Sherlock's recovery was quick, with the help of his people he was the same as always. John visited him more often and Molly asked him if she could spend a week outside London.
Sherlock noticed her stressed, more than usual, but she tried to hide it, something was happening and he couldn't figure out why she was like that.
"Well, I'm leaving, I hope that when I return this flatt hasn't exploded or something, behave with Mrs. Hudson" she said taking her backpack. "Don't be in strange things because I'm going to find out"
Sherlock rolled his eyes. "I will not do it, I told you so"
"Well , bye"
"Wait" said Sherlock rising from his chair. He approached her and kissed her cheek.
Molly flushed. "Why ... why was that?"
"Saying thank you" he said looking at her.
She laughed softly. "You're welcome, It's ... it's not necessary" she said nervously. "Take care of yourself" She smiled at the door. "Bye"
Sherlock took his violin, a new melody had submerged in his mind.
While Sherlock and John almost killed Mycroft with fright to find out whether or not he has a sister, Molly had returned from her bolthole, that place healed her a bit, took a little out of all the stress she had for the last weeks, which had been chaotic.
She was in Mrs. Hudson's flat doing her manicure, the Holmes brothers and John were up, it was a serious issue, she had realized and preferred to stay there and leave them alone.
She thought heard the sound of breaking glass, but maybe it was her imagination, Mrs. Hudson was more than happy with her, always treating her like a daughter.
Meanwhile upstairs, the Holmes brothers and John were still, hard to see the entrance of a drone with a grenade. They only had three seconds to move, John and Sherlock were going to jump out the windows, Mycroft would run downstairs.
"I need my backpack, I have left it up" said Molly "I don't dare to go up, they were all so serious"
"Oh go up dear, they will not tell you anything, while I will take out the vacuum"
"Okay" she said getting up.
Molly heard some strange sounds when she was about to climb the stairs. Someone was running down, it was Mycroft.
"Watch out! Molly!" Shouted the older Holmes.
"Oh God what happens?!"
The sound of an explosion emerged from above, it was huge, Mycroft fell on top of her to protect her. Mrs. Hudson ran out of her flat to the street and ran into Mycroft and Molly on the floor, stunned by the sound of the explosion and the dust that came down, the debris and wood that came from there.
"Everybody outside! Mycroft said.
When they left they saw John and Sherlock lying on the floor, both were fine, but they took their arms, and they were beaten.
"Oh god" said John
"What happened?" Molly asked approaching them worriedly "Are you okay ?!" She said crouching in front of Sherlock.
"An east wind Molly, an east wind" replied the detective.
With Baker under construction, Sherlock, Mycroft and John went to Sherrinford. The place where his sister was for so many years.
The place was far from everything, it was a dark place, the most dangerous people in the world were there. It was maximum security, although they could enter.
Mycroft spoke with the governor while Sherlock went directly to his sister's cell. Eurus Holmes. That's her name. Arriving at her cell, dressed as a guard, she was playing the violin on her back, she had long hair and was dressed in white.
She stopped touching it and turned to receive his brother. Already with her way of speaking Sherlock realized that she was a brilliantly manipulative person. Meanwhile in the Governor's office ,John and Mycroft saw some recordings about Eurus, the woman manipulated everyone at her will.
Eurus asked Sherlock to approach the glass and touch it. He did it and put his hand on his sister's. But there was no glass in between, she closed her fingers in his.
"This is how I do it, little brother, I do what I want, nothing can stop me, not even you"
She pounced on the detective and hit him unconscious.
The prison alarms began to sound and in the background a familiar voice was heard.
"Miss me miss me miss me miss me"
John tried to escape, but a blow left him unconscious. Upon awakening he found himself in a room with a transparent safety glass and Sherlock, Mycroft and the governor were there.
Eurus appeared on a screen. He threatened to kill the governor's wife if one of them didn't kill him. Before this debate Sherlock gave the gun to John, he nervously prepared the governor for the shot. The situation was complete chaos. But he couldn't, he couldn't kill him and the governor took his gun away quickly to take his own life, although that was not enough for Eurus and she took his wife's life too.
A side door opened and the remaining men headed toward it. The room was red, a very large window was there and also a weapon. Eurus leaves them the brothers Garrideb's case, which between Sherlock and Mycroft resolved together. Everything was in vain since all were executed by Eurus.
John erupted in fury at how ruthless she was. "Today we must be soldiers John" said Sherlock
"Soldiers" John replied reassuringly.
Sherlock entered the next room, there was a coffin in the middle of it. It was a small size, but it was for an adult as he supposed.
Eurus appeared on the screen.
"Problem: someone is going to die. It will be as I understand a tragedy, so many days not lived, so many words not said, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. "said rejoicing
"Yes, yes, yes and I suppose this will be the coffin" said Sherlock without patience.
"Who's coffin Sherlock? Please start making your deductions, I'll give you the context in a moment "
Sherlock nervously walked around the room and began his deductions, spoke quickly, wanted to end this sick game. Mycroft approached the lid of the coffin while Sherlock spoke.
"It is for a person, probably a woman, it is a practical and reasoned choice, she is single and lonely, distanced from her family, is familiar with death and" Sherlock was interrupted by Mycroft.
"We could also see the name on the lid"
Sherlock turned quickly and approached it.
"But it doesn't have a name" said John approaching
Sherlock's heart beat so hard he felt his chest break as he saw what was written. He closed his eyes to calm down. This couldn't be happening to him, not him.
'I love you'
"Then it's for someone who loves Sherlock" said John
"This is about you, everything is about you here, tell me, who loves you? I presume it's not a long list " Mycroft said, supporting the lid of the coffin on the wall.
Sherlock walked slowly towards the coffin as in trance, his eyes were open.
"No, no" thought
He put his hands slowly in the coffin.
"Irene Adler" said John
"Don't be ridiculous, look at the coffin, single, is familiar with death, lonely"
"Molly" said John and Sherlock in unison.
"She's perfectly safe for de moment, her flat will explode in about three minutes, unless I heard the neutralizing code on her lips, I'll call her on your pone Sherlock, make her say it" said Eurus wickedly.
The screen transmitted to Molly from her flat, she was in her kitchen. That kitchen where Sherlock was thousands of times. He closed his eyes in agony, he couldn't do this to her, not to her.
"You can't mention that there is a crisis you understand Sherly?" she said emphasizing his nickname. Sherlock tried not to enrage. "If you do, I'll put end this session and her life are we clear?"
Sherlock nodded and the sound of a call was heard. She saw how her cell phone sounded on her counter, but she ignored him, something had happened to her, she didn't answer and went straight to make tea.
"What are she doing?" Asked Sherlock
"It's making tea" said Mycroft
"Yes, but why don't answer?"
"You never answer your phone" said John
"Yes, but It's me calling" he said indignantly.
Molly saw her cell phone still ringing, but she didn't want to take care of it, she didn't know what Sherlock wanted,but not today, today was not her day.
Her answering machine rang and Sherlock became exasperated along with the others.
"One last chance" spoke Eurus.
Again the call.
"Come on Molly pick up, you bloody pick up" John said nervously.
Sherlock had the gun in his hands and support it on his forehead, he was never so nervous and unable to control himself.
Molly sighed and picked up the phone. "Hello Sherlock, is it urgent? Because I'm not having a good day "
"Molly, I want you to do a very simple favor without asking why"
Molly rolled her eyes in exasperation. "Oh God Sherlock is one of your stupid games?"
"No, it's not a game, I need you to help me"
"Well, did something happen to you? Are you okay? Rosie is fine? "She said worried
"Yes, she's fine, is not that " he said carefully each word.
"Well tell me then what is it? What happens? What do you want?"
"Molly please without asking me a reason please say these words"
"What words?" Molly said smiling. Sherlock could see her from the screen and his soul froze.
"I love you"
Molly swallowed. "Leave me alone" She said, about to cut.
"Molly, no! Please, don't hang up. Do not hang up! "Sherlock yelled nervously.
"Why are you doing this to me? Why are you making fun of me!? "Molly said agitatedly, she could not believe the situation Sherlock was putting her in. Her heart accelerated.
"Please, I swear ... you just have to listen to me, Molly is for a case, it's sort of experiment"
"I'm not a experiment Sherlock, even if you don't see it I also have feelings, I'm not an experiment you hear me?" She said almost disappointed.
"No! I know you're not an experiment, you're my friend, we're friends, but please say these words for me" he said softly, as softly as he could.
The counter kept going down.
"Please don't do this to me ... don't do it" she said, lowering her defenses. There was little left of the Molly that could fight him.
"It's very important, I can not say why, but I promise you it is"
"It's important to me too, don't you understand?" She said agitated. "Do you understand that I can't say that? I can't ... I can't say that to you" she repeated like a prayer, the walls were about to fall.
"Sure you can, why can't you?" Sherlock said incredulously, still lying to himself about this. His mind palace was in the middle of an earthquake which was only in Molly's room, which was destroying everything.
"You know why" said Molly
"No, I don't know why" he said with his eyes open, agitated.
"Of course you do…"
John and Mycroft were tense.
"Please, just say it" his heart was pounding.
"I can't, not you"
"Why?"
Inevitable.
The truth is inevitable and destroys, destroys the walls that Molly strove to keep, destroys a section of his mind palace which he locked up ten years ago.
"Because it's true ... it's true Sherlock ..." Molly sobbed.
Sherlock opened his eyes in stupefaction, Molly, his housekeeper, his friend, the good Molly, affirmed what he was afraid to know, what he already knew and locked up so long ago.
"It's always been true ..." Molly continued
"If it's true then say it anyway" said Sherlock
"I want to hear it" said a Sherlock entering of Molly's room in his mind palace, she was in the middle, surrounded by rubble, he approached slowly to her.
Molly laughed. "You bastard"
"Say it anyway" demanded Sherlock
"Say it Molly, please ..." thought
"Do you think it's easy? Then you say it, go on, say it, say it like you meant it "Molly challenged him
"Thirty seconds" spoke Eurus.
The detective didn't doubt it a second, he had to do it to save her.
"I ... I love you" said Sherlock trying to appear calm.
He watched on the monitor as Molly put a hand to her trembling face and tears came out. He was destroying her.
And it happened. All the moments lived with Molly appeared in the middle of her room as a breeze, his mind palace was filled with her, when he saw her at the crime scene of her best friend, when she went to ask for help, when Sherlock hit her boyfriend, eating fish and chips, the first day she went to work in Baker, every moment she smiled and scolded him, that Christmas, when she adopted Toby, her slaps, her meals, her cleanliness, her movements, her anguished tears, their walk to the park on his birthday, her concern for him, her forgiveness, her infinite forgiveness towards him.
The wall inside the detective fell.
"I love you ..." Sherlock almost whispered again. He realized.
He could see how Molly closed her eyes. He couldn't describe what he saw, he thought she would hang up the phone.
"Molly, Molly please" pleaded Sherlock.
A few moments later he hear it. "I love you…"
The countdown stopped in two and the call lost connection.
Molly was in the middle of the kitchen, with tears coming out and with a broken heart, Sherlock Holmes had cruelly broken her heart.
"I won Eurus, I won, I won! I saved Molly! "He said almost shouting at his sister.
"Save her from what?" She said laughing. "Be sensible, there were no explosives in her Little house, why would I be so clumsy? You didn't win, you lost" she said firmly. "Look what you did to her, look what you've done to yourself, all those complicated emotions, I've lost count, the emotional context destroys you Sherlock, this time destroys you"
Sherlock went into a rage, became angry and destroyed the coffin with his own hands, it hurt, everything hurt, the situation in which he had to put her, the context in which she had to say it, the context in which he had to hear it.
It destroys him with all his might, waiting for Molly, begging for forgiveness someday.
It was night and Molly was in her flat arranging the food in her refrigerator, she wasn't hungry, she just wanted to hide from the world, that same world that hurts her so much, that world in which Sherlock is part.
She tooks some chocolate muffins and went to her bed, her head hurt from the call, her face hurt his eyes to mourn, the disappointment that Sherlock had caused was irreversible. He had no mercy, and even so he called her 'his friend'.
She exposed herself in front of him, she was vulnerable for nothing, but couldn't fight anymore, she couldn't and didn't have the strength, she doesn't care anymore, just wanted to sleep.
When she woke up it was morning, it was early yet, didn't want to get up to make breakfast, she lay down on an empty stomach until noon since Toby demanded his food.
She didn't want to think about what had happened the previous afternoon, vowed not to return to Baker, didn't want to see him again, she wanted to erase him from her life. Sherlock Holmes no longer deserved her forgiveness.
It was night again, the moment she hated so much, the moment to close her eyes and see him, to remember as he said an 'I love you' false, as false as his words "You are the person that matters the most to me"
Her cell phone vibrates.
Please just listen to him, he didn't want to hurt you –JW
Molly sighed but doesn't answer him. She was in the middle of her living room and sat in her chair, turned off all the lights, left a single small lamp on, the headache came back.
She heard a noise on her door, it opened and the detective entered her flat.
"What the hell are you doing here?" She said without believing it, getting up from her chair. "Get out of here!"
"Molly listen to me, please listen to me, this is a misunderstanding, let me explain to you" he said approaching her, his face was distorted, as if he was suffering.
"Explain me what? I'm tired of this, you didn't have any consideration with me, I thought I was your friend, you exposed me, you made me say it, you not only forced me but you don't mind doing it, you enjoy hurting me " She said sobbing. "Don't come any closer" she said when saw him closer.
"I would never do anything that hurt you Molly"
"Are you sure? I can give you many examples in which you hurt me " she said firmly
"Molly I ... yesterday I was the whole fucking day locked in a maximum security prison, there is my sister, which I didn't know of her existence, she made me do it, she knew about you, she knew what I feel ..."
"A sister? I don't care! You don't feel ... this time you've passed, there's no going back, why can't you understand that I don't want to have you anymore in my life? "
Sherlock opened his eyes.
"You will not do that, you will not, Molly" he said approaching her.
"Don't come any closer, you're nothing to me, you're nothing to me anymore! Nothing!" she said with tears.
But he came closer and put his hands on her face to bring her closer to his. Molly froze.
"I meant it"
"You ... you don't love me, not the way I always wanted to" said Molly, crying "You only made me cry all this time ..."
"I can't lock it up any longer, this ... I ... I can't deny it anymore ... I locked you up from that time we ran in the park ... but I don't have the strength to deny it anymore... I know you still love me ... forgive me Molly"
"But but… you've always told me that you don't need to be with anyone, that you're fine with the way of life you've chosen and ... How can I know you're not lying to me? You're just manipulating me ... " She said between sobs.
"I love you ..." he said whispering close to her lips.
"Stop Sherlock, please don't ..."
"I love you Molly ..." he said caressing her face with his thumb. Molly closed her eyes, Sherlock felt hope.
Molly looked at him as if he were the only person in her world and he realized that his look reflected the same. The only person in his world.
Molly put her hands on the back of his neck and ran through his hair, Sherlock closed his eyes by the sensation, a current passed through his body, he didn't want her hands to leave his skin ever.
Sherlock down his left hand behind her back and the other at the nape of her neck, approached slowly to her lips and kissed her. Nothing that has lived was compared to that moment, her lips were soft as soft as her, he lost count of the times he kiss her, lost himself in the moment. Their first kiss was magic. It was glory.
The moment that their lips united was the end of everything lived and the beginning of what has to come. Years waiting for him, years that seemed like an eternity, years of fear and loneliness.
"I love you ..." Molly said between kisses. "I'll always love you..."
Sherlock continued to kiss her without her knowing the power that her words had in him, the effect that caused, knowing that his new addiction was those lips. He never thought that a person could make him feel this, he couldn't detach his lips from this woman, this woman that loves so much in secret, that helped so much in his life.
Molly traced his back and he deepened the kiss, their tongues met for the first time and Sherlock lost his mind. They had to separate for a few moments to breathe.
"You are the person who always trusted me, who believed in me, you were always by my side and I never realized how lucky I was" said the detective caressing her lips.
"I've waited a lot Sherlock, I don't want you to leave my life" Molly said taking his face again, he approached to kiss her again. The kiss deepened and he lifted her off the ground, she put her legs around his waist and smiled between his lips.
"What are you doing? I'm your housekeeper" She said smiling, her eyes shining.
"Definitely you're not anymore, you are my girlfriend right now Molly, although I'm interested in you coming to Baker every day not to cleaning" he said smiling.
"Oh I will, there's no doubt about that. I'm your girlfriend" she said laughing, her nose wrinkled and Sherlock kissed her again smiling, both went to her bedroom between kisses and caresses, Sherlock still carrying her.
He couldn't control himself, all those basic instincts that the human being has and so much hatred that others had, so ordinary, he had them with her and he liked having them.
It was there that Sherlock made love to her, he enjoyed every fiber of her being, all these years loving secretly, all these years of deceiving himself, of believing that he was immune to the feelings he had for her didn't matter.
To be between her legs was heaven, hear her moan his name was heaven, touch her skin was heaven, to be inside her was heaven, fill her completely was heaven, her nails on his back was heaven. Her kisses could kill him, were heaven. Only he knew how lost could be between her breasts. He wasn't a believer, but she made him one.
Have Sherlock between her legs was heaven, feel his lips on every part of her body was heaven, feel his hair between her fingers was heaven, feel him inside her completely was heaven, his thrusts were heaven, his moans was heaven, his 'I love you' was heaven.
All their story was chaotic, it was funny, it was painful, good and bad moments, new friends and enemies, but over time she was the only one who always believed in him, that loves unconditionally, because there is nothing better than someone who hates everybody loves you, because there is nothing better than Sherlock Holmes loves you. No, there's nothing better.