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~LoveIsAFairyTale
Not knowing how to respond, she didn't. Jim was dead. That was a fact, or was he? It would be unwise to text back the number, but the mere thought of it was tempting. She decided to keep the text and an another minute later, she changed her passcode, just in case Sherlock knew it. She wouldn't want to worry him, since she was starting to get better and happier. Now, she had to admit, her suicidal thoughts came crawling back.
"Sherlock doesn't care for you. John doesn't care for you. Your co-workers don't care for you. Your family doesn't care for you. No one cares for you. Do everyone a favor and end it all."
Tears gathered in her eyes and she blinked, trying to get rid of them. She wouldn't let this get to her. Even if anyone didn't care for her, she would do this for herself. Molly knew she might not be worth much, but she must be worth something.
"Stop sniffling, Molly." Sherlock mumbled from under his pillow.
His hair slightly poked out from under it and she had the urge to run her hands through it. Sherlock's eyes were suddenly right in front of her, squinting, inspecting her. She turned her head away from him and John poked his head through the door, "I put a cuppa on. Just wanted to let you two know." He gave a small smile and shut the door. They waited until they could no longer hear his footsteps.
"Give me your phone." He demanded, holding out his hand.
Molly didn't move an inch, because she didn't even know what to think, but it seemed Sherlock did.
"I heard the keys on your phone, not exactly quiet, now is it?" He reached over her and she was breathless as he had to press his chest against her legs to reach her mobile. She didn't have time to try and snatch it until he was already typing in her old passcode.
"Interesting, you don't want me to know what is on your phone. Death threat, maybe?" Molly was trying to utter words, but her mind pulled a blank. Sherlock's head looked up and he gave her a genuine smile, "Kidding."
Then his mouth was in a line, "Don't worry, I will figure this out in less then a minute."
Molly knew she had no chance in retrieving her phone back, he could just stick his arm out and she would try to move and his hand wouldn't budge. She decided to do something childish, she screamed. Sherlock looked at her flabbergasted and she took the phone out of his hand, quickly and ran out of the bedroom. She used to scream randomly to win arguments with her brother. He would have the same reaction as Sherlock. It was just a great coincidence that it actually worked on the currently confused consulting detective. John watched as she jumped on the couch and began to change her password again and Sherlock reached over her and tried to win back her phone.
"Children, would you please settle down." John said, presenting two cups of coffee on the kitchen counter.
"If you keep this up, you will both be put in time out." He chided, with a grin.
Molly looked up at Sherlock and he had a pout on his face, "Not again." He said, grumbling.
Sherlock looked down at Molly and gave her his signature smile and she swooned internally and forgot about why she was worried in the first place.