A/N: Hello. I am so sorry for the length of time it's been since my last update, I've been working so much and haven't had any time whatsoever to write. It didn't help that my phone broke so I couldn't write whilst on the train. So here we are back again for another instalment of the fic. Thank you for all follows, favourites and reviews. I hope you enjoy.
Geronimo!
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Chapter 13:
"I do." I muttered, watching him slide the two rings on my fingers. "Sherlock, there's something you're not telling me." I continued, searching his face for the answer. He stood up, sliding his own ring onto his finger.
"It's nothing. I'll get the plates." Sherlock said, turning towards the kitchenette.
"Sherlock, please." I uttered walking after him, picking up the bag of Chinese food on the way. When I reached him I placed my hand on his shoulder.
"Leave me Molly!" He growled, turning around and brushing my hand off.
"Don't shut me out again, Sherlock. Please." I begged, watching him stare at the floor. "Look at me Sherlock." I pleaded. For a moment he was still but then he complied with my wishes and looked up. His icy blue eyes pierced my gaze.
"What do you need Molly?" Sherlock asked, exhaling loudly.
"You. S...S...S...Sherlock, I need you." I whispered, a tear falling down my face; I moved my hand to catch it but his thumb was there, caressing my cheek. "I don't care if it's good or bad. Just tell me Sherlock." I stuttered, covering his hand with mine.
"I'm leaving..." He started, clearing his throat before he continued. "Tonight." He finished, looking down again as if he was ashamed.
"That's why you said all those things. I knew it was too good to be true, I trusted you and you broke my heart, I should have known!"
"That's not what it's like Molly." Sherlock replied his voice filled with anger.
"Then tell me Sherlock: what is this to you? Am I just another one of your experiments? Am I another buckle on your belt?" I cried, pulling away from him and taking a step back, "Well? A...A...Answer me!" At this point I was sobbing and my whole body shaking.
"This is not an experiment, it never was, and I've told you that before. I will never use you like that, and I won't use you again. But Molly I don't know the dynamics of a relationship but we are married and I believe if this whole thing ends we shall move into 221b, where we can live together. Mrs Hudson loves animals, I'm certain you can bring your two cats. I'm sorry Molly, forgive me." Sherlock answered, looking up again.
There was silence. I couldn't comprehend how Sherlock was feeling at this time. He has laid his heart out on the table and I had thrown it back at him. Finally I broke the silence.
"What were you going to do Sherlock?" I asked quietly.
"What do you mean?" He said coldly.
"Were you going to wait until I was asleep and then just leave like you used to?" I uttered before turning around and heading into the bedroom.
"Molly," Sherlock said, following me.
"What Sherlock? What could you possibly say to make this better?" I asked, refusing to look at him.
"Pack a bag. Quickly, before I change my mind." Sherlock announced quickly before walking out the room.
Suddenly realising what he meant I rushed around my bedroom grabbing my travel bag and stuffing it with clothes, not bothering to fold them. I then ran to the bathroom; opening cupboards to accumulate my wash kit. I also picked up the first aid kit just in case Sherlock needed it, which I am certain he will. Then I fumbled around attempting to carry everything back to my bedroom, dropping my shampoo twice and the first aid kit twice. I heard Sherlock's tut of disapproval over the sound of the microwave beeping. I finally walked through the door frame and stumbled into the room before dumping the items into the bag; zipping it up. As I padlocked the zip the light caught the diamonds in my rings. I stared at it for a moment still in awe that I, mousy Molly Hooper, was married to Sherlock Holmes! A cough from behind me drew my attention and I pivoted around to face the only person it could have been.
"Chinese?" Sherlock uttered, offering the bowl of Chinese in his left hand.
"Love some. Thanks." I replied taking it. He then sat down on the bed, patting the space next to him before he picked up his chopsticks and continued eating his own Chinese. I sat down, smiling as I watched him eat, before I dug in.
"We leave in thirty minutes," He said, mouth full of chow mein. I waited a minute to reply, ensuring I didn't have any food stuck in my teeth.
"Okay. Do we need to pack anything else?" I asked before taking another bite of the crispy shredded chilli beef.
"I don't think so. Clothes, washing equipment and first aid kit are sufficient." He replied, talking again with his mouth full.
"Okay, good." I mumbled, covering my hand with my mouth so no food fell out.
We sat there in silence for a while finishing our food. As we ate we played footsie and playfully started bumping each other's feet. Sherlock was smiling at the end of it and the sociopathic front he put on was gone. He looked so carefree, much like a child on the swings in the playground. I started giggling and his baritone chuckle joined in. It was a lovely sound because I knew he was scared, he just refused to show it.
About five minutes later, after we had washed up Sherlock's mobile went off. He quickly dried off his hands and fished it out of his pocket, reading quickly before sliding it back in.
"The car is outside. I'll get the bags." He muttered, walking to the bedroom to collect my bag and picking up his on his way through. "Molly, do bring a coat and scarf. It isn't known to be warm." He announced before opening the doors and starting his decent. This was probably to give Mycroft some warning I was coming too. I quickly grabbed my red mac and Sherlock's old blue scarf before scribbling a note for the next door neighbour to feed the cat for a week, arrangements would be made soon and saying goodbye to both of my boys, who knows how long I will be gone, or if I will return. I then shut the door and headed down the stairs. Remembering how I fell down these not so long ago. Instead of stopping and remembering all the details I continued down the stairs until I reached the doors at the entrance of the apartment building. I heisted, seeing the black jaguar outside, the ominous black tinted windows staring at me. I took a deep breath and walked out to the car. The door opened and I got in. I shuffled in next to Sherlock, noticing Mycroft was in the front passenger seat I kept quiet knowing that my mere presence was irritating him.
"Let's go, Chauncey." Mycroft said and the car drove into the black abyss that is London at night.