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The last chapter was a bit sad but here's a happy chapter! YAY! Well, kind of. Some bits. Just read ;)
(aaand forgive me, this chapter is a bit short, I'll try to update in a few days with a longer one!)
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A/N: English is not my first language and this chapter was not beta'd.
Sherlock offered Molly and Sam a bed for the night. He noticed how shaken up Molly was and wanted to be around if she needed something. Sam didn't say anything, he literally attached himself to his aunt's legs and followed her. He still felt guilty.
The cab stopped in front of Molly's apartment and she quickly ran upstairs, coming back after a few minutes with a bag filled with clothes and toys. When the cab stopped again, they were in Baker Street.
Molly played with Sam until dinner time and Sherlock observed her from the couch, pretending the newspaper he was reading was interesting. He wasn't actually reading it, he just wanted to watch her without making her feel, well, watched.
Sherlock was composing music when Molly announced she was going to bed. Sam was fast asleep on the couch and she had tired eyes, too.
"Thank you for letting us stay here tonight" she said, stretching. John patted her back and sat on the couch, a cup of tea in his hand.
"It's always a pleasure, Molly" he replied.
"Well, goodnight then" she said. She took Sam in her arms, carefully. He was tiny and light, it was easy for her to pick him up. He relaxed in her arms and let out a sleepy sigh. Molly looked at Sherlock and smiled. "Goodnight".
"Goodnight" he replied, his violin pending on his right side. Molly headed towards the bedroom and closed the door behind her, Sherlock still watching her.
"You know, this was good" John said, sipping his tea. Sherlock stared at him for a few seconds before raising the violin to his chin again.
"What do you mean?" he asked, starting to play.
"Giving up your bed for them. Telling her she could stay here with Sam. That's what's good" John replied.
"I merely sleep, giving my bed up wasn't a hard decision" he replied. John laughed, finding his friend's difficulties towards affection fascinating.
"Still, it was good" he said again and he could swear he saw Sherlock's reflection smile in the window. He played the violin and John listened, as he used to do before Sherlock faked his death. It felt strange, for a moment, to have him back. He was almost getting used to his friend being gone, living alone, coping with his new life where Sherlock was no more. He didn't like it, though, it was quite boring. There were no cases for him to solve, he was just a doctor and when he tried to get a job he couldn't focus and resigned after one week. He really didn't like that new life and was glad his old one was back. My miracle, at last, he thought.
John went to bed after a few songs and Sherlock put the violin down. He found himself walking towards the bedroom and his hand pushed the door open. Molly was sleeping peacefully in his bed, Sam buried between her arms. She was holding him close to her, as if she didn't want to let him go. And Sam didn't want to leave her, his face happily resting on her shoulder. He felt his stomach twist, thinking that the image of Molly holding her nephew was telling him something he didn't quite understand; love. Molly loved her nephew very much, anyone could tell that. And Sam, little Sam, loved her back, her presence making him feel safe. Sherlock closed the door, thinking he understood love better. He still couldn't fully understand it but something in his mind told him love was worth the effort.
In the morning Molly woke up to the sound of Sam snorting. She giggled and hugged him, enjoying his cuteness. Sam woke up shortly after, burying his face even further in Molly's embrace.
"Good morning, sleepy boy" Molly said and Sam yawned.
"Good morning auntie" he whispered, his eyes still closed. "Can I...sleep a bit more?". Molly kissed his cheek and slipped out of bed.
"Of course. It's early. Sleep" she said and Sam was already in his own world of dreams. Molly quietly got out of the room and went to the kitchen, where she found John already making breakfast.
"Oh, good morning! I thought you were going to sleep longer" John said, handing her his cup of coffee. He poured some coffee in another cup while Molly sat down.
"Sam's still sleeping but I'm wide awake" she replied. John sat in front of her, taking some bread.
"Can't sleep well?" he asked and Molly nodded, watching her coffee emit hot smoke.
"Tonight was okay, I never woke up because Sam was with me. But I usually can't go back to sleep after I wake up. I keep seeing her. Melissa" she explained and took a sip of her coffee. "I just...everyone dies, I see dead people every day, I know it but...it's just so different when the one who dies is someone you love".
"I know the feeling" John said and Molly looked up, biting her lip. "I mean, even if he's not actually dead, I thought he was so...I know how you must feel".
"I'm feeling like I'm living this all over again" she admitted and John looked at her, concerned. "I mean, when my father died, I was twenty-six. He had cancer. We knew he was dying but still, when he died it was...painful" she added and thought about what Mrs. Hudson said about her twin. That's why she understood her pain better than she thought she would.
"I'm so sorry Molly" John said, reaching for her hand. She squeezed it and smiled. She looked around and saw Sherlock sleeping soundly on the couch and that sight made her laugh.
"Strangely enough, he actually fell asleep" John said.
"Now I feel sorry for taking his bed" she said.
"Oh don't worry, he's used to falling asleep on the couch. Besides, that couch isn't that uncomfortable" he replied and Molly smiled. She ate her breakfast and cleaned the dishes when Sherlock appeared behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist.
"Good morning" he whispered, kissing her neck.
"Sherlock! You scared me" she said, laughing.
"I didn't mean to frighten you. How did you sleep?" he asked, taking his own cup of coffee.
"Good, thanks. You?" she asked, turning around.
"Quite nicely, thanks" he answered and looked around. "Where's Sam?".
"He's still sleeping. He sleeps a lot" Molly answered and Sherlock nodded. He stayed silent for a moment, thinking. He then coughed.
"Sam asked me to stay, yesterday" he said.
"To stay? What do you mean?" Molly asked. Sherlock swallowed and tried to find the right words.
"He asked me not to leave him" he replied. "When I found him, I told him he still had you, that you were not going to leave him and he asked me if I was going to leave him". Molly put her hands on the counter, taking big breaths.
"What did you say?" she asked.
"I've promised him I'm going to stay" he replied, drinking. Molly looked on the ground, feeling guilty.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought you in this situation" she said, thinking how uncomfortable it was for Sherlock to promise a boy he didn't know something like that.
"No, it's alright. Actually, I don't mind. I like the boy, he's...quiet" he replied, Molly's eyes widening. "Well, I can see that he's not always quiet but I believe that this situation it's disturbing him. But he seems alright".
"You really like him?" she asked and he nodded silently. "You didn't have to do this".
"Of course I had to. That's what people do when they want to make someone happy, isn't it? Someone they care about" he pointed out. Molly smiled and quickly wrapped her arms around him.
"You're right. Thank you" she whispered, Sherlock embracing her with one arm.
"You don't have to thank me, Molly" he pointed out.
"Of course I do!" she replied, looking at him. "When Lestrade called you, yesterday, you came straight away to help me. You found Sam and brought him back to me. I know they were going to find him eventually but it was you who brought me back my nephew. You, Sherlock Holmes. I have to thank you, for finding him and for allowing me to be part of your life".
It was something that didn't happen often; Sherlock didn't know what to say. Molly was thanking him, again. It was something that she kept doing and it was something that he failed to say.
You could probably say thank you, actually.
Her words echoed in his mind. He never showed her how grateful he was.
"Thank you" he said. Molly smiled.
"What for?" she asked. She wasn't expecting that kind of answer.
"For giving me body parts to work on, for letting me use your lab even if I wasn't allowed. For bearing with me. You've accepted me for who I am from the beginning and it's not something easy for people to do but you have. You've always trusted me. And you saved me. I don't remember thanking you for that".
"You had a lot on your mind in that period, it's understandable".
"That doesn't justify my actions. Forgive me. And thank you".
"Okay, you're thanking me and apologizing, who are you and what have you done to Sherlock Holmes?". Sherlock laughed.
"He's here, I can guarantee you that" he replied and kissed her, making her laugh. Happy Molly was always better than any other Molly he knew and he was enjoying making her happy. He smiled against her mouth, thinking that maybe the old cynical Sherlock Holmes was disappearing and a new caring one was taking his place. Feelings can be challenging, he thought.
Molly went home a few hours later with Sam, leaving both men occupied with a new big case. Sherlock promised to text her and John warned her that this case was going to take them a few days, probably. He just wanted her to know he was not coming back for dinner.
Sherlock left, this case involving some families in Chester. Molly stayed at home, looking after Sam. She loved to have a child around but she quickly set her mind on the fact that Sam was going back home soon and there would be no more children in her life.
Her mother came to visit her, feeling lonely. She missed Melissa and she wanted to be near her. Besides, Sam had Melissa's eyes and Jennifer loved to stare at the boy who was playing with toys and having fun, reminding her how her eldest child was at that age. Molly just tried to cope with the feelings that were constantly overwhelming her, staying strong for Sam, for her mother and most importantly for herself.
"He's got such a bright soul" Jennifer said, sitting on the couch. Molly sat next to her and watched Sam play with Toby.
"Just like Melissa" Molly said and felt her mother jump beside her. She took her hand and squeezed it, trying to give her comfort.
"I wish she was here to see him grow up" Jennifer said, tears in her eyes.
"Me too" Molly simply said. "I'm so sorry mom". She found herself being hugged by her mother, tears wetting both their faces.
"It's not your fault, darling. The world is full of sick people" she whispered to her daughter. "And I don't blame him. I mean, I do but I know it's not his fault either". Molly nodded, hiding her face in her hair. Her mother always had beautiful hair. They broke apart, wiping their tears away.
"We know how to cope with this. We'll get through this too, sweetheart. We will" Jennifer said, smiling. "And most importantly, we won't forget them". Molly smiled.
"No, we won't".
Ethan always postponed his return and Sam was getting nervous. It was August and Ethan had been gone for a month and a half.
"Ethan, you have to stop this. You have to come back" Molly said one night. She was talking with him over the phone.
"You know I can't, I'm trying to find a new job" he answered.
"Where are you?" she asked. He had moved over the past month, from Manchester to Glasgow to Norwich.
"Cork" he said after a while.
"Cork? Cork?! Ethan, you're in Ireland?" she asked. He was supposed to be in London.
"There are people looking for policemen here and the salary is good, I have to see if there's still place for me" he replied.
"You have a job, in Brighton. You have a son. Do you remember him, Sam, your son?" she exclaimed. She was mad at him, mad because he left his son behind for almost two months.
"Stop talking like this Molly. Of course I remember him and I'm doing this for him" Ethan replied back.
"For him? You're taking him away from everything he knows, you're not here for him, he wants to stay home, with you" Molly said.
"Blame it on your boyfriend, it's his fault if I want to move out. Home remembers me of Melissa and I can't stand to be within those walls anymore" Ethan said and Molly sighed, knowing Ethan would never accept Sherlock.
"Dad?" Sam asked, coming out of the bedroom. He was sleepy but he had a tiny smile on his face. Molly handed him the phone and Sam sat on the couch.
"Daddy! Where are you?" he asked.
"I'm in Ireland right now. I'll be back soon Sam, I promise" Ethan said.
"I miss you daddy" Sam whispered.
"I miss you too, buddy" Ethan said. They said goodbye to each other and while Sam crawled back into the bed, Molly took the phone back.
"I'll be back soon, I promise" Ethan said.
"You said the same thing a month ago" Molly pointed out.
"Goodnight Molly" Ethan said hanging up. Molly threw her cell phone on the couch and went to bed. She laid next to her nephew and hugged him tight, smiling happily at the sleeping boy. She loved her little boy and didn't want to lose the last part she had of Melissa.
I just love Sammy.
That was random. But I am random.
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