Hello my amazing readers! This has no texts what so ever, it is all narrative! OH NO! Not really, this one might make you a little mad. It put John in a tizzy! Anyways enjoy!

Molly was apprehensive. Sherlock texted her that he had to talk to her about their relationship. She paced up and down her flat nervous about what he would say. The scenario that kept repeating itself in her head was horrifying. Sherlock would billow in looking as gorgeous as ever. He would look at her in a way that is to say he was in love with her, but instead he would say he can no longer keep up the charade. He was far too busy with his work and they could only be casual friends. Then he would leave without another word and in Molly's head, the world would explode. It was distinct possible it would happen. Not the world exploding though, but everything else. A soft knock brought Molly back to the present as she felt like throwing up. She breathed deeply as she walked to the door. She peered through the peephole to see Sherlock standing in front of the door with his hands behind his back. He looked as if he had something important to say. She opened the door and greeted Sherlock in. He brushed past her and was standing in the middle of the living room.

"That dress complements your skin tone," smiled Sherlock as Molly closed the door and walked into the room.

"Thank you," she blushed as she felt the compliment was genuine, but strange to hear from Sherlock.

"I guess I should just say it. No holding back I suppose," Sherlock speed through the sentence as Molly's knees locked. "I have been entertaining the possibility of seeing you on a more regular basis."

It was simple. He wanted to see her more on a regular basis. Molly started to feel weak and she started to regret her knees being locked. She felt weaker as darkness started to envelope her vision.

She woke up to see Sherlock looking down at her.

"Ah good! You are awake. You do not have a concussion, but you fell down quite hard," explained Sherlock as he helped Molly up off the ground.

"Did I really faint?" she asked as Sherlock smiled and looked at his phone sending a quick text.

"Yes. I will not tell anyone, except I told John," he said as they sit on the coach together. Molly starts to turn red and feel really stupid. She had never fainted, but when the man she has had a crush on since they first met told her that their relationship will be moving forward, she had to faint. It was her luck. Sherlock looks at her in caring way that made Molly blush more.

"Please do not tell anyone and why does John know?" she asks.

"I was worried about a concussion, so I texted John to see what he thought about your condition," he states very matter of fact as if he was not really worried about Molly, but he really was.

"I see. So you want to see me more?" Molly questioned as Sherlock shifted in his seat and sent another text.

"Yes. I thought I made that quite clear."

"That was clear, but are you saying that you want to date?" Sherlock shifted in his seat again as he looked unsure. Molly had never seen Sherlock look unsure about anything. It was so strange and Molly started to feel unsure.

"That is a possibility," he said slowly as it was not a good enough answer for Molly.

"A possibility is not sufficient answer. It is either you want to date me or not," Molly commanded as the ultimatum hung in the air. Sherlock sent another text as Molly frowned. She knows that he is texting John. He would be the only one that could help Sherlock out of this sticky wicket. Sherlock begin to stare at Molly. Molly would be weak if she was not so mad at him. He really did not understand relationships. He continued to stare as if to buy time. Molly had enough of his games as she rose from the couch and is about to leave the room, but she felt his hand grab her wrist. She was startled as she turns around and is face to face with Sherlock. Without a hint or notice of it coming, Sherlock leaned in and kissed her. All Molly felt was shock as the kiss was over in a flash and just like the kiss, Sherlock was gone. Molly stood in her living room in shock and unable to move. Sherlock Holmes just kissed her and left. He left. Anger starts to boil inside her. He kissed her so that he could leave. He panicked.

Yeah I am sorry, I am so sorry. Don't hurt me. I will try to post the next chapter soon. Thanks for reading.