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I just wanted to let you know that I will upload any more chapters for now. So I decided to put a few in today. Some of you may find some scenes familiar. After all, I've kept some scenes of the series and only slightly adapted :D I hope you like them anyway and let quiet a few thoughts from you on this there 😉

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Over the next few weeks, Sherlock managed to distance himself more and more from Molly and his feelings for her. Thankfully, there were many people who needed his help and he was able to throw himself into more and more cases. In case he had no requests, he assisted John and Mary as best he could with the wedding preparations.

On his sudden departure in the bar, John had asked him again, but then left it at that when Sherlock did not reveal anything. Sherlock just wanted to think back on it as little as possible and let Molly back into his head.

It was still now just under 2 weeks until the wedding and the three of them were currently at Baker Street for final preparations. Sherlock was just bending over some models for the napkins and was completely engrossed while John read him a few requests for possible cases. So neither even caught Mary's horrified look. She eyed the detective in front of her critically as he explained different folding techniques. Her gaze briefly wandered to her fiancé, but he was too engrossed in staring at his phone and didn't notice her help-seeking look.

Mary then had to pull out all the stops and feigned an important phone call. She briefly apologized to Sherlock for having to interrupt him in his explanation and then turned her attention to her phone. She knew exactly what she should do to make John finally wake up.

"Oh, hello Beth," she greeted the supposed woman on the other end and with a wave of her finger, disappeared from the room.

It wasn't long before John was already rounding the corner. There was a questioning and skeptical look in his eyes.

"What's this about? Sherlock knows we don't know Beth?!"

With a concerned look on her face, Mary now turned to John.

"John. He's folding napkins. He's scared!" she then explained to him.

"What do you mean?" he then asked and Mary briefly explained what she meant.

John then shook his head in disbelief.

"I don't think it's that. I think it's more like he's trying to distract himself from someone."

"What someone?" asked Mary curiously. Her eyes widened.

John took another quick look around the corner to make sure they couldn't be heard and then turned back to his fiancée.

"Okay so I think it has something to do with Molly. That night when we were still in the bar, Sherlock told me just before that he kissed Molly. Yeah, and then he just disappeared from the bar without saying anything. And ever since then, he's been acting so strange. Even weirder than usual. I think something happened between them," he explained, keeping his voice as low as possible.

"What, you mean when they almost had hot gang sex?" replied Mary monotonously.

John's mouth instantly dropped wide open and he was now staring at her with wide eyes.

"W...What?"

"Yes. I was just on my way to the bathroom when I spotted the two of them at the far end of the hallway, leaning tightly against the wall. I can't tell you exactly what was there but I'll tell you, air was extremely heated and just crackling." she explained to him with a sly grin on her lips.

"Oh my god! Do you think Sherlock is in love with Molly?" she then asked. The grin grew.

"Have you talked to him yet? What did he say? Is he going to tell her?" she continued to ask, not letting John get a word in edgewise.

"Okay, stop. Mary slowly." he prompted her, sighing slightly.

"I think he definitely feels something for Molly and yes I've tried talking to him but he's obviously not ready."

"Hmm. Maybe you should just let me do the talking?" It seemed less like a question, though.

John looked at her with an astonished expression on his face. Then he raised his hands defensively.

"Okay, if you think you could have more success. Here you go."

Mary said nothing in response but just gave him a look that said "So, please" and rolled her eyes. Before she could step back into the living room, John stopped her.

"Wait. You want to do this now? And what am I supposed to do in that time?"

"I don't know. Why don't you just go buy something? I think we're out of milk" she replied, then winked at him and disappeared into the next room.

Sherlock turned to her and looked slightly embarrassed. Around him were dozens of folded napkins.

"That just happened," he tried to apologize, looking down at the floor sheepishly.

Mary had to smirk slightly, but also looked at him with concern.

"Okay, Sherlock. What's up?"

No small talk or any trivial banter. She got right to the point.

"How, nothing's wrong. I was merely sampling something," pointing to the multitude of folded napkins around him.

"Sherlock! I can see something is wrong. Why or who are you trying to distract yourself from?"

Sherlock looked at her curiously and questioningly in response. His eyes narrowed slightly. He heaved a deep sigh.

"Did John talk to you? Of course he has. After what he told me about you, it was only to be expected that he couldn't keep his mouth shut!" He said the latter more to himself than to her.

Then he rose from that sea of napkins and settled into his chair. With a loud sigh, he dropped down.

"JOHN!" he cried angrily.

"Where is he anyway?"

Mary knew full well that Sherlock was just trying to distract. Despite wanting to know what John had said about her, she would not avoid him. Instead, she now turned her body to face him, shrugging her shoulders just slightly.

"Hmm, I think he was going to buy milk. And Sherlock, try not to get distracted now.

So, you kissed Molly and you obviously have feelings for her. Your last meeting doesn't seem to have gone so well and now you're trying to distract yourself by doing some kind of work that doesn't suit you at all." explained Mary.

"Tss, who says I have any feelings for her?" he asked with a snort, hoping Mary would drop the subject. But he wasn't so lucky.

Instead of getting mad, she just grinned.

"Well, then the next time you two can't keep your hands off each other, you should go to a less public place."

Her grin only widened when she saw the look on his face.

Sherlock was now staring at her with his mouth open and his eyes wide. His cheeks colored slightly.

"You...you saw us?" he stammered.

Of course Mary had seen the two of them. She wasn't going to make it that easy for him, though.

"Well, actually, I only saw Molly standing close to the wall with a man. And since Tom was sitting at our table at the time, it had to be someone else. I didn't know who but thanks Sherlock. I now have confirmation of my suspicions" she teased him and continued to grin.

Sherlock inwardly slapped his forehead with his hand. Mary had set him up and he had now openly confessed to her that he was the man Molly had been making out with.

"So, you and Molly?" she then asked when Sherlock didn't reply.

"No, Mary. You're wrong. Molly and that Tom guy. And me, alone. Just me."

"Okay, just YOU. But you'd like it to be Molly and YOU, wouldn't you?"

He didn't answer, just looked down at the floor in embarrassment. He felt the heat on his cheeks and turned away from her. Mary just rolled her eyes.

"Sherlock, look at me!" she demanded. When Sherlock slowly turned his head up and looked at her, she continued.

"Molly likes you. She likes you a lot. She wouldn't have kissed you or almost walked all over you in that hallway if she didn't?! Even though she's engaged, she can't forget you. And secretly, she knows her engagement is a mistake. I'm not saying Tom's a bad guy, but she deserves someone better. Someone like you. From what John told me, I know she only moved on because she thought you were dead and she missed her chance with you. But now you're here. And I'm telling you to get the hell off your ass and go get her! It's not too late!"