Finally! A new chapter! I've had this idea in awhile, but putting this into words was harder than it looks. So yeah, sorry for the late reply but after next week I should be posting pretty frequently


"I'll be back tomorrow morning. Okay, Molly?" John had asked her, of course she had no say in the matter. He had to get back to his pregnant wife. Mary was probably getting jealous by now, John had been spending most of his time with Molly. But she enjoyed his company, she needed someone who she could talk to and not over react. "If you need anything I'll have my phone on, alright?" He pressed a light kiss on her forehead and he was gone, and she was alone with Sherlock.

Molly watched as John exited the flat and looked over at Sherlock who had his eyes closed and a steeple with his fingers under his chin. She had almost gotten comfortable with his presence, her heart didn't stutter when they were in the same room and it was almost as if she had gotten over her little 'crush' she had on him.

"Tom," he had muttered a few minutes after of silence and Molly jerked her head up and narrowed her eyes toward Sherlock.

"What about Tom?"

"There's something I need to tell you, Molly." Sherlock said as he leaned forward and placed his hands on his knees. He noticed how her pupils dilated and a part of him wanted to go over to her and hug her, but figured that wasn't the best idea. "Tom got hurt."

"Oh my God. Is he okay?" Molly had felt her heart speed up and she jumped up from the couch and started pacing the floor. "Sherlock, please tell me he is okay."

Sherlock carefully watched her, noticing how much she cared for the man who put her through hell for the past five months. Sherlock abruptly stood up in front of her and placed his hands on her shoulders and he could feel her flinch under him. "I did it. I broke his nose and wrist and quite frankly I'm really glad I did."

Molly's eyes widened in terror. She thought she had gotten from the man that had hurt her, but maybe she was wrong. "Sh-Sherlock.. I-I.." Where was she going with this? Did she want to admit that she was scared of him too? Molly shook her head and took a small step back, but his grip was still on her shoulders.

His grip tightened on her shoulder out of instinct and he noticed her flinch and he immediately brought his hands up realizing what he did. "Molly, did I hurt you?" Was that actual concern in his voice? He actually cared for Molly and now he was turning into the monster that hurt her.

"N-No, I-I'm fine." Molly looked down to the floor and could feel her lip quiver. She knew Sherlock didn't mean to hurt her, but she couldn't stop the tears as she took a few careful steps away from him.

"Molly. I'm sorry." He reached out to touch her but immediately retreated when she jumped just at the small movement he made. He had tried so hard to have her feel safe again, and now he had just ruined that. "Molly."

"Sh-Sherlock, i-it's fine. I'm fine. I.. I'm just going to go to bed." And with that she disappeared into his bedroom.

"Fuck." Was all Sherlock said as he grabbed a pillow and threw it against the couch. He had to tell her about Tom. But was it too soon now? He had just brought her up from what Tom had done to her and now she brought her back down. Sherlock took a deep breath, trying to calm himself and figure out what he was supposed to say to her.

After a few minutes of silence Sherlock ruffled his hands through his hair and slowly made his way to his room. He carefully tapped on the door a few times before entering. There he saw Molly under his covers and he could feel his heart break. He did this. He had hurt her. He had broke her just like her bastard fiancé did.

"Molly," Sherlock warned as he slowly made his way over to the lump in his bed and he carefully placed a hand on her back, gently rubbing circles. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."

Molly flinched under his touch and shook her head. "Sh-Sherlock, p-please don't touch me." She hated this. She was back in the whole she thought she had just gotten out of and now she needed John. Molly took a deep breath and brought the blankets closer to her and pulled them over her head.

Sherlock retreated his hand and awkwardly patted the area next to him. Crying was not his area, but he needed to make things right. "Molly, I'm so sorry." What was he supposed to do? John would be better in this area, but he had to fix this himself. "I didn't mean to. I know you know that, I am so sorry."

"I-It's fine, Sh-Sherlock. Really." Well, she was lying. It was pretty obvious, but what else was she supposed to do? Molly took her head from under the covers and looked over to Sherlock and gave a weary smile.

"Molly." God. What had he done? He had done so much to help her and now he said a few things and brought her back done. "Hey, listen. How about I make dinner?" It was a start, right? Even though he couldn't cook it was worth a shot and try to make her feel better.

"I… I'm not hungry." She hadn't eaten in awhile but she had gotten accustomed to it. Tom wanted her skinnier which she had been trying to do for the wedding and maybe had gotten a little overboard on losing weight? Molly shook her head. It wasn't that bad, but like Sherlock had mentioned earlier she had lost almost lost 23 pounds.

"Molly, eat something, please?" Did he really beg? Was he begging for Molly Hooper? Of course he was. He needed her to gain her weight back. He needed Molly back.

"I… I guess." Molly slowly threw the blankets away from her and winced as she pulled herself up to a sitting position. Molly wiped a few stray tears away and put on a fake smile. She needed to act like she was happy in front of Sherlock even though he could clearly tell when she was lying.

Sherlock offered her a smile in return as he got off the bed and outstretched his hand for her which she gladly took. "What would you like to eat?" He asked. But then it hit him. He can't cook, usually if he was ever hungry he would order take out. This should be interesting.

"I don't know. Whatever you can cook?" Molly looked up at him, almost forgetting about the small fight they had had. Once they had gotten into the kitchen Sherlock pulled the chair out for her and she could feel her cheeks brighten as she sad down and looked down at the table.

"I'll be right back. I have to get some items from Mrs. Hudson that I'm missing." Sherlock smiled and very carefully kissed the top of her head. "I'll be right back." Sherlock muttered into her hair as he disappeared out of the flat and quickly ended up at Mrs. Hudson's flat.

He pounded the door repeatedly until the old woman answered the door. "Sherlock," she whined while she was dressed in her night gown and her hair soaking wet.

"Mrs. Hudson. This is an emergency."

...

Ten minutes later Molly was pacing the kitchen wondering what was taking Sherlock so long. Usually it would take him only a few seconds to get something but it has taken him over ten minutes now.

"That's it," she mumbled to herself as she headed toward the door but it quickly opened and there was Sherlock with a hand full of noodles and a jar of spaghetti sauce. "Sherlock, what are you doing?" Molly asked as she took a few steps back and watched as Sherlock took a pot out of a cabinet and put it on the stove and threw the pasta in the pot.

"I'm making dinner." He simply said as he grabbed two plates from another cabinet and placed them on the table. "You like wine, right?" Sherlock asked and before she could answer he grabbed two wine glasses and some red wine and poured some wine in both of the glasses.

"Sher-"

"Don't start," he said simply as he guided her to a chair and sat her down. "I don't want you to worry about tonight."

Molly eyed the pot and then gave a smile up at Sherlock. "You might want to check on the pasta." Molly had a smug smile on her face as she watched Sherlock empty the pot of noodles onto a plate.

"What did I do wrong?" He asked himself as he scratched the back of his head and looked at the stale noodles, sticking straight up like they had before he put them in the pot.

"You might have want to put some water in the pot before you put it on the oven," Molly laughed as she went over and looked at the pathetic noodles. "Do you really not know how to cook?"

"I don't really need to know how to cook to live. Mrs. Hudson is right under me and if anything I can eat out." Sherlock stated as he looked at his noodles and gave a sigh as he looked down at Molly. "Molly, I'm so sorry. I was trying to make a nice night and I ruined it with these stupid noodles." He muttered as he took the trash can from under the sink and dumped the noodles in them.

"Sherlock, I have an idea." Molly watched as he dumped the pathetic straight noodles into the trash can which she couldn't help but laugh at.

"Molly, you are not cooking."

"I wasn't going to say that! What if we ordered take out?"

...

Ten minutes later Molly was on the couch, cuddling into Sherlock with her red wine when the doorbell rang and Sherlock jumped off of the couch, getting the pizza from the delivery guy and then bringing it back to the couch where he and Molly lay.

A few minutes later half the pizza was gone, Molly had ate more than she had in awhile and she could feel her stomach growling in anger. "I haven't ate that much in awhile," she looked over at Sherlock and grabbed her red wine and took a small sip.

"Well, I'm glad you are eating again. You need to eat." He never realized how protective of her he was.

"Yeah," Molly muttered as she laid her head on his and could feel her eyes droop.

"Molly?" Sherlock asked as he noticed how fast she was falling asleep. She had been up for awhile so he understood why she was falling asleep so easily. Sherlock grabbed the red wine out of her hand and placed in on the coffee table as he slipped one hand under her knees and another on her back.

A groan rose from the back of Molly's throat and Sherlock laughed as he very slowly took her to his bedroom and very gently placed her on his bed.

"Have a good night, Molly Hooper." Sherlock whispered as he placed a kiss on her forehead.

"Wait," the squeaky voice he loved so much urged. "S-Stay with me." That brought a smile to Sherlock's face as he quickly obliged and laid down on the other side of Molly and pulled the covers over both of them.

"I'm right here Molly." Sherlock whispered as he started running his fingers through her hair before she fell asleep.


Just a reminder that I have band camp all of next week and I'm going to try and write as much as possible in the few hour break that I get, so if I don't get to update next week don't hate me it isn't my fault! Anyway, thanks for reading and this chapter was written in kind of a rush so if you see something wrong don't hesitate to comfront me