From the blog of Dr. John H. Watson

As Sherlock Holmes' best friend, brother, and partner (work wise) he on occasion has come to me with his issues. When he doesn't come to me he either goes into his mind palace to conjure up mirror images of those close to him to discuss matters. Or he goes to the one other person he trusts completely.

He has gone to her several times for help and she has never once let him down. I'm not even completely sure of how or when it started, Sherlock going to her for help but I'm glad that she is in his circle of friends. In my circle of friends, for this women is brilliant, kind and the most generous person I know second to my late wife perhaps even more so and Mary would agree with me on this.

She is always there for him.

At least, till the day he royally screwed everything up by pushing her away.


Two Weeks Ago

Sherlock paced in front of her door waiting for her to answer. He raised his fist knocking again.

"Molly please open the door. Molly!"

He pauses as he hears the door unlock and open.

"What do you want? What more could you possibly want Sherlock?"

She spoke with indignation arms crossed already closed off from him. He didn't care moving forward to grab her and pull her towards him. It was his mistake for not reading the anger radiating of her.

It wasn't an open palm this time but a fist. A punch that would have made John proud if he was there to witness it.

"Don't touch me."

Sherlock raised his hand to his jaw, "Molly, I can explain. Please. I'm sorry."

"Anthea told me everything, Sherlock."

"I thought you were going to die."

She sighed opening the door allowing him to enter.

"She told me you were going to die. She had explosives in your flat. I saw your coffin."

Molly reached for his arm half dragging him towards the couch allowing him to hold her.

"I saw the footage. It was an impossible situation and you have gone through so, so much."

"But I still hurt you and knowing why doesn't take the pain away."

Molly pulled back from his embrace nodding, "I never wanted to say that. Not to you."

"Molly I- "

"I need to say this Sherlock. I know you don't feel the same. I know you only…" She trailed off turning away and closing her eyes to keep the tears from falling. She raises her hands to her lips, "… only did it to save me and I'm grateful but I. I have felt this. I have been in love with you for so long. I just. It hurts Sherlock."

Sherlock moved to reach out to her, but she rose quickly off the couch tears streaming down her cheeks too fast for her to wipe away before he notices.

"What can I do, Molly. Tell me and I will do whatever you want."

Molly kept her gaze on him pressing her lips together, "Really. Then stay away. Leave me alone Sherlock."

Sherlock swallowed rising slowly hurt marring his face making her struggle between offering comfort and standing her ground.

"Not forever..." She doesn't know why she wants to clarify. No she does because even though it hurts she knows that a life without Sherlock. Without his friendship would hurt worse after she moved past this, "…And we will still work together, and we have John and Rosie and so many other friends. So, we will see each other just. I just."

"I understand."

Molly nodded moving towards the door and holding it open, "I just need some space."

Sherlock followed her to the door, "I'm sorry Molly Hooper. I promise I won't hurt you again."

Molly smiled softly and closed door after him.


John smiled as he entered the kitchen the rest from the previous night helping immensely. His eyebrows rose as he spotted Sherlock standing over the hob mixing something in a pot.

"Yes, I made breakfast. Beans nearly done, toast on the table, coffee in pot." He answered to the question on the doctor's lips.

"… Thank you. I didn't expect you to stay, you seemed eager to go back to Baker Street."

"Changed my mind. If that's okay."

"Yeah. You want to stay a bit longer?"

"Not permanently just while I'm in town. I decided I should visit my parents again."

"But you just got back. You said you were gonna wait another week or two."

"It was something you said actually."

John paused searching his mind trying to figure out what he was talking about, "What did I say again?"

"About talking to someone since I can't talk to you."

"I said for you to talk to Molly."

Sherlock frowned turning off the heat and moving the beans to the side.

"Molly isn't an option. Not anymore. Not after what I did."

"You mean what Euros made you do to her."

Sherlock nodded, "That."

"That wasn't your fault. If you just talk to her-"

"NO! John she knows. She knows and wants nothing to do with me."

"That's why you're going to your parents. Why you still won't take cases?"

"If I take a case chances are I'll need her help."

John nodded, "What exactly happened between the two of you?"

Sherlock took a seat and motioned for John to do the same and told him about what happened the last time he saw Molly Hooper.

"She needs time it's understandable."

"It is."

"She said she loves you?"

"She also said I hurt her and made me promise to stay away and I will."

John took a sip from his coffee, "Do you love her?"

Sherlock paused, "I care for her I have for a long time, but no. Or at least I don't know. I've never been in love John. The closest I've come to it is admiration for Irene, but never love."

John nodded, "Do you miss spending time with her? Talking with her?"

"Of course, I do."

"What else do you miss about her?"

"I know what you are trying to do?"

"Well?"

"I miss her, John. She understood me. She could see me. Me, John. I miss working with her but it's more than that. I miss spending time with her not just at the lab but going out for chips or spending time at her flat."

"You should tell her that."

"I can't see her. I made a promise."

"Running away is not going to help."

"Maybe not, but I'm not going to go against her wishes. I can't work cases. The only thing I can do is be there for my family."