A/N I wasn't very happy with the last chapter, and dont worry i promise soon things are gunna start getting a bit happier. I didn't mean to make sherlock come across as such an idiot, but can you imagine what his mind would be doing? The world leading anti-sentiment suddenly finding out he has a child! Madness! anyway onwards and upwards.

Whilst it had been a horrible few days after her last meeting with Sherlock where she had dropped the worlds biggest bombshell on the consultive detective, time had shown Molly that as everyday passed she was finding herself more and more angry and the complete and utter idiot.

As far as Mary had kept her in the loop Sherlock had thrown himself into work, had been working cases nonstop and therefore dragging John out with him at all hours of the night much to the annoyance of his new wife.

Molly had updated Mary on the entire situation and what had happened between her and Sherlock whilst she was giving first aid to several suspects in her lab. They had just been about to go on a tea run when the door to the lab swung open.

Hauling him by the back of the coat, John was pulling a disheveled looking Sherlock towards her. He let goo and let him sprawl awkwardly against one of the lab benches, where he used to once hunch over with one of her expensive microscopes.

"John?" Molly said looking startled, her hands jumping to her now beginning to show stomach.

"Test Him-"

"I told you it's for a -"

"NO. You do not get to talk! Molly. Test Him"

The bitterness between the two best friends was tense and Molly had a gut feeling that some of the bruises around Sherlocks eyes were not just from cases.

"Test him?" She asked confused "For what?"

"If. He. Is. Clean." John bit out, a vein throbbing dangerously in his temple.

Molly stared at him, feeling a weeks worth of anger bubble inside of her Clean the word echoed in her head almost mocking her.

"clean?" she stated to John, before looking down and walking to stand in front of Sherlock. He looked up under his unruly fringe, his eyes settling on her.

Her hand reached out and whipped across his face, the slap resonating around the room causing Mary to gasp and John to wince. Once wasn't enough, she could hear the words he's spat at her weeks ago

" to trap me to you

to trap me to you

TO TRAP ME TO YOU!"

Her hand hit his face twice more, leaving his head reeling and him pulling a face full of pain. She was almost choking on her words and felt as if she was going to burst into tears if she wasn't so mad.

"How dare you throw away the beautiful gifts you were born with. And how dare you betray the love of your friends. Say you're sorry!" She demanded.

"Sorry your engagement is over" he drawled at her, rubbing his face "Though I'm grateful for the lack of a ring"

She felt ice drip down her spine.

'Stop It" she growled at him, her eyes full of hurt and anger "Just stop it!"

John pushed past her and they began talking again, all the while Molly felt herself stumble slightly. she steadied herself on the bench focussing on steadying her heart rate. She watched as Sherlock swanned towards the door, her words seemingly have done nothing to him. As he stood in the doorway waving his phone declaring the game being on, Molly met his gaze and stared at him for a second before looking down at her shaking hands. As she glanced up through her eyelashes, she saw his eyes rest on her stomach for a second, before he swept out of the door.

The rest of the day had passed relatively normal, she'd worked her way through her back log of paperwork and was shutting the door to her office, when she heard a beaker smash. Her heart began pounding in her chest as she turned around and found Sherlock barely illuminated in the dark lab.

"Jesus!" She squeaked, resting her head against the door. "Sherlock what the fuck are you playing at?!"

"Well, I came to apologise." he replied, stepping more into the light that the eery blue of her lab lightened his face. "Though now I may need to buy you a replacement beaker. Why is it so dark in here"

"Why are you here Sherlock" she asked with a bored voice ignoring his delaying tactics.

There was a brief silence as he leant over and turned on one of her lamps, killing the room with a dull light.

"I should not have.. said the things I said when I last saw you" he replied, pausing briefly "You and Tom…"

"The night you came over"

She finally straightened her head again and met his gaze, his cheek was pink from her slaps earlier in the day and possibly turning into a bruise. As she looked him over, he fidgeted, his hands nervously playing with his coat sleeve.

"Is that it then?" She asked, crossing her arms.

"I'd very like to help you" he said at the same time.

"What?!" they both asked each other standing a few feet apart.

"You first" Molly stated, watching him.

"I'd like.. Well. " he started and frowned looking at his feet "I'd like to offer you assistance. In terms of your- our child"

Molly felt her mouth loosen, she must have looked shocked as Sherlock gave a brief chuckle.

"I understand the way I reacted wasn't exactly gentlemanly Molly, but I would hope you'd think better of me than leaving a woman that I… very much care about.." he stuttered slightly, his cheeks flushing as he continued "in a situation such as this by herself"

Molly couldn't believe what she was hearing, surely this was a dream! She pinched herself slightly and winced. Nope. Not a dream.

However, she couldn't forget what he had said, or let him win her over after the embarrassment he had caused her in the afternoon.

"We need to sit down and properly talk about this Sherlock, maybe dinner or coffee. I'm utterly exhausted from today and am not in the mood to try and work out what you have just said" she told him, picking up her bag that had slipped to the floor.

"Tomorrow?" he asked

"Yeah if you like" she replied, stepping towards him. Her hand came up towards is face and she couldn't help but giggle when he flinched.

"I really got you good didn't I?" she asked, her fingertips brushing his face.

"Just a little bit, hell of a swing on you" he replied.

They fell into silence as Molly realised how close they were standing together, clearing her throat she went to talk as Sherlock leant down and kissed her. She felt her back relax and she sunk into the kiss, her hand placed against his sharp cheekbones. It felt like forever when they both pulled apart, and Molly watched a genuine smile grow on Sherlocks face.

"Tomorrow?" he asked again

"Tomorrow" Molly confirmed "Goodnight Sherlock." she murmured to him, her cheeks pink as she left him in her lab, thriving in the feeling of him watching her leave.

As she got outside, she inhaled through her nose sharply, the cool air levelling her head. As she opened her eyes, she was face to face with the same man who had found her in the street months ago.

"No.." she began

"I told you we would collect his heart Dr. Hooper" the man's smile made her blood run cold.

'What" she asked then rethought 'SHERLO-"

Her scream was interrupted as a man came behind her placing his hand over her mouth and forcefully dragged her to the car.

She was thrown in and Molly cowered, her hands coming up to the window, outside she saw Sherlock run outside of the hopsital, his eyes looking around manically before he settled on her face behind the window

"MOLLY!" he shouted making his way towards her. The car roared into action and pulled away leaving Sherlock behind in the middle of the street.