John had invited Sherlock to his place until his flat was completely renovated and now he was sitting on his couch with the detective and talking about yesterday.

"How are you feeling now after everything that happened?" he asked with a slight concern.

Sherlock replied to him with "fine", but not very much to say.

John took a deep breath and still Sherlock did not allow any emotions.
"I'm sorry but I can't believe that. You must be feeling something after all this?" he replied curiously.

Sherlock gave a deep sigh.
"John. I don't know. Yesterday I learned that I have a sister and about what happened to my best friend Victor at the time. I've got to sort all this out first."

John understood, however, that there was another question on his mind.
"Of course. And... will you talk to her about it?"
Sherlock turned his eyes away from him, slightly unnerved.
"With whom?" Sherlock then asked, although he already knew the answer.

"MOLLY?!" John now replied in a louder voice.

Sherlock then just rolled his eyes. He knew he had to talk to her about this call and that he owed her an explanation but he was unsure how to do it.

"Oh, John. Do I have to? Do I really have to? I mean, this is Molly we're talking about. The Molly who, without further ado, had helped me fake my death. I'm sure she'll understand somehow.

That was too much for John. How could Sherlock have accepted such a thing?
"SHERLOCK! You can't be serious?! You know -"

But before he could continue, he was interrupted by the doorbell.

Molly was just outside her friend's door, waiting for him to open it.
She was excited and didn't quite know what to expect or how Sherlock would react to her appearance. Would he openly tell her what had happened and what this phone call was all about or would he, as he often did, reject her with his typical "Sherlock behaviour"?
She was a bit scared of this conversation, but she wanted to know. Above all, she wanted to know whether his "confession of love" had any meaning. After all, he had not only said it once. And the second time it almost sounded as if he had become aware of something.
A spark of hope germinated in her from these thoughts. She loved Sherlock and had done so for ages. And he had said those beautiful words to her twice, words she had always wished she could hear from his mouth.

'Maybe there's a chance after all and I don't have to cut him out of my life completely,' she asked herself.

'No, stop! This is nonsense. This is Sherlock we're talking about. He will never feel that way about me. There must be another explanation,' she then rebuked herself in thought.

She was not allowed to be distracted and above all she had to stop dreaming about him and imagine a life together with him. She had a different plan and depending on how the conversation goes, she will put it into action. For her own good.

It didn't take long before the door was opened and a rather surprised looking John stood in front of her. He looked exhausted and dark circles around his eyes adorned his face.

"Molly? What are you doing here?"

"Hello, John. Sorry to disturb you, but..."

There was a short pause. She was slightly horrified at the sight of him and didn't really know what to say.

"Um, is everything OK? You look very exhausted," she then asked in a worried tone.

"I haven't slept very well and yesterday was quite exhausting. But tell me, what are you doing here? Do you want to visit Rosie? Because, unfortunately she's not here. She's with relatives."

"Actually... Actually, I came to see Sherlock. I heard what happened and that he's with you for now." she stammered slightly insecurely.

"You know what's happened?" he then asked, slightly surprised.

"Mycroft Holmes came to my flat last night with a couple of men to remove any cameras that were attached to my place. I was then told by his assistant that there had been an explosion in Sherlock's flat and that he would be staying with you for the time being.
I, um... I wanted to find out if he was all right," she explained. At first she didn't say anything about the phone call. After all, she didn't know that John was present during the call.

"So he is there?" she asked.

John listened to her attentively all the time and finally came to the conclusion that she knew nothing about yesterday and what happened in Sherrinford. But he also knew that she also had a right to know about it and there was only one person who could and should explain everything to her. The person who was now sitting on his couch.

"Wait a minute" he then asked her and slowly closed the door.

"Sherlock. It's Molly. She wants to talk to you," John replied to him after he had returned to his living room.

"Just tell her I'm not here."

John rolled his eyes and stroked his hair in annoyance.

"Sherlock! You're not serious, are you? Molly's our friend, your friend. You two are friends. Just like you said yesterday. Remember? Do you have any idea what you did to her with that phone call? She opened her heart to you. She loves you and you obviously feel something for her. You owe her an explanation!" he almost screamed.

"Yes John! Molly and I are friends. Not any more. And I wanted to save her life with that phone call. I had no idea that it was all just a cheap trick on my sister!" Sherlock replied loudly.

"Damn it, Sherlock! It's because you're friends that you have to talk to her! Now get out there and explain the whole situation to her before it's too late," John yelled on and pointed his arm towards the door.

Sherlock was stunned by his friend's outburst of emotion. But he also knew he was right. Molly was his friend and obviously he really had some feelings for her. However, he could not yet identify them and had to find out about them first.

"But what should I tell her? I don't even know what happened to me. I only confronted my emotions a few hours ago. I'm not ready to do that yet" Sherlock sighed.

"The truth, Sherlock. Tell her the truth. She deserves to know it.

But what was the truth? Did he really only see her as a friend or did he feel something else for her? After he had said these words, and for the second time, he became aware of something. But he did not know what it was yet.

Sherlock took a deep breath and then slowly rose from the couch.

Carefully and with slightly shaky knees he walked towards the door.

Slowly he opened the door and immediately began to speak.

"So Molly, listen -"

But Molly had disappeared.