A/N: I'm sincerely sorry for not posting any sooner. I've been on a field trip with my fellow soon to be teachers and still trying to finish both internships at the same time, so weeks flew by and I completely forgot to finish this! So this is the last part, while I could continue this, I don't think I will. Until the end of June, my agenda is unfortunately very filled up. Hope you guys will enjoy this part!

Chapter 3

As soon as he heard John closing the front door behind him, Sherlocks mind began to work overtime. Trying to find a way out of the situation he'd gotten himself into. But, as he contemplated completely ignoring the situation altogether and have Mycroft relocate Molly to another continent, realization began to dawn on him.

He needed to face the consequence of his actions.

Screwing up someone's engagement was something entirely different from ridiculing one's date. Molly would have to cancel a wedding, not just dinner plans. He brought back memories of John and Mary's wedding and the weeks of preparation that had preceded it, making the extent of his actions even clearer.

A plan started to spring from his mind, but as details and possibilities flowed freely through his mind palace, he was stopped by a slap from Molly.

"Stop it, Sherlock, just stop it! I need you to focus!"

The Molly in his mind palace was clad in nothing but his labcoat just as the real Molly had been before.

"It's not like in the movies; you can't just arrange everything without consulting me first and expect me to be okay with it."

"But, you've always loved me. I admit to thinking it was only a slight infatuation at first, but you persisted; instead of being repelled like most, it only seemed to deepen your affection."

"Yes, it did, and yes I've always loved you. But still; if you want me to take the leap, you need to be the first to jump off the cliff."

Molly and his lab coat disappeared, leaving him standing in his own livingroom again. He took a deep breath and started to make his way to his bedroom door, taking his lock picking tools from out of their hiding place. The door was open in a matter of seconds, revealing Molly on the right side of his bed; at least they wouldn't be arguing about who was going to get which side.

She'd covered herself completelyin his sheet, even if he could see she was still wearing her undergarments. As she was facing away from him, he stared at her back for a moment, before sitting down on the edge of the bed.

"Molly." He started, seeing her flinch at the sound of his voice. "I know the walls are thin, and therefore you must have heard John's words. I admit to manipulating you, although I never would have hadn't you been here. I am deeply sort for causing you any embarrassment or inconvenience, though in truth I cannot apologize nor be in any form sorry for the ending of your engagement. For I do not wish for you to be with any other man, than me."

Molly rolled herself over, her eyes displaying the shock he'd just giving her with his words.

"John was right?"

"Yes, quite so, I'm afraid." He looked just a tiny bit nervous. "So, if you haven't come to hate me, within the last fifteen minutes or so, would you perhaps consider marrying me this Sunday?" He ignored her gasp to ramble on. "I know that some things weren't entirely your taste and we would have to get another cake, different location, lingerie and a wedding dress you haven't let your friend Meena and that creature who supposedly goes by as Tom's mother talk you into wearing, and of course we'd still have to cancel half of the guests, seeing as they belonged to his family and… " He stopped his spur of words as he saw Molly's expression go from shock to horror and then outright panic. "What?" He enquired. "What is it?"

She had to take a deep breath before being able to answer. "It's just,…marrying? Do you even know what that entails, Sherlock?" She asked him quietly, unsure of her own voice, afraid of this little spark of hope to be just a fleeting moment.

His forehead formed deep crinkles. "Well of course, it means that you would introduce yourself to the world as being my other piece. The thing that completes both you and me, and joins us as one."

He lay down beside her on his side, his eyes never leaving hers.

"I can't imagine anyone being a better fit than you, and while I may not be your best fit, I am willing to try everything in my power to change that; willing to learn, and I have been previously told that I'm a fairly quick learner." His genuine smile matched hers as his words landed in her heart.

"My final argument for your agreement to such ridiculous proposal could only be that while I don't completely understand it, I seem to love you very much and do not wish to be apart from you any longer. So again, I'm asking you, Molly Hooper, will you marry me this Sunday?"

She popped herself up to sit on her knees, still beside him on the bed.

"You silly man!"

She exclaimed and claimed his lips with a searing kiss. He released a small gasp at her actions, but quickly regained his composure, taking over the lead. One hand was tugging at the curls at nape of his neck, her other was dangerously wandering lower. He slowed them down and lay her down on her back, leaning back a little while stopping one of her hands before he would completely lose his self-control.

"Can I take that as yes, Miss Hooper?" He asked her, a little out of breath.

His glowing Molly lifted herself up a bit to whisper in his ear. "Yes, Mr. Holmes, I'm yours."

And with those words his mind came to rest, and was he finally able to focus on a task he'd been wanting to complete all day; to relieve her from all the frustration he'd managed to build up in both her and him. After all, they did have a wedding to adjust and he was planning on having a very relaxed bride.

A/N: Sooooooo...how was that?! Disappointed? Does it need change, did I screw up somewhere? Please tell me!