Author's note : Hello everyone :) I'm re-writing the missing parts of "untold things", which means chapter 11, here, to chapter 13. Today chapter 11 and I'm again so so soooooo sorry for the waiting. Hope you'll like it, follow it, fave it, and review it !
I'll be continuing of course "Back from the dead", don't worry about that ^^
Sherlock and Molly shared a malicious stare and Sherlock grinned before pushing the doorbell.
« - Mind the gap ! Mind the gap ! » said an electronic voice.
Sherlock and Molly had a laugh and Molly tried with a certain failure to hide her smile to the client - certainly mister Shilcott - who had just opened the door.
Mister Shilcott greeted them and made them into his apartment, thanking Sherlock for bringing his (ridiculous according to Sherlock and Molly) hat. He let them in his bedroom. Molly and Sherlock were amazed, though it was only seen on Molly's face. There was an electric train running in the whole room, photos of trains, even the wallpaper was related to trains.
« - So, what is this all about, mister Shilcott ? » asked Sherlock while scanning the room.
« - My girlfriend is a big fan of yours ! » he said in a joyful tone.
« - G..irlfriend ! » mocked Sherlock.
Sherlock was remembering a little deduction game he had with his brother before. But Molly's stare, like « speak for yourself ! », made him change the tone and he said :
« - Sorry, do…go on. »
« - I like trains. » Shilcott said.
« - Yeeees…. » encouraged Sherlock.
Mister Shilcott explained he was working on the tube and his work was to watch the security footage after being cleared. He told about something he called « a bit bizarre » which made Sherlock have a false surprised face which made Molly giggled. He continued about a man coming into one of the car of the train. There Molly made a remark :
« - Car ? » she said curiously.
« - Cars, not carriages… » said Mister Shilcott in a visibly annoyed tone, repeating her the whole train history of Great Britain.
Molly gave a look to Sherlock, as to mock their client, and he smiled muttering :
« - He said he likes train ! »
Molly giggled discreetly. Sherlock let a look on her before concentrating again on Shilcott's screen. He really enjoyed making her laugh, it wasn't the same as for John, it was more…more…strangely it was closer. But something on the screen that interrogation back into Molly's room in his mind palace. The passenger from the train had completely disappeared between two stations. Sherlock was amazed as Shilcott made the resume of the situation.
« - Couldn't he had just jumped off ? » suggested Molly to Sherlock.
But Shilcott rejected this hypothesis, telling the doors were locked during the travel. And he add something of importance : the driver had not been to work since that day. Shilcott said that according to the driver's flatmate he was on holidays.
« - Brought off ? » suggested Sherlock to Molly.
But Molly didn't get this one and was only able of a miserable « mmh ? ». She bowed her head then, to write notes, but inside she was yelling at her for acting so stupidly. Sherlock suggested he could have got down in another station, but Shilcott denied, saying it was a straight travel, so side tunnel or stations. But while Shilcott was resuming the whole thing by a mysterious sentence, Sherlock went to his mind palace to find who could be that mysterious vanishing man.
« - I know that face… » he said in a low voice.
He traveled trough his mind palace during a long time, enough to get out of Shilcott's apartment and getting in the stairs. After a moment, as Molly went up the stairs with precaution, he opened his eyes and went to the deduction that normally the train should have made five minutes to go to a station to another one, but in this case it took him ten minutes.
« - I'm gonna need maps, some maps, all the maps, all the maps. » he said to Molly a rapid voice.
« - Right. » Molly said as he walked down the stairs in front of her.
« - Fancy some chips ? » Sherlock asked in a lighter tone.
« - What ? » Molly said, not really understanding.
Was he inviting her to have dinner ? Finally ? He explained he knew a fantastic fish and chips shops who always served him a double portion, and Molly asked sarcastically as she was following him downstairs, if he cleared him off a murder charge. Sherlock loved her tone, she was more confident in his presence, she was no more this little girly but an accomplished woman…with a weird taste of clothing.
« - Nope, he answered to her question while smiling, just put up some shelves. »
Molly laughed as she was slowly getting down stairs. She started to be serious again and asked :
« - Sherlock ? »
« - Mmh ? » he said turning to her as she was coming down.
« - What was today about ? » she asked a bit confused.
« - Saying « thank you »… » responded Sherlock while looking at her.
« - For what ? » she asked, arriving at the end of the stairs.
Sherlock didn't move and let her move in front of him.
« - What you did for me… » he finally said in his low voice.
« - It's okay, breathed out Molly, it's my pleasure. »
« - No… » Sherlock said without leaving her with his piercing stare.
Molly turned in front of him and suddenly realized what she had said.
« - I mean it. » continued Sherlock
« - No I mean pleasure, stuttered Molly, I didn't mind, I wanted to do it… »
« - Moriarty slipped up, he made a mistake. » cut Sherlock and then paused.
Molly could not let her go her eyes off his. His stare was so deep, so sincere. She thought sometimes, in crazy moments, that he was completely sincere only to her and that he was that light just with her. And she wasn't so far from the truth.
« - There is one person he thought didn't matter at all to me, he said slowly and deeply, was the one person who mattered the most. »
He paused as he had a genuine little smile for her.
« - You made it all possible. » he finally said.
He took a deep breathe looking at her hands discreetly and continued :
« - But you can't do this again, can you ? »
Molly didn't know if crying was a good idea, but she was strong and crying in front of Sherlock would have made her pathetic. She was overwhelmed by emotion. She couldn't stop he big smile appearing on her face.
« - Had a lovely day, she said with her smile. I'd love to, I just, hum… »
She lost her smile and looked at her left hand.
« - Oh, congratulations by the way. » Sherlock greeted, looking at the diamond engagement ring she wore.
Molly had a genuine smile looking at it, and sigh.
« - He's not from work, she said as Sherlock had a larger sincere smile for her. We met trough friends, old fashion way. He's nice, we…we have a dog we…go to the pubs on week-ends and I met his mom and dad, his family and all his friends - and she began to laugh shyly - and I have no idea why I am telling you this… »
« - I hope you'll be very happy, Sherlock smiled softly. Molly Hopper. You deserve it. »
Sherlock was happy Molly had found happiness after his departure. But he didn't know where that sort of melancholia did come from. Maybe because she wasn't happy thanks to him…
« - After all, he continued on a light tone, all the men you fall for can't be sociopaths…. »
« - No…? » barely responded Molly, not able to break the stare.
« - No. » confirmed Sherlock.
He took slowly some steps to her as she was almost falling backwards, but shivering a bit. He smiled to her, so touched by the conflict in her that he red. It was easy to see she was still in love with him after all of those years…at least he secretly hopped. He bowed and she was trembling, holding her breathe, he kissed her soft skin on the cheek and admired her just for a second without her noticing it, because she had closed her eyes to take advantage of this moment between them. He smiled softly, deducing he was right about her. Sherlock turned his heels and got outside, as Molly opened her eyes with a genuine smile.
« - Maybe it's just my type… » she said out loud as Sherlock couldn't hear her and smiled maliciously.
She walked out of the house, and as Sherlock was leaving on her right, she looked a bit at him and turned her heels. She put her gloves and walked left. « I have moved on » she repeated in her head.
