Hello readers! I hope you all enjoy this chapter it had me screaming "Aw, no my poor babies!" constantly. Thanks to all of you who reviewed the last chapter! You all make me feel all fuzzy and loved.

A month passed since the hospital and Molly was enjoying her new freedom, it felt amazing having her parents support; but although, her parents (especially her mother) were still getting used to her being out in the real world, they were nonetheless supportive and that was exactly what Molly needed. Sherlock and Molly's relationship had also become better, he was working with her father again and he would often go talk to her in the garden or in the sitting room. John and Mary began dating and they seemed pretty serious, she could tell they liked each other a lot and so could Sherlock. They never did talk about their feelings for each other... She suspected that Sherlock's feelings were purely platonic and that made her a little iffy about sharing her feelings with him, but she rather enjoyed having his friendship rather than not have it at all. But the best part about all of this was that Molly began applying for universities, with a little help from her father and her mass popularity in the media she could pretty much go to any school she wanted, Mary had told her to take advantage of her new found fame to further her education and that was exactly what she was doing.

"Oh hell..." she muttered as she messed up on her application.

She set the paper aside and stood up, it was always those stupid personal questions that tipped Molly over the edge, she wasn't much about talking to herself and it seemed like every application she filled out wanted to know her life story. She didn't have much to say about her life, she had said it once and she would say it again a thousand times.

"My life is boring!" she exclaimed.

Molly just needed to clear her mind for a bit, maybe a nice walk or...Her eyes settled on her swing, she smiled and made her way over to it and sat down before she began swinging her legs back and forth to gather momentum. Once she was rocking she closed her eyes and let the air hit her face and her mind drift off, she could hear the soft music playing in the background and her cat purring lightly on the bed as he groomed, she tried hard to clear her mind she had done it many times before, maybe just maybe she'd get inspired to write something actually worth reading.

"So this is your room?" said a baritone voice from the door.

Molly opened her eyes only for them to settle on Sherlock who was now stepping further into her room, she slowed herself on the swing and smiled kindly at him,

"Hello, Sherlock. What are you doing here?" she asked curiously, "Not that I don't want you here, I'm just—"

"Molly how many times have I told you that you don't need to explain yourself?" he said.

Sherlock walked over to her make shift lab in the corner and looked down at her experiments, "Your father was being boring and John disappeared as soon as he saw Mary." he said without looking up, "So I decided to pay you a visit."

Molly nodded and continued to watch him, "So, Mary's here?"

"Yes, she said something about a party?"

Molly let out a groan, "She insists on throwing a party, I think she's doing it just to have a party." she mumbled.

Sherlock smirked, "You probably won't see her for a bit."

Molly made a face, "They're probably having a snog in one of the guest bedrooms." she said in mock disgust.

Sherlock chuckled and walked over to her, "Push me." she said suddenly.

"I beg your pardon?"

Molly rolled her eyes, "On the swing, silly."

Sherlock shuffled nervously behind her and placed his hands above hers on the rope, he swung her forward and lightly touched her back as he began pushing her on the swing, Molly giggled happily once she realize she was getting higher and higher she swung her legs,

"Sherlock stop!" she squeaked playfully, "You're going to make me slam into the ceiling!"

Sherlock grasped the ropes causing them to stop, Molly was still giggling and leaned back on his chest, "That was fun, thank you." she said softly.

Sherlock chuckled under his breath and looked at her, she blushed lightly and turned her head suddenly feeling a little self-conscious. Sherlock placed a hand on her chin and turned her face towards him. Her eyes met his, those magnificent blue-green eyes that she could get lost in forever. His eyes slowly settled on her lip and he slowly leaned in and Molly's heart began pounding out of her chest, he was going to kiss her! Oh no...

"Don't." she whispered.

Sherlock stopped moving and looked up at her, Molly gave him a sad look and pulled away from his grasp, "I'm sorry." she murmured.

"Molly?" he said in a tone that sounded so hurt it made Molly's heart ache.

But Molly refused to look at him, eventually she heard him exhale a breath and his footsteps making the wood creak as he exited the room. Molly bit her lip and blinked away tears, she was a horrible person for doing this. But he couldn't kiss her... Not unless he loved her and Molly knew he didn't she knew he didn't love her the way she loved him...She heard a soft knock on her door and Mary popped her head in.

"Molly, what did you do to Sherl—?"

She stopped as soon as he saw Molly begin crying, "Oh Molls, I'm sorry did I?"

Mary hurried over to the now crying girl and gave her a hug, Molly leaned against her shoulder and let herself cry.

"It's ok..." cooed Mary as she rubbed her back, "Tell me what happened."

Sherlock practically dragged John from the guest bedroom where he and Mary were snogging which caused a series of loud "Hey's!" and swears (mostly from Mary).

"Sherlock what the hell." muttered John bitterly in the cab.

"She didn't let me kiss her!" Sherlock blurted suddenly.

"What?" Said John in confusion, "What did you do?"

The cab pulled up to Baker Street and Sherlock quickly got out leaving John behind to pay, he stormed into the flat and went straight for his violin, as he was about to start playing John came in.

"Wait!" said John quickly.

Sherlock looked at him and frowned, "What!" he barked.

"You tried to kiss her!?"

"Yes! Did I not make myself clear?" replied Sherlock in frustration.

"Y-Yes, you made yourself perfectly clear, it's just that..."

"John spit it out." he muttered.

"Why would you kiss her if you know about her family curse!?"

"What on Earth are you talking about?" said Sherlock.

John let out a sigh, "She never told you?"

John told him about Molly's curse and why she had pig-like features, "Wait... How do you know about this and I don't?"

"Because you're an idiot." replied John, "And Mary told me."

Sherlock shot him a glare and sat down on his chair, "Why didn't she tell me?" he said suddenly.

"Well why did you think she...looked like that?" asked John curiously.

Sherlock shrugged suddenly, "Birth defect... Mother smoked or drug abuse...Something more logical than... a family curse." He said.

John sat down across from him and let out a sigh, "It wasn't that she didn't want to kiss you." he told him.

"She's just afraid." said Sherlock finishing his sentence.

Both males fell silent, Sherlock was deep in thought when John spoke up, "What are you going to do then?" he asked him curiously.

What was he going to do? He thought to himself, he cared deeply for Molly, and he didn't want her to be afraid, she never had to be afraid as long as he was around.

"I'll tell her how I feel." he said nonchalantly.

"You won't even admit to yourself how you feel about her." scoffed John, "She's not going to believe you."

He watched John get up from his chair and walk over to the kitchen, leaving Sherlock to his thoughts. He was going to tell Molly Hooper how he felt; he just had to find the right way to do it.