Disclaimer: None of these characters is mine. Only the plot.

Molly Hooper was a woman with an unusual life. She works as a pathologist and seems to enjoy it, she's single, she dated a psychopath and is in love with a high functioning sociopath; the reason why her fiance, Tom, left her. And there she lay on her bed, sheets pulled up against her chest while watching the consulting detective quickly dress in front of her.

"We shouldn't have done this." Sherlock said, pulling up his trousers and buckling his belt.

"Um... Y-yeah... But it was great," Molly said shyly, trying to keep a light conversation. Even though she just spent the night screwing around with him under the sheets, she still felt shy around him. She looked up at him, and judging by the look on his face, he almost looked disgusted. Or was it her cruel mind playing tricks again? This made Molly look away from him.

He looked at her, seeing the pain on her face. Of course he knew about her feelings for him. But she has no idea how much he cares about her. He cares so much that he pushes her away, to avoid further pain. He's not the one for sentiment, as he said. And its true. He's grateful for what Molly has done for him; helping him fake his death, letting him use the lab at Bart's, all of those. He wants to make it up to her, but it seems that every time he does, every time he tries to show how much he's grateful, there's always that look of pain and disappointment in her eyes. Then it dawned to him that the only way he can repay her is if he gives her his, what people call, "love". He tries to, but he can't.

He's incapable of love.

So, he stopped trying. Because if he tries, its not enough to stop the disappointment and pain flashing through her brown eyes. He can't give her what she wants. So he's trying to make her realize this now, rather than to try and pretend that he can only to make her realize that he's been lying to her all this time; in other words, it saves her the pain.

"Molly, I'm sorry." He said while storming out of her bedroom to collect his scarf and coat.

"Wait... Hold on," She said, grabbing her dressing gown. She followed him angrily to the living room, where he was wrapping his scarf around his neck. She can't let him slip away like that. Not now. Not ever. "Sherlock, you can't just waltz in to my house, screw around and just walk out in a snap! Sherlock... Tell me, please. Why do you act like you actually care for me for a moment and then shut me out in the next?" She asked, tears threatening to spill. He wore his coat and he looked at her straight in the eyes.

"I'm sorry, Molly. I cannot give you whatever it is you want from me."

"Sherlock, all I want from you is to stop shutting me out. Please." She said, looking at his eyes, pleading for an answer. But his eyes says it all, and it says nothing. She started to look down, not wanting to see her like this; on the verge of breaking.

"Goodbye, Molly." Was all he said. At first, he contemplated whether to kiss her cheek or not. But then, it would disappoint her even more. He'd hurt her, like he always does. So he fled, leaving Molly to her own thoughts.

'Don't cry, Molly. Don't cry. Enough tears has been shed for Sherlock Holmes. Do not cry for Sherlock.'

But then again, there was nothing she wouldn't do for Sherlock.

Molly sat in her lab, documenting the recent autopsy she did awhile ago on a Darius Smith, when the doors opened. She looked up from what she was writing and saw John Watson walking into the lab.

"Evening, Molly." He greeted.

"Evening. The things he asked for... They're over there." She said, pointing to the box on the table across the lab. He nodded and walked towards it. Its been over a month now, since his one night stand with her and she haven't seen him since. John would always text her about the things Sherlock needed for his experiment and he'd also pick it up.

Molly felt a wave of nausea hit her again. She glanced at the time.

"Damn." She muttered. She hasn't eaten a thing since morning and at the same time, she forgot the bottle of pills sitting next to her bedside table.

"I'm sorry?" John asked.

"Oh. Um, nothing." She said as John shrugged it off. As of now, her head is spinning and she felt her brow beginning to sweat.

"Molly, are you alright? You look a bit peaky and... pale."

"Um... Yeah. My head- its just... Its a bit of head ache, that's all."

"Oh. Do you want me to-"

THUD!

John didn't get to finish his sentence as a now unconscious Molly fell to the floor with a thud. He immediately dropped the box and wrent beside the unconscious pathologist.

Molly now woke up in a hospital bed. Her head hurts a bit less now, but it still hurts, nonetheless. That's when she saw John sitting on a nearby chair.

"John?" His head snapped up to look at her and he gave her a friendly smile.

"Molly, you're awake." He said, and he sighed.

"Yeah. Um... Thanks for bringing me here."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Tell you what?"

"Molly, I know that we were never that close but... You're pregnant." Ever since Sherlock died, she was, what you can say, a shoulder to cry on. She's the only other one who he can talk to, besides Mrs. Hudson. After all they've been through, you can say that John owes her.

"I'm so sorry John," she spluttered, tears rushing down her face. "I-I didn't know who to call. I can't call my mum, she'll end up screaming at me. I-I didn't want to bother you because you might be busy with Mary or solving a case." She didn't want to go on with the list, knowing it would end up with Sherlock.

Suddenly, John's phone went off.

You don't have to be a genius to know that it's Sherlock on the other end of the phone and that he was bugging John for the lab equipment he asked him to fetch.

"I'm sorry, Molls. I have to get back to Baker Street before Sherlock starts shooting off the wall again."

"I-It's alright... I'll be fine." She said, wiping her tears.

"Bye. Call me if you need anything." He said, before running off, leaving the exhausted pathologist to her own thoughts.

Thanks for reading my story and for those who are wondering, there WILL BE A CHAPTER 2. This isn't a one-shot. And fair warning: I might update after a long time due to internet problems. So, tell me what you think, leave a review, and if there are any correction is grammar or spelling, please do not hesitate to mention it. Thanks! :)

~Gabrielle