A/N Okay so that was a lovely reaction to my cliffhanger, I'm sorry I predominantly write at night so that when i feel a little crueller and leave you guys holding on! Hehe. Much Love to all who have reviewed/favoured/followed this story!

Molly opened her eyes and looked up, Sherlock was gone. As if he was part of nature himself he'd evaporated and Molly couldn't handle anymore. She started to cry and stood in the dark until she finally calmed down. With a new sense of determination she walked back to the wedding, where she took Tom's hand and brought him home.

Molly could remember the pain she felt when she had watched her first pet cat die when she was eleven, it was mind and body consuming and she felt like she was drowning. In hindsight, she shouldn't have expected a different reaction from Tom.

"You're leaving me?"

The pain in his voice made Molly cry, she cried her way through an explanation, telling him she'd never be what he wanted because she couldn't move pass Sherlock. Thankfully this part didn't come as much of s surprise to her fiancee, they'd discussed Sherlock before they'd started dating, and Molly had said she had an unhealthy fascination with the Detective. He cried.

Through their joint tears, Tom was gentle, he hugged her and let them both cry as they mourned what could have been a perfect relationship with a happy ending they both deserved. Surely it was meant to be harder than this? Molly wondered as she told him about what had happened when Sherlock had returned and the truth over the paternity of her child.

Even then he didn't shout, he just looked heartbroken, they stayed up until the early hours of the morning, until Molly took her engagement ring off and placed it in Tom's hand. As he stood to leave Molly burst into a fresh set of tears, and felt a little part of her die as he smiled at her and kissed her cheek.

"Make sure he gives you what you deserve Mols, if not…" he paused, rubbing the back of his neck. "You know where I am."

Molly nodded and watched Tom leave from her window, she couldn't remember how long she cried for, but finally she fell asleep on her sofa, only to be awoken in the morning by a letter being pushed under her door.

Molly stood up looking confused, she tried to look out of her window onto the street but there was nobody around, it was barely dawn.

Shaking her head, Molly picked the letter up and opened it cautiously, not recognising the handwriting. An overwhelming sense of dread filled her as she read the letter.

Doctor Hooper,

Tell him his heart isn't going to be beating much longer.

After all, what if he finds out your little secret?

See you soon. :)

Shaking, Molly dropped the letter, she stumbled back towards her couch, her brain frozen by panic. She looked into every part of her flat that was covered by shade and frowned, what if they could see her now? She knew it was irrational, if anyone was going to attack they would have done it while she was asleep, then again…

Molly grabbed her phone which was on her coffee table and even though she didn't want to, she knew there was only one person she could talk to.

I need your help. -MH.

Molly put her phone down and sat silently, within seconds she had a message back.

I'm on my way. Are you hurt?-SH

No. Scared. -MH.

It took ten minutes until she heard hurried footsteps rush up her flight of stairs. Although her flat was lovely and cheap for the area, it was difficult to get up and down them steps every day, especially after an all-nighter at Barts. Her front door swung open as Sherlock came rushing in, he knelt immediately in front of her, his cool blue eyes searching her face and body for marks.

"What happened" he asked quietly

Molly stared at him, her voice failing her. She nodded towards the general direction of the note which was on the floor a few feet away, daunting Molly. Sherlock followed her gaze and walked over, picking it up and reading it.

"Little Secret" he murmured, looking at Molly. She looked own, avoiding his gaze.

"probably just my crush on you; everyone knows about it"

Sherlock frowned re-reading the letter.

"It can't be. The code in which this letter is formulated suggests that the third line is hinting towards something you know but I don't"

He paused, re-reading.

"Molly… What aren't you telling me?"

Molly felt her stomach lurch and she had to close her eyes to avoid the now normal feeling of nausea swirling around in her body. She could feel her heart beating faster and felt dizzy. Boldly, she opened her eyes and stared at Sherlock.

"Nothing" She replied, meeting his gaze. She quickly stood up and walked towards her kitchen, heading for the sink to get a glass of water. Before she could reach it, Sherlock grabbed her wrist.

"Don't make me deduce it Molly" he warned her, his eyes still looking concerned at her.

"Sherlock.."

"Be honest with me!"

They both stood in silence, Molly refused to speak and felt her heart sink as his eyes began looking all over her, no doubt picking up all of the little signals, she knew a brain like his would not take long to work out what the secret was, it was just a matter of waiting. She watched her eyes filling with tears as Sherlocks eyes widened, his hand dropped her wrist as of it was fire. He looked her up and down again, clearly trying to find a different reason. Minutes past before his eyes came and met hers.

"You're pregnant" He said with finality in his voice.

Molly looked at him, her cheeks red and a single tear falling down her face.

"I meant to tell-"

"How long have you known?"

His words were cutting through her like a hot knife through butter. She could tell under the calm he was giving off, he was panicking.

"It's not about-"

"How Long!" His shout made her jump and she backed away from him slightly, her eyes wide. Taking a breath Molly decided to try and not stammer, to stay strong.

"A few weeks. Since I was in hospital"

The silence between them was deadly.

"Are you sure its.. "

"Yours?"

"Yes"

"100% Sherlock"

The silence continued, he began to pace and Molly let him. She sat back on her sofa and waited.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Molly was shocked by his question, it was unlike Sherlock to ever sound vulnerable.

"Oh it would have been the shame… I mean who else would be stupid enough to have unprotected sex!"

Molly felt like she'd been slapped.

"I wasn't expecting you to turn up out of thin air and jump in the cloakroom!" She argued back

"Well it doesn't surprise me.. infatuated with me for years" his words were like poison and the hit Molly with such anger. " I should have known you'd get yourself knocked up the moment you had the chance… to trap me to you!"

Molly gasped. Sherlock stared at her again, his eyes focussing on her stomach before he took off, his coat billowing behind him. Molly slammed her flat door on him and was shaking with anger, how could he even suggest thats all she was interested in? That all she wanted was a way to keep him to herself. Letting out a scream Molly threw the glass in her hand and it shattered all over her front door.

What was she going to do now?