A/n: I'd first like to thank everyone who reviewed, favorited the story and added this to your alert list. I was really worried how it would be received and all of your responses were a great encouragement. My original plan was to update once a week, as it's already Wednesday, I've already failed. So here is Chapter number 2. In all honesty, it's a bit of filler, but chapter 3 as it is now, is twice the length of this one. I'm hoping to have chapter 3 up by Sunday or Monday, but I won't make any promises. Also, I'm still in need of a Beta so if you or someone you know is interested please send me a message. Mostly I need a second pair of eyes to check the chapters over and to maybe bounce ideas off of from time to time.

Finally, I forgot this the last time but – I own nothing.

Someone I used to know

Chapter 2

Coming face to face with 221B Baker Street was more difficult than I could have imagined. I knew he was alive. I'd being seeing him in just a few hours and yet looking at the door still depressed me.

Maybe it was because I knew the pain the two people who lived behind the door were enduring.

To my luck, Mrs. Hudson had moved on in her stages of grieving and for the most part and was her usual self, though not as cheerful.

"Come in dear, Come in," She said as she all but pushed me into her kitchen at the back of the house. "I'm hoping John will make it back while you are here. I told him you were coming round. Poor boy, he's been taking this so hard. It's so quite up there all the time now. Even the movers Mycroft sent over didn't make much noise. It can't be easy for John to be in a mostly empty flat. The Movers didn't take everything, there are still medical supplies here and there, no body parts luckily." She said all of this as she poured tea out of the waiting pot she had set out for my visit. I couldn't help but notice the two extra cups sitting on her tray. I knew one was for John and I hoped she wasn't still putting out a cup for Sherlock.

Perhaps she had invited Lestrade over. We could have a 'friends of Sherlock' reunion. Lovely. Completely unsafe also if what Sherlock alluded to about Moriarty still having associates out watching us. I didn't need to worry about a possible attack while also trying to keep myself from shouting the truth at any moment.

"I must say, I'm quite impressed with you, Molly. You really seem to be holding yourself together well," Mrs. Hudson said after a few moments of silence between us.

"I…" I needed to choose my words carefully. Mrs. Hudson could tell how I felt… Feel about Sherlock. I had to play the girl who never got her chance with a man she loved. I had been putting on a strong face ever since that horrible Christmas party, but Mrs. Hudson somehow always knew that I kept my feelings for him. "I've just tried not to think about it, to be honest."

It was the truth. The thought of what I had helped with the faked death made me feel ill at times. I was never one to cause anyone pain, and yet I had helped Sherlock cause so much pain.

"I actually booked a holiday. I haven't taken time off in a long time and my boss was worried about me."

This was all true.

"On your own? Dear I really don't see how that will help you," Mrs. Hudson's concern for me shined brightly.

"I won't be… alone that is," Also not a lie. "I'm meeting a friend in the country. They have a small house and offered for me to stay. They knew getting away from the City for a while would help me and we haven't seen much of each other in recent years."

"A male friend perhaps?" She had a sparkle in her eye. "I know you had feels for… for Sherlock, but it would be nice to see you move on dear. I know you've been trying and as much as I hate to say it, he really is gone. I had hoped of course, we both had, but no sense in that now."

For the first time since I had arrived I could see the tears begin to threaten a release in her eyes.

"My track record isn't really the best," I replied. "I'm just going to let things in life come to me instead of chasing them myself. But that isn't really the point of this Holiday. My friend also recently went through a bit of a tragedy, and so we figured we could help each other."

At this I heard the door open and footsteps leading into the room.

"Hello, Mrs. Hudson, Molly," John said from the doorway. "I was just…"

"Sitting down for tea with us." Mrs. Hudson said as she stood to make more hot water.

"Right," he said before taking the seat beside me. "How have you been Molly?"

He was trying painfully hard to be polite. I could tell he didn't want to in this situation. Maybe he just wanted to go upstairs and think on his own, which was probably how he had been spending most of his time recently.

"I'm well," I said softly.

"She was just telling me about her holiday she is preparing for," Mrs. Hudson added.

"That's nice," He said absent mindedly.

Mrs. Hudson carried on most of the conversation for the rest of my visit. As I checked my watch I knew my car would be there soon.

As I said my good byes to the two, no questions were asked about the car waiting outside for me. Obviously Sherlock was right and Mycroft had been looking after all of us. I wondered how much of that was Mycroft's doing and how much was Sherlock's.

After nearly two hours in the car, I was surprised to see a small cottage home covered in vines and surrounded by a stone fence on all sides come into view as the car slowed down.

When the car came to a stop, I let myself out and waited as the driver pulled my things out of the boot.

"Would you like me to carry these in for you?" He asked as she shut the boot.

"No, no thank you I can handle it from here," I said with a small smile. The driver gave me a nod and handed me my bags and a key before opening the gate at the end of the path leading the cottage.

"Thank you," I said again before walking to the door and placing the key in the lock like it was exactly as I expected.

As I walked through the door I was greeting with the sound of Violin music coming from the back room. I sat my things down and walked towards the music and found Sherlock looking out the window while playing. He had the same look on his face he so often wore in the lab and I knew he was in mid thought so I just sat down in one of the chairs and waited.

I also took the chance to observe him. His hair was a different color and much shorter than I had ever seen it. Beyond that we was still wearing the same style of clothing, dress shirt with the top few buttons undone, dark grey pants and dress shoes. On the chair beside him a dressing gown had been discarded.

His face, though he was completely lost in the music he was playing, still looked sad. There was no one there for him to pretend for.