A/N: I got a few little reviews for the first chapter, yes I know their characteristics are slight AU however I am trying to get back into writing! Just to assure everyone this is going to have a happy ending ( I hope!) and the undergoing full plot is about to kick off! lets see who can guess!

As ever the BBC own these character & i sadly do not.

Days had passed. Days had turned into weeks, weeks into a couple of months and it had been horrendous. Molly had gone home after the day and had felt just as empty as she had the night they had shared when he faked his death. Except this time Molly was shouldering herself in an internal battle every single time Tom looked at her.

She inwardly groaned again, her inner monologue driving her insane. Well. it tutted at her Not only have you once again scuppered your attempt at a happily ever after, but you're also going to ruin the life of such a kind and thoughtful human being.

Molly sighed to herself. It hadn't helped that she had spent the last few weeks feeling horrendously ill. She'd been nauseous, battling constant headaches and feeling faint. She'd assumed it was just mother nature trying to murder her from the inside out again.. but this had been going on too long.

Molly screwed up her face, groaning slightly as her phone beeped on the coffee table. She looked up, and picked it up. As ever her stomach twisted slightly as she hoped it was Sherlock, but felt the similar feeling of disappointment as she saw the caller ID of Mary.

Johns new fiancee was the friend Molly had always needed. During the time Sherlock had been dead, Mary had swooped into Johns life and brought the man back from the edge. He had started smiling and joking again, which lead to him reaching out and contacting Molly, making the three of them meet up upon occasion for dinner and from the moment Molly had started talking to her, Mary had made her feel of worth. As the months since Sherlocks return had passed, Mary had been checking in on her, knowing the back history between them and even Mollys involvement in him faking his death.

The phone kept ringing making Molly wince at the shrill tone. I really need to change it she though to herself. It had been weeks since Molly had spoken to Mary and it seemed her patience had worn out. Her flat door was knocked with such force Molly honestly felt it would only be seconds before it came off the hinges.

Heaving herself up, she felt herself feeling faint again but shook her head and opened the door anyway.

'Where the bloody hell have you been?" The blonde demanded brushing past her friend and into he flat ladled with suspicious looking bags.

Molly closed the door slowly before turning round have the grace too look slightly sheepish. She nervously played with her hair and looked up at Mary.

"Well?" she demanded, putting the bags on her countertop and hauling a bottle of wine out of her bag.

"I'm sorry" Molly said calmly

"Its been a month Molly." Mary said "A whole month! I know it's been weird since Sherlock has come back but honestly? Not coming into work! No RSVP to my wedding? Have I done something wrong?" She looked hurt.

Molly finally seemed to remind her voice rushing over and getting glasses from the cupboard, eyeing the wine.

"I'm truly sorry, I've been so caught up at work and with Tom working away at the moment I think I just lost sight of myself." she responded, smiling apologetically.

Mary sighed slightly and perched onto one of the chairs around the island in her kitchen.

"Don't bullshit me. Why haven't you been round? John has invited you to dinner multiple times!"

Molly uncorked the wine, pouring generous amount into both glasses before nervously swirling it around in her glass.

"Molly, what is going on"

Molly looked back up at her best friend and grimaced slightly.

"I just can't face him. Do you remember what i told you about when he left?"

Mary nodded slightly taking a sip of her wine.

"Yeah, you bumped uglies"
Molly scoffed at her friends replied

"Well. It happened again"

Mary looked shocked.

"again?! oh you are joking! What about Tom? and AGAIN! MOLLY."

She seemed to be just getting louder and louder, Molly stepped in and frowned at her.

"Can you stop shouting, I already feel awful"

Mary stared at her chewing her lip furiously, a sign her brain was working at a million miles an hour. After a brief silence, she came to a conclusion and looked at Molly.

"How was it?"

Molly stared at her best friend and snorted, which lead to Mary beginning to giggle, within seconds they were both hunched over laughing together. When they stopped and began to calm down, Mary grabbed Mollys hand and gave it a squeeze

"Why didn't you tell me Molls?"

Molly shrugged again swilling her glass of wine, she felt sick again.

"I just couldn't, I didn't want to face you and possibly run into him. You should have seen his face Mary, he saw the photo of Tom in my locker and the ring on my finger and the look he gave me. It was horrible"

Mary listened as Molly told her all about what had happened. Molly didn't realise how much she had so much to tell until it kept pouring out of her, every word offering slight release to her subconscious.

Mary listened for half an hour before Molly stopped talking. When she did she couldn't help but notice how defeated she looked, she looked tired, pale and she could almost see the heartbreak on her face.

"Well if it helps, he has been completely horrendous. I mean you remember how he let John know he was 'back' as it were! Ever since he has been working continuously, desperately trying to get John to come on ever single case with him! It's been infuriating!"

Molly smiled at her sadly.

"Any time you are mentioned by me or John he just tenses up. It did not help when we ran into Tom last week-"

Molly shuddered slightly, she remember Tom coming round and telling her about that.

"Yes he mentioned"

'Sherlock tore him apart Mols. He stood there and picked out every single little thing about him and I've never seen anyone look so shocked in my life. He called him 'Meat Dagger'"

Molly stared at Mary, feeling her heart contract slightly at the mention of how hideous Sherlock had been to Tom.

"Yes, Tom came home and told me about it."

Mary sighed and gave her hand another squeeze.

"Either way, he's going to speak to you soon Molly. I'm not having any unpleasantry at my wedding. Are you still bring Tom?"

Molly looked at her, her brow furrowed.

'Jesus, I don't know, Its not long now is it?"

"Two Weeks"

They sat in silence for a second, Molly hoping Mary would drop her wedding dates idea. Thankfully it had the right effect, she began talking about the wedding plans in full force, Molly went to take a sip of her wine again, the smell made her stomach turn so she pushed it away from her instead. It was going to be a nice evening after all.

—SHMH—

It was a week until the wedding and against her own will, Molly and agreed to be a bridesmaid last minute, which had meant Mary had demanded going for a shopping spree after she'd finished her morning at the surgery.

Molly left her flat, making sure she'd locked the door. Usually she'd just hop into a taxi to get to the surgery but after feeling ropey again all morning Molly decided a walk and some fresh air would make her feel better.

As she walked she could feel another pair of eyes on her. She looked over she shoulder and saw nothing, pulling her cherry covered cardigan a bit closer around her. She picked up her pace a little bit and was thankful when she could see the surgery up ahead, just as she began to feel herself relax Molly felt a hand grab her.

Squealing she sprung around, greeting a man with dark ginger hair with a scar along the left side of his scalp. His beard was patch in areas and looked more like absence from shaving than an attempt at growing facial hair.

'Ello Miss Hooper"

"Doctor" she corrected trying to calm her racing heart, his responded laugh made her shudder. He took a drag from a cigarette in his hand and kept his eyes on her.

"Doctor Hooper' he drawled. "I just wanted you to pass on a message for me"

Molly felt herself beginning to sweat, the hairs on the back of her neck standing up.

"W-Who To?" she stammered feeling more unnerved, his grin snide and dangerous.

He leant closer to her, the grip he had on her wrist made her squint slightly as it throbbed. Finally he was level with her ear and whispered quietly.

"Tell Mr Holmes, We found his heart"

With that he lent back and twisted her wrist sharply, causing her to shout, it throbbed awfully and his handprint was left on her skin as he let go. Molly glanced around looking for help but realised the street was eerily quiet.

"Goodbye Doctor Hooper" the man said quietly before turning away from her and whistling as he walked away, Molly watched him cautiously, gritting her teeth at the pain in her wrist. As he turned down an alley Molly did what any person would do, she began to run towards the surgery, her first throbbing as she tried to carry her bag and it slipped down her arm. She got their in mere minutes throwing open the door, being greeted by a shocked Mary.

"Wh- Where-"

"Molly?'

John appeared in the doorway from his surgery looking at the dishevelled pathologist.

"Are you ok? you're as white as a sheet'

Molly felt her blood rushing in her ear, the mans words echoing in her head, she felt faint again, black dots in her vision.

'Molly?!"

She hadn't realised she had crumpled to the floor, her hear kept pounding in her chest and her stomach swirling angrily causing her to feel sick. The world started spinning and all she could see was John leaning over her calling her name before she passed out.