Wait? There's more?! Yes, yes there is! Due to the fact I had more than 0 people review, I've decided to write an epilogue for you guys.
A massively huge thank you to Demetra Rose Riddle, WhoNeedsTheLimelight, Worst3ver, Clufie, Inaieu, and Guest for reviewing. Thank you so much everyone. Like, everyone.
I apologise if you find any silly mistakes, I wanted to get this out quick for you. I checked it as best as I could. :)

For what I ASSURE you is the final time: I. Do Not. Own. Sherlock.

Sherlock sat alone in the dark. He took a deep breath, steadying himself. He felt unprepared, exposed, unsure. He hated that feeling. Insecurity. How he detested the feeling of not knowing the outcome, being unsure about the facts. He had run through the plan precisely forty-three times, where twenty seven of them had been positive outcomes and sixteen of the outcomes were negative, ranging from mild discomfort to complete catastrophe. He tried not to focus on the catastrophe ones, logically speaking the probability that Molly would get hit by a car and never return home was close to naught.

Sherlock looked at the time. It was 5:45pm, Molly would be arriving between now and 5:47pm, depending on the punctuality of the Tube. He inhaled sharply. What was it that John had said to him before he left? 'No turning back. Just go there and tell her how you feel.' Sherlock sat in silence, the rose petals he had meticulously scattered on the table gently stroking his hands.

Five minutes later, Sherlock was worried. Maybe Molly really had been hit by a car, or crushed in the tube, and he would never get his chance to tell her how much he loved her. Just as he was about to give up, the door opened. There was something wrong, Molly usually came home alone, but there was another voice with her. She called out to the person, "Thanks for doing this for me!" as she walked into the door. She turned around switched on the light, and jumped.

"Sherlock! What are... what are you doing here?"

"I love you too, Molly Hoo..." Sherlock never got to finish his sentence. The mystery figure walked in, revealing none other than Jim Moriarty.
"Okay, so now what was the problem with your..." Moriarty stopped. "Sherlock, right? We met at the hospital?"

Sherlock looked in shock.
"You're supposed to..."
He caught himself before anything could slip out. "Yes, I remember you. Molly, have you checked your mailbox?"

"Ummm yes..? Sherlock? What's going on? Why are there rose petals everywhere?"

"I came here to tell you something very important. What's he," Sherlock gesticulated in Moriarty's direction "doing here?"

"Oh, Jim offered to fix my laptop. It's been making strange noises for months now, and I met him last week outside work, so he said he'd take a look."

"Yes, Molly and I have... reconnected." Moriarty offered, as he wrapped his hand around Molly's waist, looking at her and smiling.

Sherlock's heart broke into two as he noticed something.

It was a smile that Molly returned.

Okay, okay, okay. So you want to rip my head off. (I did too, after I realised what I had done. Sorry! Really, I very much am!) BUT. There's going to be a sequel, which I shall start on tomorrow! (probably... But I only publish my fics when they're complete, or at least mostly complete, so you might have to wait a little while to read it. And with my final year of high school starting soon, you may be in for a loooong, loooooooooooong wait. But that's worst case scenario.)
Thank you again to EVER SINGLE ONE OF YOU who has read this piece of work. Thank you thank you thank you.
Thanks for reading!
Kimbee