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"Do you know what it's like to be

Your own worst enemy, who can see the things in me I can't hide?

Do you know what it's like to wanna surrender?

I don't wanna feel like this tomorrow,

I don't wanna live like this today.

Make me feel better,

I wanna feel better.

Stay with me here now and never surrender.

Make me feel better,

You make me feel better,

You make me feel better.

Put me back together!"

Never Surrender by Skillet.

Finally, I was back home for awhile. It was Christmas break in my Senior year, and I remember that it was a horrible winter. I thought that it was really sweet that Sherlock almost never let me out of his sight during that year. I could tell that he was up to something, but I didn't know what.

One night, I was having dinner at the Holmes' and helped Mrs. Holmes put away the now-clean dishes, when I heard very faint crying. As quietly as I could, I located the source of it. My heart stopped when I found the one room it was strongest. Sherlock's bedroom.

"Sherlock?" I called, cautiously.

Silence. The quiet crying stopped.

"Sherlock?" I asked, fear seizing my heart and every thought.

"Molly?" He answered.

"Where are you? Sherlock? Please, let me in… I promised that I wouldn't leave you."

For a moment, there was no sound from the other side of the door. Then, the doorknob turned and the door opened. Sherlock stood in front of me, his black hair was a mess and his eyes were red and puffy. He'd been the one crying, but what was bad enough to cause him to cry?

"Sherlock, you okay?"

"Is Mycroft out there?"

I looked down both ends of the hallway, then back at him and answered with a warm smile, "Nope. He isn't out here."

He took my hand and pulled me in his room. He walked ever to his bed and just continued to break down. My heart broke seeing him like this.

"Sherlock, what's wrong?"

"Everything. Redbeard's dead for one."

"No, Redbeard?"

He nodded his head. "Mycroft caught me starting to cry. He scolded me for that. Saying that sentiment won't get anyone anywhere in life."

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and started humming the lullaby that he made for me years ago. Remembering the motion that Mum always did to comfort me when I was down, I repeated to Sherlock. Despite how much I wanted to take away his pain and suffering, I just couldn't. He rested his head against my shoulder and surprisingly started calming down. For thirty minutes I stayed like that, letting Sherlock be human for a short period of time. I started thinking back to all the times that Sherlock was there for me and was the strong one. I thought about how nice it felt knowing that there was a young man in the world that actually cared for my well being.

A knock pulled me from my thoughts. Carefully, I laid Sherlock's head down on the pillow. He gave a look of discomfort when I did that, then relaxed.

I crept over to the door and cracked it open only to find Mycroft on the outside.

"Is Sherlock in there?" He politely asked.

"He's taking a nap," I lied by telling the truth.

A brief look of concern or confusion crossed his face, then it was gone. A tight smile was in the previous emotion, "Please tell him that I wanted to talk to him." And with that he was gone.

I sighed and went back into Sherlock's room. He was still asleep. The moonlight flowed in from his window, highlighting his his face, making him look more at peace. To the point of angelic. I sat down at the top of his bed and brushed one of his dark locks off of his sweet face.

"Mycroft came to talk to you, but I wouldn't let him in. I promised not to leave you for anything, Sherlock. You know, when I feel like my world is caving in and when I'm around you, you make everything better somehow. I'm staying because I love you and you make everything so much better," I quietly told him.

"Thank you for everything you've done for me and you make me feel better, too," Sherlock's deep voice confessed.

Shocked, I looked down. Icy blue eyes were staring back at me.

A/N: I'm so sorry about the depressing part. :( I tried to make it up with the last paragraphs. Please don't hate me. :( Feel free to PM me with prompts and title ideas for my next story. I will consider and appreciate everything that comes in. Free virtual hugs for everyone! :D