From the blog of Dr. John H. Watson
Sherlock Holmes is many things. A detective. A chemist. A drug addict. A godfather. A son. A brother. My best friend.
He is also a complete and utter cock. A total dickhead. An emotionally stunted idiot. An arse, with no brain to mouth filter. An egotist who never fails to make sure everyone knows he is the smartest person in the room.
Point is Sherlock is many things.
But I never thought he would be so affected by his actions and how they hurt those around him.
Well, perhaps that is not entirely true. He has shown it with her before. He has also grieved before. When my wife, Mary Watson died I thought I would never forgive Sherlock Holmes and because of that I pushed him away and ignored his pain. I have also pushed her away.
It happened after Sherlock faked his death. I couldn't stand being around anything or anyone that reminded me of him, and she was a beacon. Probably one of the few people on the planet who probably felt the same grief as I did. But instead of taking solace with her I left Baker Street, Barts, and tried to do everything I could to bury my pain over losing the best friend I have ever had.
She has never done that before. Has never turned her back on either of us. Not when we lost Mary. So now when she has pushed one of us away I wonder whether it be best if it was me and not Sherlock.
Since that isn't the case it gives me the opportunity to go to her and make things right.
John smiled as Molly opened the door wincing as she screeched in happiness over the bundle of joy in his arms.
"Moll!", Rosie yelled reaching out to her godmother.
"Oh baby. Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!" She giggled as I passed Rosie to her.
"Hmm… I'm starting to think you care more about seeing Rosie than me?"
Molly turned smiling widely, "You're just starting to think that? I thought it was obvious."
John faked a large frown, "Well I see how it is Molls."
"Just kidding, John. You know I am always happy to see you come on in."
They make their way to her living room, Molly making sure to grab Rosie's toy blocks and placing them along with the toddler on the ground so she could play with them while the adults talked.
John takes a seat, "So, you might have an idea why I'm here."
She nodded, "I've read the blog. As I am sure he has along with all of our friends."
"Molly he misses you."
"I miss him too, John. That's the problem."
"Molly, give him a chance."
"I need time."
"Love doesn't go away with time."
"I know that. I will always love him, but I need to move on. I want someone to love me, John. I want someone who cares about me and puts me first. Someone to share my life with. I want to get married someday and have a family and I will never do that if I spend the rest of my life pinning over a man who will never- "
"Molly, you don't know that."
"He doesn't love me, John. He never will. You know he won't. I've known it for a long time."
"He loves you in his own way Molls."
"Like a friend you mean. I will only ever be his friend I have come to terms with that. I just need to get over him, but I promise I won't abandon him."
"I don't know what to say."
"Say you will not push me and Sherlock together."
"Molly if you give him a chance he might surprise you."
"I have given him a million chances John. Enough is enough."
"If that's how you feel- " "It is." "- I won't push you, but you should still be open to giving Sherlock a chance once he gets back to London."
"We'll see John, we'll see."
