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Phew, work kept me busy this week-end! But here's the new chapter :) Enjoy, my beautiful, awesome, readers!

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A/N: English is not my first language and this chapter was not beta'd.


When Molly arrived home, she tidied up the rest of her flat and waited for Ethan and Sam to come. She was thankful her mother gave her a double bed when she moved to London, she didn't have to set up the couch for Sam. Ethan arrived a couple of hours later with Sam, who was dragging himself into the apartment.

"Hey Sammy" Molly greeted him but Sam just sat on the couch, holding his teddy bear in his arms.

"He barely speaks and eats. I don't know what to do, Molls" Ethan said, putting two bags on the floor.

"I'll try my best with him" Molly said.

"It's just…at first he was rejecting the idea of Melissa being gone but now I think he's realizing that she's dead" Ethan said, tears in his eyes.

"What did you tell him?" she asked.

"I told him that she took a plane and this time, she's not going to come back. I told him that his mother is in heaven with his grandpa" Ethan answered.

"He's a child, that's how children react. He'll get better. We all will" she replied after a while, touching his shoulder.

"No, not entirely" he said. He approached his son and hugged him, kissing him goodbye. He explained a few things to Molly and then left.

"So, it's just you and me" Molly said. Sam had his eyes fixed on the floor.

"Sam, look at me" Molly tried again. She bent down and tried to look at him in the his eyes. "Look at me. It's going to be fine, sweetie. I'm going to help you".

"I want my mom back and you're not her!" he yelled and pushed her away. Molly fell on the floor and Sam ran to her bedroom, shutting the door. Molly buried her face in her hands. I wish you were here to tell me what to do, Melissa. We need you, she thought, tears falling down her eyes.

Sam managed to lock himself in her bedroom and she couldn't get him out.

"Sam, dinner's ready!" Molly said, knocking on the door.

"I'm not hungry" he yelled back.

"You have to eat something, honey" she protested.

"I'm. Not. Hungry!" he shouted back. Molly sighed and knocked again.

"I made you pancakes" she said. Sam unlocked the door and she gave him a sweet smile.

"Dad says pancakes aren't good for dinner" he said.

"But dad is not here and you love pancakes" Molly pointed out. "I've got peanut butter, too". With those words, Sam jumped into his chair and Molly served him his pancakes and was glad she had managed to make the little boy smile.


She still had some days to spend at home but she really didn't want to stay home all day. Sherlock would show up sometimes, mostly after dinner, but he never stayed long. He didn't know how to behave around the boy and tried to avoid awkward situations. Molly decided it would be good for both her and Sam to go outside and two days later, she went to the market with him. They were walking on the street when Sam asked her a very unexpected question.

"Can we go and see mommy first?" he asked. Molly looked at him and saw sadness in his eyes. He missed her, and so did she.

"Uhm, okay" she said and took his hand. They went to the cemetery and Molly picked up some flowers for her grave. They reached it and Sam didn't know how he was supposed to behave. Molly handed him the flowers and smiled.

"Put them on the...on the stone" she said, avoiding the word grave. It wouldn't be that helpful. Sam took the flowers and did as his aunt told him. He stood beside her and quickly grabbed her hand.

"I feel like I should speak to her but I'm not sure. Is she going to hear me? Is it normal to talk to stones?" Sam asked, looking up. Molly squeezed his hand and nodded.

"People always talk to these stones when they miss someone. And of course she can hear you, sweetheart" Molly said. Sam sat on the floor and started to play with the stems of the flowers.

"Hi mommy. I miss you. I wish you and my sister were here with me and daddy. Daddy's gone, too. I miss him. He's not there with you, is he? I want to go home. I miss my friends and my toys and granny and everything" he said. Molly was trying hard to hold back her tears but a few managed to escape her eyes, wetting her face. In that moment, she wished she was in Melissa's place, buried underground, dead. Sam needed Melissa. Ethan needed Melissa. She needed Melissa.

"Why didn't we all take that plane?" Sam asked, turning around. Molly opened her mouth, not knowing what to say. "We could've been together. All four, together". Sam was holding back his tears or at least that was what Molly thought. He just couldn't cry, not yet. She offered him her hand and he took it, saying goodbye to his mom, telling her he would come back soon.

Molly finally took him to the market. It was early morning but still a lot of people were crowding the place. She made sure Sam was always holding her hand, she surely didn't want to lose him there.

"Is there anything you'd like to buy?" Molly asked Sam as they passed the cheese stand. He twisted his nose and shook his head.

"No thanks" he replied with a tired voice. Molly just walked on until she reached the stand she was looking for. She stared at the many fruits in the stand and then decided oranges would be good.

"Why are you buying so many oranges?" Sam asked.

"They're good for our health. We can eat them like this or make orange juice" Molly explained, giving him a warm smile. Sam, though, looked frustrated, it looked like Molly's action were disturbing him. At some point, he pushed the bag Molly was filling with oranges on the ground, spreading the fruits all around the stand.
"Sam!" Molly exclaimed, surprised by his action.

"Stop choosing different types of oranges!" he said, crying. Molly picked up the fruits and apologized to the marketer, putting them back on the stand. She took Sam by the arm and pulled him apart.

"Sam, what's the matter?" she asked.

"Mom kept doing that, after she read that book. She kept choosing oranges with different forms, that's what mom used to do" he said, his face covered with tears. Molly caressed his arms and tried to smile, even thought she didn't know what Sam was talking about; she just had a feeling this thing about oranges was disturbing him.

"Okay then, no oranges. Let's go home now" she said trying to reach for his hand.

"London is not my home! I want to go back, I want to go back!" Sam yelled and pushed Molly away, running through the crowd.

"Sam, come back! Sam!" Molly shouted after him. She tried to walk faster but an elderly couple blocked her way and she lost Sam. She looked for him for half an hour but after that, she panicked. She kept yelling his name, running through the stands, people watching her. She really didn't care, she wanted to find Sam. But she didn't. An old marketer tried to calm her down and told her to sit while he called the police. As soon as the man mentioned the police, Molly started to ramble, telling things such as "Lestrade, I should've called Lestrade!" and the old man thought it might be a good idea to mention this name to the police. A few minutes later, the police was there and so was Lestrade.

"Molly?" he asked. She was standing next to the man, her face covered with mascara, tears still running down her cheeks.

"I've lost him, oh God, I've lost him!" she cried, hugging Lestrade. He hugged her back, confused.

"Her son went missing. He ran away in the crowd, we can't find him" the marketer told Lestrade and Molly had so much on her mind that she forgot to correct him. Lestrade was quite confused; since when did Molly have a son? He shook his head and thought that he could ask questions later, when they boy was found.

"Okay, Molly, calm down now, we're going to find him but you have to help me, describe him and tell me what he's wearing" Lestrade said. Molly nodded and carefully took a photograph out of her wallet.

"That's-that's him. He's just-just a bit o-older" Molly explained, giving him the picture, trying to speak as clearly as she could.

"Alright, what is he wearing?" he asked.

"Blue and white striped s-shirt and...beige, beige shorts" Molly answered. Lestrade nodded and gave her a smile before handing the picture to the other policemen. Lestrade looked back at his friend and decided to text Sherlock. Molly could actually need some support.

Come to the market at Lower Marsh. It's urgent – GL

Why? - SH

A boy went missing, apparently it's Molly's son? Just come – GL

I'm on my way – SH

Lestrade smiled. Sometimes it was just too easy to get Sherlock there. Six minutes later he was already giving orders and Lestrade was shaking his head.

"Sherlock, would you please calm down?" Lestrade asked.

"I'm not calming down until the boy is found. When was he last seen?" Sherlock asked.

"Forty-five minutes ago" Lestrade said.

"He can't be that far" Sherlock said. Molly sniffed, trying hard not to break down. Sherlock quickly put his arms around her and tried to calm her down.

"I'm going to find him, I promise" he whispered, kissing her head. Lestrade watched that scene, shocked.

"What if-he may have gotten hurt-oh God" Molly cried. "I can't lose him too!". Sherlock quickly ran away, scanning the street. Molly was now crying on John, who patted her back, telling her that Sherlock would find Sam. Lestrade still didn't understand how this Sam was related to Molly.

Of course, it didn't take Sherlock that long to find the boy. Sam was just a few street away and was asking people for directions. Sherlock hid behind a wall and listened.

"Excuse me" Sam asked approaching a man.

"Yes?" he said, smiling down at Sam. "Are you lost, kid?".
"No" Sam firmly said. "I'm just looking for the airport".

"The airport? What for?" the man asked, confused.

"I have to get on a plane" Sam said, smiling.

"Where are you going, kid?" the man asked.

"In heaven!" Sam said with a happy tone in his voice. The man gasped, shocked. "My mommy's there and I want to be with her".

"Heaven is not reachable, Sam" Sherlock said, reaching him. Sam turned around, surprised to see him. The man looked even more confused. "I know him, you can go". The man shrugged and left, not understanding the situation. Sam lowered his gaze, crying.

"What are you doing here, Sam?" he asked. Sam sat on the ground, hugging himself.

"I want my mom back" he replied.

"You know why your mom isn't coming back" Sherlock said. He wasn't good with kids.

"But I miss her" he cried. Sherlock sat on the ground, legs crossed, touching his lips with his fingertips.

"You have your father. And aunt Molly" he pointed out.

"Why can't I have my mom too?" Sam asked.

"Sometimes, people leave us when we need them the most. My father passed away when I was your age" Sherlock said.

"Really?" Sam asked, wiping away some tears. "What did you do?".

"I went on with my life and became the man I am now. You have a big family and they're going to support you. You have your father and aunt Molly will never leave you" Sherlock said.

"Will you leave me?" Sam asked and Sherlock was genuinely taken aback by his question. This boy was asking him to be there for him even if he barely knew him.

"If it makes you feel better, I won't leave you, I can promise you that" Sherlock answered. He stood up and offered the boy his hand. "Now let's go back to your aunt. She's really worried about you". Sam took his hand and they walked back to where Molly was. When Molly saw them she threw her arms around Sam, kissing his cheeks and telling him how worried she was. Sam figured it out by himself, his aunt was really a mess.

"I'm sorry auntie, I won't do it again" Sam said and hugged her tight. "I love you very much".

"And I love you, Sammy boy" Molly said, hugging him back. As soon as everyone came back, Molly let go of Sam. Still, he followed her around, not wanting to scare her again. He felt a bit guilty. Sherlock suddenly appeared next to her and she hugged him tight, many "Thank you!" coming out of her mouth. Lestrade approached John, who was smiling widely.

"Did I miss something?" he asked, pointing to Sherlock who was now stroking her hair. John nodded.

"A lot, mate" he replied and began to tell him the entire story.


"I'm having some trouble believing this" Lestrade said, playing with a napkin. They were sitting outside a bar, waiting for the waiter to come and get their orders. After that lively morning, a drink was needed.

"It's not hard, Lestrade. Even a man like you could understand it" Sherlock said.

"I know, it's just..." Lestrade began to say but Sherlock's eyes stopped him. "Nothing, I'm happy for you". The waiter arrived and took the orders, Sam quietly asking if he could have an ice-cream.

"Of course, Sammy" Molly replied, caressing his hair.

"Alright, come with me Sam, we're going to choose one together" John said getting up and Sam looked at Molly, asking her permission to get up. Molly kissed him and smiled, letting go of his hand. When the two disappeared into the bar, Lestrade looked back at the new couple.

"John didn't get to tell me about him, though. They said he's your son?" Lestrade asked, looking straight at Molly.

"Oh, no! No, he's not my son, he's my nephew" she replied with a sad voice. "Melissa was his mother".

"Oh, right. I'm sorry" Lestrade said, feeling uncomfortable. Sherlock quickly changed the subject.

"Do you have anything new and interesting for me?" he asked and Lestrade let out a sigh of relief, happy to have something to talk about.

"Yes, actually, there's a new case. I think it's interesting enough for you..." Lestrade said and told Sherlock all he needed to know. The drinks arrived along with John, Sam and his ice-cream. He ate it silently while the three men spoke about the new case. Molly looked at them and lost herself in her thoughts. She kept thinking about her sister. She would have loved to be part of this life. Melissa had a witty sense of humour and would have beaten Sherlock in some arguments. She laughed to herself at the image of Melissa giving her opinion about the case they were discussing about. A tear escaped from her eye and she shook her head, shaking her thoughts away. She put her arm around Sam and tried to ignore Melissa's voice in her head reminding her that she had to keep an eye on Sam because too much ice-cream was bad for his stomach.


Let's see, do you know the book Sam's talking about? This book is going to appear again in this story ;)
Anyway, I don't have much to say, I just hope you liked it!

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