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Molly opened the door to her flat. She can't wait to drop on her bed. After an exhausting day, who wouldn't? She was planning on going straight to her bed but she only managed to make it to the couch. As she lay her head on the arm of the couch, the events of today replayed in her mind. So she fainted and now, all of her colleagues know she's pregnant, including the best friend of the father... Great.

Sherlock... She could just imagine the future of her with his child. He can imagine a boy with black curly hair, running towards her, asking where his daddy was. Why he doesn't show up. And sooner or later, she has to see those brown eyes being filled with hurt as she tells him why he's not with her.

Then, she suddenly felt thirsty. 'Oh right. I haven't eaten or drank anything since this morning.' Deciding to eat a light snack before going to bed, she made her way to her kitchen, grabbing a glass.

"You should be resting." A baritone voice suddenly said, almost causing Molly to drop the glass, but another hand caught it.

Of course. He would've known.

She got the glass from his hand and filled it with water. She faced her back at him. She doesn't want to talk to him now. After leaving her like that? Nope.

"John said you fainted," Sherlock said. He was nervous and concerned for her, of course. 'I don't think she sees that.' Sherlock thought. Why won't she talk to him? He knows the effects of what he did about a month ago, but... Its been a month. She should be over that, right? "Molly?"

"So that's what it takes for you to notice me? If something bad happens, you'll go to me. Huh, for a moment, I thought if I died, you wouldn't even notice," She said coldly, making Sherlock feel even more nervous. Sherlock was about to answer when Molly cut him off. "And yes, I did faint awhile ago. Now that you know, can you please go?" She said, finally facing him.

"Molly, what's happening?" He asked, annoyed that he doesn't know what's going on. He always knows...

"Good lord! You're so dense! Sherlock... I'm pregnant."

Sherlock went numb. There are two possibilities. Its either, its his baby, or while he was gone, she went around having one night stands with men that she met at the pub. He felt that familiar constriction of his chest at the last thought. Although, the second thought was unlikely and he knows its his. But the thought of having a child, the thought of having a small child made his heart ache and beat with excitement at the same time.

Was he ready? No. Can he be a good father? No. Does he want to? Of course he does. Can he love the child? It was on that question that Sherlock's confidence and thoughts of being a father faltered. No. He won't ever love the child enough. As much as he does, it won't be enough. He's afraid that because of that, his child would hate him. Treat him, well... differently. But then, there was Molly. Oh his sweet, sweet, Molly who loved him unconditionally. What would she say to him? He'll hurt her again. But no matter what, she'll always be his. But can he be hers? No... He's unworthy to belong to her. She deserves someone better.

"Sherlock, say something." She said, her calm facade breaking a bit and all those worry and grief pouring through her eyes. He can't stand it. Those sweet, caring eyes that he grew to love was now ruined and sad because of one sinful and lustful act that he did.

So he left.

Molly woke up to the sound of the doorbell. She jolted from her sleep and found herself curled up in the kitchen. Memories of last night flooded her mind. As soon as Sherlock left her,tears had been shed. But they weren't just sad ones. She was angry at him.

"He left out the one person that mattered the most. You made it all possible."

"Molly, you do count."

And not to mention, THAT night..

Molly was working late at Bart's and Sherlock just finished working on a case. John left early. Being a married man, he and Sherlock weren't the same Dynamic Duo that they used to be. And Molly, she just had a nasty encounter with Tom a few days ago.

"Still chasing after him, are you? Well don't even bother. I know men like him. He won't love someone like you. And once you realize that, Molls, once those delusions of yours about him having a heart disappear, it would be my pleasure to say 'I told you so'!"

That was enough to leave Molly thinking. She denied the fact that Sherlock would never feel anything special for her. She still had hope. But Tom's biting words got the best of her.

"Are you alright, Molly?" Sherlock said, his voice pulling her out of her thoughts.

"Um... Yeah. I'm fine." She replied without thinking and one of the most unconvincing lies she ever told.

"Molly, you've been staring at the same slide for 20 minutes. You didn't even bother removing it from the microscope," He said, trying to keep the mood light. But he turned serious as he read her. Bloodshot eyes, disheveled appearance -depressed. She'd only be depressed if. "What did Tom do?"

"Sherlock, I really don't want to talk about this." She said, the thought obviously weighing her down. After a long silence, Sherlock spoke up.

"Fancy dinner, Molly?"

"What?" The offer took her aback. This is a rare moment for her. Sherlock Holmes, asking her out? Its something unheard of.

"Its the least I can do for, you know... letting me use the lab and all."

Molly thought about it and smiled...

"Why not?"

Molly's thoughts were cut off when she heard the doorbell ring again. She stood up, rubbing her eyes and stretching her sore limbs. She walked towards the door and opened it, expecting Sherlock coming to apologize or John making sure she's alright, but she was a bit disappointed when she saw the mail man.

"Molly Hooper?" He asked.

"Um... Yeah. That's me."

"Delivery from Sherlock Holmes." He took out a manila folder and handed it to her. She signed the paper on the clipboard he held out to her and left. She opened to see a thick stack of 100 euro bills, and a note. It was only a small paper and she only had to read it once to know what it truly meant.

'For you, Molly. I wish you a happy future. From your dearest Sherlock.'

He was shutting her out of his life.

That's it for Chapter 2! Sorry guys, if its not what you expected, but trust me, it gets better. Anyways, thank you again for your lovely reviews and I hope that you leave me more! Whether its good or bad, its fine with me. So, stay tuned for chapter three!

~Gabrielle