Since I wasn't feeling well and had darn cramps I wasn't really up to spending the rest of my evening researching information for one of my college classes. So instead I decided to finish this chapter for your and as promised the fourth chapter to my story it is slightly longer . Although after this one it will probably return to the shorter length for now. But, then again who knows. As to the rights of Sherlock they are not mine I just own this story such as it is. Once again thank you for the favorites, views, and I would also like to give a special thanks to Rocking the Redhead and Mr. Invincible for their reviews. Well enough rambling and enjoy the chapter.

Chapter 4: Confession

2 week after Sherlock faked his death

It was the last night in which Sherlock was going to be staying with Molly. The large purple bruises and the several scars that had come from taking a 3 story plunge off a roof and into the air mattress that had been situated above was all but healed to a dull brown. The effects of the drugs that had been ejected into his system to give him a death like appearance had also warn off returning him to his far from normal self. The wounds on the other hand that occurred from the incident of literally having to shatter his friend heart in two were still there and would take time to heal.

Sherlock sat at Molly's kitchen table with her and a cup of black coffee with two sugars curled beneath his fingers as the sound of silence dragged on. Dressed in a t-shirt, jeans, sneakers, and leather hoodie, with his dark brown hair cut and dyed ginger. Sherlock looked quite different then his usually appearance even more normal, Molly would say.

"How's John?" he asked, trying to come up with some form of conversation that would break the dull atmosphere in the room. Allowing him to gradually ease into explaining his new found feelings to the women who occupied the seat across from him, her fingers curled around her own cup of coffee, white no sugar. Molly Hooper, who right after faking an autopsy for him had welcomed him into her home, had protected, held him when he woke up screaming in the middle of the night do to the nightmare where the plan failed, and allowed him her bed. Well it was actually more like he had forced her to give him her bed, on account of his injuries, which was probably not the best idea for his part. He could just imagine John reprimanding him, 'that the way to a girl's heart, was not through forcing her to sleep on the couch.'

"He misses you a lot," Molly answered from where she was sitting. "It hasn't been easy for him, Mrs. Hudson or Lestrade. Not even Anderson is taking your death very lightly; apparently he's convinced you're still alive. Has some theory that you used a bungee cord to fake your death, replaced yourself with a body double and then kissed me before leaving the building alive to go after Moriarty's men. A little preposterous wouldn't you say," finished Molly as she chuckled lightly.

Sherlock took a sip of his coffee for courage.

"I'm sorry. Right, I shouldn't be making jokes. I now, I'm sorry," said Molly her cheeks a bright red as she looked away from Sherlock.

"Actually it's not," said Sherlock. "That far off, I mean the bungee cord is ridicules, I'd never use something so easy for a person especially John to see. But the kissing's not."

"What?" Molly nearly fell out her chair her cheeks turning even a darker red. Did she here Sherlock correctly did he actually say what she thought he said. Sherlock wasn't sentimental, she knew that right. But, then why had he just confirmed that he actually wanted to kiss her.

"Right probably not the best way to start this off. What, I mean is that recently I have started having feelings for someone that is a very close me," answered Sherlock.

"I thought you weren't interested in sentiments," her voice tinged with worry that maybe the person he wanted to kiss wasn't her after all. After all he had just said it was someone very close to him and who was closer to Sherlock then John.

"I'm not at least I thought I wasn't. However renascent endeavors and after spending some time searching through mind place have started to make me feel otherwise, that I may have feelings as it were, for someone."

There it was that word again someone. Someone meant it could be any one. However, in Sherlock's close circle of friends it had to be John. This was why her voice cracked as she asked Sherlock, "oh is it John, cause if it is well that's great, I mean I'm happy for you."

"John good heavens, why would you even think such a thing Molly!?" asked Sherlock as he looked at her watching a few small tears fall from her eyes and into her almost empty mug. "Oh right. Molly, my dear sweet Molly," spoke Sherlock reaching his hands across the table to wipe her tears with his thumb. "It's not John, it's you Molly," placing his fingers round the rim of his cup once more.

"What?" Molly gasped Sherlock had feelings for her this was some trick right.

"I know you probably find this hard to believe with the way I've treated you and you have every right to Molly. After all, originally I didn't believe it myself either. At first I thought it was just because I needed your help in solving my cases and that the reason I kept ruining your relationships was because I didn't want that to change. But, the more I thought about it the more I realized that wasn't the case. I don't know if it was after that disastrous Christmas party last year or before that, but I began thinking of you as my pathologist. So when I saw you with your newest boyfriend Jim for IT, who turned out to be my greatest adversary, Moriarty. The reason I expressed my concern for him and what I know believe any other members of the opposite sex that you choose to establish a relationship with before that was because I was jealous. And that I may…"

Sherlock hadn't been able to get the rest of the sentence out of his mouth before Molly leaned over the table and grabbing the hood of his jack slamming her lips against his. It was a few minutes later that two of them ended up in Molly's room, where beneath the tumble of sheet's and kissing he was no longer a Virgin. While outside a neatly placed do not disturb sign and a locked door prevented the on wanted intrusion of one house cat. While two coffee mugs one black and one white lay forgotten on the kitchen table.

1 months and 2 weeks since Sherlock's death

Even know Sherlock could remember the feeling of Molly's lips against his own as he stood alone along the roof of a building. Looking down on the busy streets of Tokyo where the first in a long line of Moriarty's web lay ready to dismantle. He fingered the item in his hands a small golden bow, before placing a small kiss to it for courage, and descending the building to become just one more figure among the sea of thousands walking down the busy streets.

P.S. don't forget to reply and if any one has any pregnancy stories or experiences they would love to share. That would be great since I have no experience in the matter myself. Also their are a few nodes to latter episodes, jokes, and an Easter egg in this one lets see if you can figure them all out.