Hello my brilliant readers, it has been a few weeks since the last chapter. Sherlock and Molly's relationship really has not changed, but Sherlock is in a mood. Fair warning and you know who he is going to let out his anger on. Sigh…
Sherlock is in bold and Molly is underlined
Hello! I just got out of work.
That is nice. SH
Umm. Is it okay if I come over for a bit?
I am not in the mood for company.
You promised that we could be together after your case is over.
Fine.
Molly should have seen the signs from his messages, but it has been a long time since they have been together. Sherlock promised and Molly was not going to let him break it. Molly was his assistant during John's recovery and he did not complain, and Molly thought he enjoyed it. She let herself into the flat and found Sherlock lying down on the couch in his blue dress gown, a grey t-shirt and pajama bottoms. His hands were in a praying position pressed to his lips. He was staring at the ceiling when Molly walked in. Sherlock needed another case. The boredom was driving him mad and Molly walking into the flat was not helping. Molly was becoming a distraction. As his assistant, his eyes would wonder to Molly. The way she was studying the body and finding the cause of death was intriguing. Sherlock should have been focusing on the crime scene, but he kept looking at Molly. It had to stop.
"Hello Sherlock," Molly said sweetly as Sherlock kept looking at the ceiling. Sherlock did not want to say hello or acknowledge her. He could not be controlled by the mousy pathologist. He was Sherlock Holmes, not someone's toy. No one could change him. Molly sat herself on the end of the couch where Sherlock's head was resting. He still did not move or even notice her moving. Molly placed her hand in his hair hoping he would calm down or get in a better mood. Sherlock grabbed Molly's hand from his hair and faced her. Molly was shocked by his reaction mainly because he always enjoyed her hands going through his hair. His eyes were full of anger as Molly wanted to back away, but she stood her ground.
"You are pathetic, Molly," Sherlock sneered as Molly's heart sank, "You are so desperate to see me and all the while I have no desire to see you."
Molly did not want to cry, but she was so hurt. The tears started to roll down her face as Sherlock's face showed a hint of regret, but then went back to cold. Sherlock always said the worst things and for a while she thought he would change. Molly felt stupid for thinking that he would change. Molly slapped Sherlock's face soundly. Sherlock rubbed his face as he was about to say something, but she slapped him again. Molly was not pathetic.
"You arse!" she yelled and ran out of the flat. Sherlock knew the first slap was coming and let Molly do it. The other slap was a surprise.
He knew what he said was a little harsh, but he did not want his feeling for Molly to change him. Sherlock texted John about the incident, leaving out the slaps, and John's reaction was justified. Sherlock stomach started to knot thinking about Molly's reaction to his harsh words. It was her fault really. Sherlock warned her about his mood, but she insisted on coming. He tried to think of something else like a case or anything, but Molly's face invaded his thoughts. Sherlock growled in anger as he knew the only thing he could do was too apologized to Molly. He did not change into his regular suit, but took off his dressing gown, got his scarf and coat and walked out of the door. He hailed a cab and told the cabbie Molly's address.
Sherlock went over the way he would apologize. One scenario would be that he would walk into her flat, give her a sound kiss and say he was sorry. He liked that one. Less talking and less dealing with her emotions. He went over other ways, but they were all wrong. The first one will work. While in the cab it started to rain. The cab arrived outside Molly's building as he paid the cabbie and buzzed Molly's apartment.
"Hello," a pathetic voice whimpered over the intercom.
"Molly let me in," Sherlock demanded as he was getting soaked to the bone.
"No."
"What?" Sherlock questioned as Molly rarely never denied him anything now that they were dating.
"I said no, Sherlock. I do not want to see you," Molly said between sniffles.
"I came to apologize," Sherlock said.
"You only apologize to get something. I am done," Molly said as Sherlock's stomach dropped. Done? Done with what?
"Molly?" he called again as she was not answering. Sherlock stopped trying as he texted John what he should do. He played off that he was not hurt by Molly to John. John suggested he should wait till tomorrow. Sherlock called a cab and thought of how life would be without Molly. He did not like it, but if he had to he could do it, but he really did not want to.
Again. I am sorry. I am sooo sorry. I have a weakness of making Sherlock a complete jerk to Molly. Well that is my only weakness. Thank you for reading.