Chapter 8
Thanks for the kinds words KelliDs. This is for you. Also thanks to those who have left reviews and are following this story. I will try not to disappoint.
Molly had already ordered lunch when john came in. With a cheerful wave she motioned him over to sit. John noticed how different she looked. Her waist length hair was gone, in its place was a shoulder length cut that had been highlighted and was slightly curling around the ends. John thought she is rather pretty. Too bad she couldn't see it. She held out a coffee to him as he sat down. Noticing the bag a little pout came to her face. "you started with out me." she dipped her head towards the bag at his feet.
Grabbing the bag he placed it on the table. "oh no, this is from
Sherlock, he said to tell you he was truly sorry."
Molly snorted as if to say he did no such thing.
John understanding her disbelief placed his hand on top of hers. He waited until the silence made Molly look up and into his face.
"It's the truth Molly. These are from Sherlock and he really did say truly sorry."
"OK" was all she trusted herself to say. One deep breath later she put on her brightest smile and held out her hand. "gimme!"
John smiled at her Christmas -like glee and why not Sherlock doesn't do gifts might as well BE CHRISTMAS! Grinning back at how nothing seemed to keep Molly's spirits down for long(he was wrong of course) he handed over the present and watched her dig into it.
Confused Molly laid both I pods on the table."John why are there 2 i pods?"
"Don't know but he did include a note.." before he could finish his statement Molly was digging in the bag again.
Molly found the envelope addressed to her. She so wanted to go to the loo and read it privately but that would have been rude. After a quick nod from john she carefully opened it and began to read.
Molly,
I know you are wondering about the 2 I pods. The pink one of course is to replace the one I broke but the black one is for me. I have a request, I hope that you will agree to. When you surprised me I was lost in the music. It had surprised me with it's imagery and well sentiment. I was hoping if you could load what I was listening to onto it so I could listen to it safely back at Baker st.
Now I know it is selfish to ask for a favor after what happened and I will understand if you don't want to.
Molly, I have no words to express my mortification at hitting you. You have all ways been kind and you were the one I trusted most in my darkest hour. I trust you still. You count, Molly Hooper, you all ways will because you are my friend.
You have been able to see me when no one, not even john has. And you were right "I am not OK" I wasn't back then and I am not right now. I struck you, one of the very select few I chose to let in. So please forgive me Molly even though I know I don't deserve it.
All ways,
Sherlock
When she finished the last line the tears fell. She cried for the genus that didn't believe that he deserved to be forgiven let alone loved.
Seeing Molly's tears John thought the prat had made quite a mess of the note so he grabbed it from her and read it.(damage control its all ways damage control)
Scanning it he knew Sherlock was alluding to something that had happened before the fall. He also knew that the dynamic between the two had changed but had never asked Sherlock about it. Dismissing that thought he smiled gently. The prat had done a great job apologizing. He even told the truth that he considered Molly a friend (could there be more to it than that?- nah)so why was Molly Crying?(sometimes even he gets it wrong)
-blink-
going home from prom after being stood up
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her 4 dates in Uni cause she was too busy, too mousy, too UN-everything.
Taking the note back she spoke so quietly that John had to lean in to hear her. " He doesn't see it or get it. John. He sees but doesn't comprehend. You, me, Greg, Hudson and even Mycroft, we love him and he still sees himself as unlovable and unforgivable." Shaking her head she just sipped her coffee.
At her quiet yet profound words John knew she was right on so many levels. Sherlock was right too. She really did see him maybe better than even he did, but today was for molly and Sherlock could for once wait.
"So you going to load the iPod for him?"
Molly tried to give him a Sherlockian look of – did you really need to ask that?- but failed. " of course I am. I know what music he was talking about so it will no big deal to copy it into his mp3player." talking about music seemed to lift her spirits so he asked the next question that popped into his mind.
"so what was he listening too something classical I guess."
Molly's smile got even bigger, then the giggles started, then she was out and out laughing. It didn't stop. She had to hold her sides to catch her breath.
"not my place to tell." she gasped out between laughing.
"oh no you don't Hooper! Spill it ! What was he listening to!" John had an almost feral grin on his face what ever it was had to be well GOOD!
Wiping the tears from her mirth away she took a steadying breath.
"John...it was my GOTH play list."
Stoic, dependable, unflappable John Watson didn't stop laughing for the next 10 minutes.