Hi everyone! I can't believe the response I got in the last chapter! Oh my gosh! You didn't really think I'd let them stay dead, I love John and Mary! Now I know all of you are wondering what's going to happen with Charlie and the whole adoption thing, but you'll just have to stick around to find out.

This chapter contains sexy times, fair warning.

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Molly remained quiet on the way home, her thoughts pouring in like a waterfall. Was it possible that the man just looked like John? It wasn't like she hadn't met people who looked like her friends before... Maybe she was seeing things, her mind playing a cruel trick on her. So then why did he run from her?

"Tell me." said Sherlock, breaking her from her thoughts.

"What are you talking about..." sighed Molly.

"You've been quiet ever since we left the store, clearly something is wrong." said Sherlock as he continued to drive, he turned a corner and glanced quickly at her.

"There's nothing wrong." she muttered, "I'm just...tired."

She wasn't sure if telling him was a good idea, he had been doing so well with coping with John and Mary's death that bringing it up might trigger some of those past emotions and Molly couldn't do that to him, not when he was doing so well. Soon they arrived home and Sherlock parked, once the car was off he turned to look at her, his face unreadable.

"Molly Hooper." he began,"Tell me what's wrong. I'll figure it out soon anyways."

He was right, Sherlock would eventually deduce it from her and she'd feel much worst if he found out that way, she glanced over at Charlie who had fallen asleep on the ride and let out a sigh.

"I don't know how to say this." she told him, "I saw John."

xXx

Sherlock seemed frozen in time, what had she said? John? What? His mind filled with all the information he had on John Watson, former army doctor, married, one child...deceased.

"Or at least I think it was him." said Molly's voice, breaking him from his thoughts.

"What are you talking about?" Sherlock managed to choke out.

"Maybe I should explain." said Molly.

"Yes, maybe you should." replied Sherlock, though his tone sounded a bit more defensive than he anticipated.

Molly gave him a look before continuing on, "Earlier when we were getting food I was trying to get a pasta box from one of the top shelves and I bumped into someone."

Sherlock continued to eye her curiously and nodded urging her to continue, Molly let out a breath.

"I turned around to apologize and I couldn't believe what I saw." Molly looked down at her hands, "He looked like John! Same eyes, same face... He hurried off and I tried to stop him, but I bumped into someone's shopping cart and he got away."

Sherlock blinked rapidly and made a face, Molly noticed the way he looked at her and let out a huff.

"I know it's crazy." she began, "But I am certain it was h—"

"Don't." warned Sherlock suddenly.

Molly's words died out in her mouth she frowned at him, "But Sherlock we need to ta—"

"Molly stop it." he said, "John is dead."

"Don't you think I know that!?" she whined.

"Then if you know why don't you just... shut up?" Sherlock turned to look away from her,"You did their autopsies so why would you even think there was a possibility?" he said softly.

"You're being stupid right now, Molly." he said continued, "Why would you even think that if you knew... Maybe you should learn to think before you speak."

Molly frowned, "Yeah? I will when you learn."

She opened the car door and got out, "You can be a real arse sometimes." she said before closing the door and stomping into the house.

xXx

Sherlock sat in the car for he felt like eternity, he felt a bit bad for the things he had said to Molly, but how dare she say those things? The possibility that John was even alive... It was stupid and reckless of her. He thought about John and then his body went numb, he thought back to all that grief he underwent, how stupid he had been for not being able to conceal his emotions.

"Sentiment." Scoffed the voice of Mycroft in his head, "How dull that after this long you're still letting your feelings get in the way."

Sherlock frowned he promised himself he wouldn't let this Mycroft get to him, not anymore.

"It's good to let feelings control you." He sneered at his imaginary brother, "We have to stop pretending we're not human, it's not a healthy way to live. You're not like this anymore, I don't know why I keep you around."

Mycroft blinked and let out a scoff, "Perhaps I'm not the best person you should talk to about this."

Suddenly Mycroft disappeared and he thought he was alone, until he heard her voice.

"You can always talk to me you know?" Said Molly, "I know you're hurting and bringing John up can cause a lot of emotions to come out, but don't be afraid."

Sherlock looked at Molly, she was wearing the cherry cardigan she wore the day she helped him fake his death, that was truly one of the first days he had saw her... really saw her. She counted and she always would, Molly smiled as if she had read his thoughts and placed a hand softly on his cheek.

"It's okay to feel grief." She said, "John was you're best friend."

Sherlock let out a sigh and nodded, he opened his mouth to speak, but a small voice broke through the veil of his mind palace.

"Da?"

Sherlock blinked his eyes opened and looked for the source of the voice, when he spotted Charlotte in her car seat looking at him Sherlock let out a sigh.

"How long was I out?" he asked no one in particular.

He got out of the car and went around to get the infant, Charlie wrapped her arms around his neck and placed a wet kiss on his cheek causing him to smile at the girl, he grabbed the grocery bags and made his way back to the house, the grief of losing John Watson slowly creeping in the back of his mind.

Molly made her way up the steps, a plate of food in her hands. Elizabeth had taken Charlie out for a walk after dinner and Sherlock hadn't come down, she felt terrible for what had happened earlier, she knew it had been stupid of her to even bring it up. Molly knocked lightly on the door before opening it, she spotted Sherlock on the bed, his hands steepled under his chin, Molly let out a sigh and went to close the door.

"Don't." he said.

Molly stared at him for a few moments before finally deciding to enter the room, she closed the door behind her and walked up to the bed.

"I brought you dinner." she said.

"I'm not hungry."

Molly set the food down and sat at the end of the bed.

"Sherlock, I'm sorry." she began, "I shouldn't have said anything."

Sherlock opened his eyes and looked at her, "You don't have to be sorry." he told her, "I shouldn't have urged you to tell me."

Sherlock sat up and motioned her to sit beside him, "I didn't know how to react so naturally I got defensive." he told her.

Molly crawled on the bed beside him, Sherlock wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close.

"It was just my mind playing tricks on me." she confirmed, "That's probably why that man ran away, he was probably scared some crazy old bat was trying to murder him."

Sherlock chuckled and pressed a kiss on the top of her head, "I wouldn't be scared. As long as the old bat was you."

Molly rolled her eyes and looked at him, "Hey! You're not allowed to call me an old bat, only I'm allowed!" she said with a pout.

Sherlock took the opportunity to press his lips against hers, he nibbled at her bottom lip lightly before pulling away.

"Oh..." breathed Molly, her face flushed, "Does that mean I'm forgiven?"

Sherlock made a face, "I thought it long and hard and I came to the conclusion that I won't grieve John or Mary anymore... It's time to move on, and I can't do that if I'm going to throw a fit each time we 'think' we see them, they're gone and it's about time I learned to accept that."

Molly looked up at him and smiled, "I'm proud of you."

She leaned in and pressed her lips against him this time with more force, "You know." she purred, "Elizabeth and Charlie are out for a walk... they won't be back for a while..."

Sherlock's brows shot up and before Molly could speak another word he flipped her on the bed so he hovered over her. Molly let out a excited squeak that son turned to fits of giggles as Sherlock kissed the ticklish parts on her neck. Molly's hands found themselves at Sherlock's hair, tugging lightly at the dark curls causing him to let out a low growl.

"Careful, Ms. Hooper." he warned,"You know what that does to me."

Molly tugged at his hair in defiance and Sherlock reciprocated by nibbling at her earlobe causing her to let out a small gasp. His hands roamed her body and disappeared beneath her shirt, cupping her breast over the fabric of her bra he pinched her nipples until they pebbled beneath his touch, causing Molly to moan breathlessly. Sherlock decided he liked these noises Molly was making and continued his ministrations, by the time he was done, Molly was practically begging to be touched.

"Sherlock..." she mewed, "Please..."

Sherlock looked down at Molly's lovely face, categorizing every detail that made Molly...Molly, and then at that moment he truly realized just how utterly in love he was with her. He leaned in and kissed her chastely on the lips before tugging her shirt over her head, Molly assisted with the removal of her bra and wasted no time in helping him get undress. Once they were both bare, Molly wrapped her arms around Sherlock's neck and pulled herself up, kissing him roughly, he held her close with one arm while the other kept him perched on the bed. Molly's lips traveled to his jaw and neck where she sucked lightly at his pulse point, causing Sherlock to suck in a breath.

"Molly." he said roughly.

Molly parted her legs allowing him room between them, his erection ached, desperate for release, Molly settled on the bed and smiled softly at him, he could see a combination of wanting and love in her eyes and he knew that look was only for him, he knew then that Molly Hooper loved him just as much as he loved her, and then he heard those words escape her lips.

"I love you." she said softly.

Sherlock responded by kissing her forehead, he kissed every inch of her face before he stopped at her lips, he then cupped her breast and pulled away where he gently kissed at the soft skin of her areola, Molly let out a gasp that soon turned into a moan as Sherlock gently swiped his tongue over her nipple. He paid generous attention to her breast before turning to the other one and giving it the same attention.

"Sherlock!" she whined, causing Sherlock to chuckle.

"So impatient." he teased.

Molly stuck out her tongue and Sherlock rolled his eyes, but soon stilled when he felt her small hand wrap around him. Molly gave him a knowing look before she slowly began to stroke him.

"M-Molly." he breathed out his eyes fluttered shut and he let out a groan.

"Open your eyes." he heard Molly say.

He wasn't sure how he found the willpower to do so, but he opened his eyes and met hers. Molly continued to stroke him, she enjoyed the faces Sherlock was trying not to do. Finally, he stopped her hand and removed it from him, he placed a gentle kiss on it before settling it down. Molly locked eyes with him as he aligned himself at her entrance. They moaned simultaneously as Sherlock pushed into her warm center, he stilled as he adjusted. He looked down at Molly who nodded and moved her hips, urging him to continue, that was all Sherlock needed before he began moving.

Breathy moans filled the air, Molly kissed every inch of Sherlock's skin that she could reach, it wouldn't be long before they were basking in post-coital bliss. Sherlock's head settled on the crook of Molly's neck and he began sucking and nibbling at the skin there, leaving a small little love bite on her fair skin. He could feel Molly's breathy moans against his skin, he continued to move against her his hand traveled down to her sensitive nub causing Molly to arch her back and let out a groan, she was close. Sherlock continued to massage her, her breathing became labored and soon he was feeling her muscles convulsing around him. Molly's orgasm triggered his, with a few final thrusts he let out a groan as he spilled inside her, their heavy breathing filled the air. Sherlock pulled out of her and settled beside her, Molly glanced at him and let out a breathy chuckle.

"That was nice." she told him, causing him to raise a brow.

"Just nice?" he said with a small pout.

Molly giggled and pressed a kiss against his cheek, "That was amazing, incredible, sensational, remarkable...shall I continue?"

Sherlock grinned, "I wouldn't mind."

Molly laughed lightly as swatted his arm playfully, "Oh you git, I'm going to go shower."

She moved to get up, but Sherlock tugged her arm, "No, lay here with me."

Molly let out a huff but nodded reluctantly, she settled back on the bed where Sherlock wrapped his arms around her.

"Charlie and Elizabeth will be home soon." she muttered.

Sherlock replied by tightening his hold on her and burring his face in her hair.

"We have to get up eventually." she told him, but again he didn't reply. Time for plan B, "I'll make us cookies?"

Sherlock quickly got up and gave her a look, "Honestly, Molly Hopper, laying down? Charlie and Elizabeth will be here soon." he gave her a disproving look, "Come on let's go shower."

He didn't wait for her before he made his way to the bathroom, "Oh you arse! I'm poisoning your cookies." she warned playfully.

"Liar!" he called from the loo.

Molly let out a huff of air as she made her way to the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.

He sat in the dark hotel room staring at nothing out the window when he heard the door open.

"That was bloody stupid!" she said as she shut the door behind her, "You were lucky I was able to slow her down."

John continued to look out the window, he had just wanted to see her, to catch a glimpse of her.

"John?" said Mary as she walked slowly towards him.

"Did you see her?" he said finally.

He glanced over at Mary, she was looking at him in concerned. She looked different, her hair was longer and a shade of brown that he didn't really like on her, but it wasn't like he liked the beard he was sporting, but there wasn't really anything he could do.

"Yes, she was with Sherlock." she replied in a serious tone.

"How did she look?" he replied carefully.

"Good. Healthy."

"And Sherlock?" he asked.

"Happy. He looks happy."

John nodded and stood up, "We can't keep doing this." he told her, "We need their help."

Mary shook her head, "We can't, it's dangerous. I refuse to put our child in danger." she told him, "What were you thinking earlier." she then said in a tone.

"It was an accident." he admitted, "I thought Molly would have her, but I was wrong. When I realized this I tried to leave, but she bumped into me."

Mary let out a sigh and nodded, "You're lucky it hadn't been Sherlock." she told him.

"I didn't want him to see me. He's far too observant he would have seen me."

John made his way to his wife, "You know we can't do this alone." he told her.

Mary gave him a sad look and nodded, "I know." she replied softly,"But we can't go to them they'll be so mad at us."

"I know...but they'll forgive us." he said.

"Will they?"

"I don't know." he replied truthfully, "But we have to try."

Mary looked up at him and nodded slowly.

"I know."