Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Steve Moffat, Mark Gatiss own Sherlock and his realm. I just own my computer,my version of Openoffice, and my sick fantasies. English is not my native language, please forgive the mistakes and the typos.
I dreamed this chapter last saturday night, (after an awful dinner at the restaurant with my family) and it was a perfect finale chapter. Unfortunately, I can't remember a thing of that dream. Meaning that, this is not the last chapter, and I have to postpone any real Sherlolly action to the next-and last, I hope-chapter .
Thanks to everyone, readers, followers, etc. ...and now, without further ado, another chapter for you, my brave readers !
" Why are you worried, Sherlock ?"
" Because, Molly Hooper , I fear that you're ready to leave me, and I don't want you to do it "
" I'm not going anywhere, Sherlock " . The consulting detective noted Molly's voice quivering,only faintly, but decided to ignore it .
" Physically, maybe not yet ; but you're mentally and emotionally ready to leave, Molly - don't insult your intelligence or mine trying to deny it . It's simply pointless "
Molly let a curse escape, but only in her mind . She had counted on him being oblivious during the entire process of gradual detachment of her life from Sherlock Holmes . Instead he was there, in front of her, well aware of her intentions, and he didn't seem inclined to let her go. The pathologist was at loss. He knows . Of course he knows, Molly, he's the one and only Sherlock Holmes , the master of deduction,he probably figured it out from the way you tie your laces or handle your purse...It wasn't fair: she had thought he would have been relieved, because finally mousy Molly Hooper had come to term with reality and finally understood that all her daydreaming were only fantasies, rather than possibilities . Oh, if only she could really hate him, for his timing, for his constant poking in her life, for his careless flattering...She knew she was a coward, but she didn't want to discuss with him there, trapped in John and Mary's flat...Wait a minute. John...Mary...the wedding-stupid Molly ! It's not about you - it's never about you ! He's afraid of being alone, now that John is moving out !
" Sherlock, is it about the wedding ? Nothing is going to change, you know - John is moving out, but he will always be your blogger, your best friend, your partner in crime-solving "
Oh, dear Molly Hooper . Still convinced that she didn't count . How many times do I have to repeat myself before the people understand ?
" It's not about John - it's ab-"
" You're talking about Mrs Hudson, arent' you ? She's going to be away crusing only for a month, Sherlock, then you'll have your landlady back. Martha will always be there for you "
" What about you, Molly ?"
" What about me ?"
" Will you always be there for me ?"
Something in Molly cracked,imperceptibly . She tried not to look in his eyes - she cursed again her ability to see him , it made everything more difficult , always.
" Of course , as long as St. Barts is going to have me "
Sherlock let out a frustrated sigh. It was more arduous than he had predicted .
" I'm not talking about you as a pathologist, Molly . I'm talking about Ms. Molly Hooper, the woman who helped me"
" Sherlock, how can you even start to doubt it ? I'm your friend, like John, Martha, Greg - she saw him grimace at the mention of Lestrade's name, but she decided to ignore it. " Nothing is going to change that, you can count on it "
" Are you sure ?"
" Sherlock, now you're starting to worry me - what happened ?" she asked, her tone alarmed .
" You ! You happened ! You stopped stammering, and became more confident , started to treat me like you do with John , or Mike, or Greg - he spat the last name - or any other man in your life. I waited for a long time for you to overcome your silly crush, but now it had happened , and it annoys me !"
Molly decide to count till three before giving him an answer . He was disturbed by something , almost shaken, and she didn't want to distress him. On the other side, she was strangely curious . Blimey, Sherlock was a grown man , he could tolerate a bit of mockery . At least she hoped .
" So now you're annoyed by the fact that I'm not the irritating, mousy girl I was before ? You're annoyed by the fact that I don't annoy you anymore, am I correct ? Are you offended by it ?". God damn this man's ego, it's bigger than the moon !
" Yes! No! I- I don't know ! Jesus, I'm the one stammering now !" Sherlock was so distressed that he didn't notice the spark in her bright eyes, or how her lips were slowly turning upward, and just continued to rant . "You're finally ready to leave me, really leave me ,and I know when you took that decision. It was that night in the laboratory, when I asked you to help me faking my death, wasn't it ? You can see me, Molly, you saw then my flaws, my weaknesses, and you realized that I'm not the extraordinary man you thought I was, and-"
" Sherlock Holmes, you are really an extraordinary idiot "
The consulting detective stared at her, his mouth agape. He was usually the one calling the others idiots, not the one receiving the insult .
" yes, Mr Holmes, you heard it right . You are really an idiot . How could you possibly believe that that day I saw you as an ordinary, normal, dull man ?!"
" But you said it, the other day in the morgue - that it was in that moment that your crush died, you realised that I was just a man, a pathetic man..."
" I didn't say that. You're the most incredible man I've ever known . You're always going to be that for me. Yes, that day my crush for you died, because I realised that it was not a crush anymore . It was something more, Sherlock, and before I tell you what it was , I need to know why . Why are you behaving like this ?"
" I ca- I can't tell you. Christ, how could you live with this annoying stuttering ? It's excruciating "
" It will pass, Sherlock . Now tell me, why ?"
Sherlock looked into her eyes . He saw comfort, and acceptance , and something else he couldn't define.
" I don't experiment fear, or doubt, very often, Molly; but right now, I can't find another word to define how...how I feel "
" Were you afraid of darkness when you were a boy, Sherlock ?" She patted the white leather sofa and encouraged him to sit down . Sherlock did it, and Molly continued, without waiting for an answer . " One night, I was four years old, I couldn't find my night-light . It was a cute ladybug night-light, my grandma gave it to me . I started to cry, and called my father . He said to me " Trust me, Molls- there are no monsters under your bed, or behind your armchair, or inside your closet . Embrace your fears, and you will see that there's nothing to be afraid of ". I suspect he hid my night-light, but the message is: is it worth cry, or losing your sleep, for something that you are afraid of ? Is it worth to abstain from something that may be beautiful, only because it's something new, or different ? "
Sherlock inhaled and then slowly exhaled . Maybe she was right . Hiding because of fear was not very Sherlock Holmes'.
" For a long time I thought that you be distracted by another man would be convenient . For both of us . Do you remember what I told you once ? " You should no longer-"
" Pursue relationship in order to preserve law and order" she quoted . "Yes, Sherlock, I remember it quite well . One of your best advice " . Sarcasm dripped from her voice .
" It was a rather stupid thing to order you, I admit it, and I apologise . Although..."
" What ? You were apologising, it was my clue to accept your apologies. No "although". Just " Sorry, Molly"
" You didn't do what I told you to do, did you Miss Hooper ? You dated someone when I was in hiding "
" No I didn't "
" Don't lie to me . You did, and you dated someone we both know. I still don't understand his appeal... "
" Listen, I don't know who told you this, but it was completely innocent...and I don't understand why I'm starting to ask you for forgiveness . You had, and you have still no right to interfere with my love life " Molly fumed . How could this man be so infuriating ? They were having a heart-to-heart conversation just a few seconds ago, and now he was accusing her of something completely stupid .
" Lestrade told me . You were both lonely, and it was over before it even started. It's true, isn't it ? "
" I didn't date Lestrade ! We went to the pub a few times, and it was only because he was finally divorcing and needed a friend to rant - well, now that we have solved it, back to your apologies" Molly rushed, hoping he didn't notice her urgency to distract him from her date history during his "death".
" You're staring at your shoes. You always do that when you're distressed, or...guilty. You feel guilty about something ". Obviously it didn't work. Damn him and his observing skills.
" Nothing of importance"
" I'm the wrong man to lie to, Molly..."
" It was just a kiss, Sherlock ! For God's sake, it was just an innocent kiss, nothing more than a peck !" she shouted, exasperated .
" So Lestrade lied to me. He's been good, the silver fox..." the consulting detective stood up, and started pacing.
" Greg didn't lie to you . I didn't kiss Lestrade - and to be honest, I was not the one who initiated the kiss, keep it in mind "
" Who ?"
" Sherlock, it's my life , and it's not your business, alright ?"
Suddenly Sherlock had a brainwave ." It was him, wasn't it ? That's why he was so agitated; he was not trying to protect Lestrade, he was trying to deflect my attention ! Sneaky little bastard..."
" Sherlock, it didn't mean anything..."
Sherlock interrupted her. " Molly, stop defending him. Now it all makes sense...the dream..."
" What dream ?" she inquired.
" Don't try to divert my attention, Molly ! You kissed John !"
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