'Good morning John!' Molly told John brightly.

'Hey Molly! Never knew you were a morning person.' He said with a surprised smile. He was sitting at the island and having coffee.

'Oh, I am not. It's just today morning is, what did Sherlock say yesterday, yeah, invigorating.' She said happily. John nodded and looked back down. Remembering yesterday night he started to apologize.

'Hey Molly, um about yesterday, I am sorry for uh intruding.'

'Oh, come on John. It's alright. And what are you eating, oh no, not when I am here. Wait I already made the batter. I'll get the pancakes ready right away.'

'Don't say that. He'll then make it a habit.' Sherlock, now fully dressed, whined from behind him.

'no, I won't.'

'yes you do.'

'No I don't.'

'Yes you do.'

'Boys.' Molly ordered. 'anyway, so Sherlock what are we going to do about your comeback?'

'Molly, there is no "we" in this case. It me and only me who is going to do everything about my comeback.'

'so I was thinking that we could do both things you know, expose Moriarty and have Sherlock return to his former self.'

'How?' John asked.

'Molly, I have a plan. I don't need any other of yours. It is very good.'

'does your plan do both these things?' she asked tilting her head to the side.

'It…' he fumbled for efficacious words whilst she raised her brows.

'Doesn't does it?'

No but it will. I am working on it.

'Well mine is ready. If it's good then we can use yours as a backup. Here have you coffee and John here are your pancakes. I'll explain it to you.' She said serving a whiny Sherlock his coffee and a gaping John a plate of hot pancakes. John glanced at the pancakes and looked up at her again.

'Who are you and what have you done to our Molly?' he asked. Molly smiled at him fondly. Sherlock felt as though his head would explode with envy. Molly started with her plan. She knew that she would convince both of them and that Sherlock would not be able to compete because she was one night ahead of him. After three quarters of an hour she finished. They both looked at her as though she descended from staircase from heaven. John was staring at her with big eyes while Sherlock squinted at her with a frown.

'You did all of that by yourself?' John asked amazed. She smiled again, clearly happy with herself. 'That is superb!'

Sherlock's head snapped to him. He could not have given Molly a glare but the friend was to receive the complete wrath. The look Sherlock had given him had reduced John to moving away and back to his armchair. Molly looked at Sherlock, now glaring at his coffee.

'So Sherlock, did you like it?' she asked.

'It was plausible.' He said though there was still some smoldering within.

'I am trying to help. Why can't you simply take it?'

'Because first it will be a plan then it will be you trying to get involved with phones and then you are running up an down London with men running after you with guns.' He said angrily.

John had gotten up and Molly too had been taken aback. She had been prepared for rants and whines and arrogant and rude diffusions, but not such a fervent yell.

Once again John too his role of breaking awkward silences and told that he was going out. After the door had shut, Molly opened her mouth to try and soothe a still fuming Sherlock. But Sherlock put up a finger and bawled.

'John get away from the door and out.'

'Yeah…I...uh,' he said and descended.

'He still has not left has he?' she asked

'No.' Sherlock said and shook his head.

There was some quiet for a short time and then Molly spoke.

'Sherlock––' she began again and was stopped, again.

'No Molly, you are not taking part in this. you are so not taking part in this. If John wants to then he can but not you. No.' he said passively and firmly. Molly in her reverie of strength felt offended. Once again she raised her voice.

'Why me, Sherlock? Why huh? Do you count me so incapable of anything? you could let me do everything when you had to fake your death but not now! Why? Why does everyone here underestimate so much.'

'No one underestimates you.'

'Oh yes, each one of you do. You can allow John, you allow Mycroft, you allow Mrs. Hudson too but not me. hell you would eve allow Irene Adler but not me. and she has betrayed you and done everything horrible to you. And not me! why Sherlock?' she yelled her voice rising steadily.

'Molly if that had been the case why would I have included you back then? Why would I have asked for your help and not everybody else's?' he refuted.

'oh I don't know! I am stupid and crazy and what not but then it was okay. Now I don't know what wrong.'

'the thing that's wrong is that I love you!' he screamed losing all control over himself. 'And I cannot lose you. Again. Then there was nothing but hell I love you know and you have no idea how maddening it is. Okay so you are not participating in anything.'

Molly had been stunned. Her eyes were now filled with the tears she had promised herself she would not spill due to Sherlock. She could not stop herself from running to him and wrapping her arms around his neck. Pulling him to her in so ardent a kiss that it froze Sherlock too.

Below Mrs. Hudson and John were now grinning so widely. It had happened. The epic that they were waiting for. Sherlock Bloody Holmes was officially in love!