind about going back. Looking for Sherlock but then she saw him, running towards her, with their bags in his hands. He was already running her way and she couldn't believe how stupid her was.

He got closer and she flexed her hand and she saw his mouth moving, counting... and as soon as he got to her he gave her a look before tossing their bags down, he was on two, and then he kicked out at her legs, sending her back and he covered her as an explosion rocked the earth from the house. "we shouldn't be hit with the pieces-"

Molly smacked him, once, twice, and went for a third but he caught her wrist. "You stupid, stupid man!" She shouted and pushed at his shoulders before making him roll off of her and then she once again tried to hit him but he just held her and waited.

"We both know I am not stupid." He told her and he looked over her face and was so confused when he saw that she was about to cry and he pulled her head in as her arms wrapped around his sides and she cried into his chest before she pounded onto his chest and started to sob harder and harder. "I don't understand." He whispered to her and she started to calm down.

"You left me to get our stupid clothes? We can get that anywhere." She said and pushed him again and he huffed a breath before pulling her back into his chest.

"I knew what I was doing. I had to start the fire-"

"You started that?" She asked pulling back even more and she looked shocked and he couldn't tell if it was confusion or shock.

"I had to. There was information in there that could be hacked unless dealt with. Mycroft told me to." He said and he looked down to her hands to look for his phone but came up empty. "Where is the phone?" Molly felt confused. "Molly, I gave you the phone before we went through the door, what did you do with it?"

"I was running, and when I got over here I fell so it must have fell then." She said and they both sat up, looking for the black square in the tall grass and then he saw the smudge marks of where she must have fallen before looking in that vicinity for the phone. He grabbed it, saw there were now scratches on the screen and he felt Molly walking to his side. He hit the little green button before he reached for her.

"Is it done?" Mycroft's voice flowed through the phone and Sherlock always hated how there was no endearment.

"Hello big brother, no I wasn't killed thanks for asking." He said and looked to Molly who had moved from his side to pick up their bags.

"Is it done Sherlock?" He asked once more and he sighed.

"Yes, it's done. The house was on fire, then it blew up. Better get the charred bodies out and all that." He said before he winced when she worked his jaw, it still stung from her slaps.

"And Miss Hooper?" He asked and Sherlock looked back to her and smiled.

"Dr. Hooper is just fine. A little mad that I went back to set it on fire but she is safe, and sound and secure." He told Mycroft and reached his hand out to her but she innocently handed over the bag. He took it as he heard a few clicks as Mycroft sent out orders, and then tugged Molly to his side. "So, where are we headed?"

"London of course." Mycroft laughed lightly and Sherlock was confused.

"You're going to just put us back into the heart of London when we are supposed to be dead?" Sherlock asked and Mycroft laughed lightly.

"Oh Brother mine, did you really think you could leave London and not be followed? At least here you have your own ways of getting around." He said and Sherlock had to concede that it was true, and safer.

"And what about Molly?"

"She'll come with you, stay with you, of course you won't be staying in 221 B with her."

"I'm not going to just leave her alone." Sherlock said and felt Molly stiffen like she was worried that is what they were going to have to do.

"Of course not, you and John are going to take turns. He has an attic above his practice. They are putting in a new bed as we speak, a fridge, even a new shower head." Mycroft said and as Sherlock started to notice how worried and scared she actually was.

"Where shall we meet the helicopter?" He asked trying to leave the rest of their much needed conversation for later because Molly really didn't need the stress, and they needed to get moving.

"Should be able to hear it, head into a clearing, no tall grass I assume. There should have been a small secluded beach near the cottage. Head there, and for my pleasure, don't cover your eyes." Mycroft teased and before Sherlock could fire back the line was already gone and Sherlock grabbed his bag from Molly, then her own before going towards the beach, her following.

When they got to the small hill that was too steep for even him to keep his balance, he had told her to stay there as he went down and then walk halfway back up and called out to her. She moved slowly, the sand and rocks not helping her one bit when she slid down and before she could stop, Sherlock had her in his arms, his arm around her stomach, and his other holding her thigh so she didn't actually hit him.

"I got you." He said and went back down to the level sand and as he set her down he couldn't help but want to hold onto her. He kept one hand around her waist, lightly, and then moved his other to gather their bags. They waited less than three minutes before they could see the helicopter. Another 30 seconds and they were both blocking their eyes from the wind and sand being picked up.

"Are we sure that this is a good idea?" Molly asked him before going towards the heli with him just in front of her.

"If Mycroft has everything under control like he says he does then I don't see why not. Then again things could change at a moments notice, so, we are going to do this, we are going back to London where I knew how to save you without blowing up a house." Sherlock said as he turned to help her get into the chairs. He got in next and instead of strapping himself down he worked on her because he could just see how scared she was to be in this. She's never flown before. At least, not with an open door.

Sherlock made her sit in the middle, and moved towards the outside and got strapped in before he saw her rubbing her palms onto her jeans and she was doing her deep breathing and Sherlock put the headphone and mic on her so they would be able to talk and then put his on. "You're going to be fine." He told her through the headset.

"I've never been in one of these..." She whispered through the mic and he smiled as he looked outside as they started to rise. "Sherlock, we're not going to live through all of this and die on here are we?" He looked back to her and saw that she really was holding onto her buckles with her eyes screwed shut. He thought it was convenient that she was mad at him, that she didn't want to talk to him, but at this moment she was going to need him.

"You think I would let anything happen to you?" He asked her and she relaxed lightly before looking to him. "That I wouldn't save you from this if it wasn't safe?" He asked her and she just gulped before looking to both sides and then he reached for the hand closest to him and let her clutch his hand as tight as she needed to.

"Sherlock Holmes jumping out of a Helicopter? A little too 007 don't you think?" She asked him and while he wasn't happy about that reference, he was so glad to see that she was relaxing, just a moment.

"A bit." He conceded and Molly sighed and leaned back into the chair as the heli started to turn and head towards London.

"Sherlock..." She whispered and he heard her and turned his head so she knew that he was waiting for her to continue. "What are we going to do?"

"We are going to stay together, keep you safe." He told her and saw that she was battling with what that meant. "And we are going to talk Molly." He added and this time her gaze pinned him.

"Sherlock-"

"No, you stopped me once, you're not going to get away from me." He said and turned to give her his best serious look and he noticed how she inhaled deeply.

"Sherlock."

"No Molly. We can talk about this here, or we can wait until we are back on the ground. Safe, in London." He told her and she just gulped and stopped trying to object, giving him her answer. She had recognized the look in his eye. It was the same one he had when he told her that he was going to die.

It was a short session to London, less than half an hour. As soon as they landed he turned, unbuckled her before getting out of his own seat. He got their bags and then helped her down since she seemed to have scraped her ankle and the pain was just setting in.

"Where are we going?" Molly asked almost silently as they got into the blacked out government car waiting for them.

"Johns practice. They are converting his attic into your own personal bolt hole." He said and looked over at her before she nodded twice before looking out the window.

"At least I know John will be able to patch me up." She whispered and he clenched his teeth an he waited for a minute before he reached over and grabbed her hand and gave it a squeeze. Molly looked at his hand, holding her, and then up to his face. She let him have her hand, but she was keeping a hard hold on her heart this time.

He broke her three months ago, and in that time, not once, did he come to her, not once did he call to explain, not that anyone else did either. She had gone to John, Lestrade and even Mycroft, they all said the same thing. That Sherlock told them not to talk about it, and that she needed to let it go. After three weeks she had, and ever since then, she's been letting it go, getting over it.

And now Sherlock was going to reel her right back in, she could feel it.

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