As the show ended, both men soon got over the mild fight. Another episode of the same show was about to start, when Molly snatched the remote off the table and turned the power off. That resulted with both men looking at her like she had committed a murder.

"Boys," she began, "no more crap telly like this. If you are bored, why don't you go do something?"

Sherlock looked at her, narrowing his eyes, "Why? Do you want us to leave?"

Molly's eyes widened considerably and she said, "No, of course not. It's just this is not the best thing to be doing-"

John glanced at his watch and he jumped off the couch. He ran to his room without saying a word to the two of them.

"What is he-"

"A date, Mary is her name, and he completely forgot about it. She is a nurse at St. Bart's and you probably know her."

Molly did in fact know her, she often chatted with her on her breaks. Mary appeared to be a very sweet, but funny girl. Molly knew that they would be a precious couple.

John rushed out of the door, and that was the end of that.

Molly looked over at Sherlock, awkwardly, not knowing what to do.

"Uhm-I will-uhm-uh-go-to-bed-uh-" Molly stuttered stupidly as she removed herself from the couch and started to walk to Sherlock's room. He didn't stop her and so she took that as a chance to get changed into her comfy sweats and a baggy t-shirt. She went inside the bathroom to change, and noticed her bright red scar as she lifted her shirt. Molly sighed as she shrugged on her shirt, trying to ignore the slight pain the new cut was giving her. Then she slapped on her sweats and felt considerably better and a bit tired. She folded Sherlock's shirt and carried it out to the bedroom. She put it on the dresser, and then was about to lie down on the bed, but she was startled to see the one and only Sherlock Holmes there.

"Sit down," he patted the spot next to him, "I know what you did today."

Molly gulped in shock and he continued, "I basically know everything."

She reluctantly sat beside him and Sherlock made eye-contact with her. Molly's instant reaction was to look away, and so she did. Sherlock let her and she heard his irritated huff.

"Molly, let me tell you a story."

Molly returned her gaze to him and he knew he had her full attention. He lifted up his left sleeve to reveal a healed cut that seemed deep. She rose her eyebrows and he said in a soft voice, "I know how you feel, Molly. I am going to tell you my story of why I did it and how I overcame it."

Tears were shining in her eyes, she didn't expect this of the strong man beside her, "Don't cry, Molly. It was only once, and I learned my lesson. You, it seems, did not. Let me help heal you, Molly. I will not lose you due to your own actions. So, I will now begin, and I expect no interruptions from you. Understood?"

Nodding her head, she gazed at Sherlock, waiting for him to begin his story.

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-LoveIsAFairyTale