Chapter Five: I'm Not Yours
A/N: This chapter is all thanks to the lovely Michelle/Jynx for typing this all out for me. THANKS MICH!
"Oh my god," Molly whispered. It couldn't be…
"It really is me," Sherlock said.
Molly flew in to his arms.
"Sherlock, I was so scared… I knew you weren't dead, yet when I saw your dead body… I've been in torment," she started to cry.
"Forgive me," he said. "It was necessary, for all of you. It wasn't my fault."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"D'you think you can handle this? All the pressure of secrecy. I didn't want to pressure you with this.
Molly felt a burning rush of anger fill her.
"So you mean you couldn't trust me," she choked out.
"No….. It's just that it was too much," Sherlock said, not noticing any change in her.
"Well then, who did you trust in enough to burden him or her with this huge secret?"
Molly asked sarcastically.
"Irene Adler. She smuggled me out of England and let me live with her in Italy," Sherlock replied, bewildered. Molly was never this… odd.
"So you trusted her, and not me." Molly said quietly, but with a tinge of danger in her voice that scared even Sherlock.
"No. I just wanted to protect you, Molly. You know that I… I do love you."
"Enough lies Sherlock. You've lied to the whole world successfully. Don't lie to me."
"Why won't you believe me? Didn't Mycroft already explain everything to you?"
"Your brother never did anything of the sort. Never. I've been in depression for 5 months, and you never said a word. Never even sent a message. Now I find out you've been living in Italy with…. With that fox, Irene Adler."
"Molly, I can-"
"You can explain? Don't bother. I hate you, Sherlock Holmes. For leaving me alone. For cheating on me. For breaking my trust. You can have the ring back." Molly said violently, tearing the chain off her neck and putting it into his hand.
"I see," Sherlock whispered. He stared at the ring.
"You should go," Molly said.
"I wish you happiness with your… future husband." Sherlock said bitterly.
"Thank you."
Sherlock bent down and kissed her. Then he grasped a vine, and slid down from there.
"I'm not yours." She whispered.
Molly saw him walk through the moonlit garden quickly. Another man joined him, John, She supposed, from his gold hair. She felt a sudden pang of regret. She wanted to run after him, beg him to come back and scream she was sorry…
But she couldn't.
"All right darling?" Chris asked, coming out of the room.
Molly forced a smile.
"I'm fine. Just needed a breath of fresh air. That's all," Molly faked.
"Well, come on back in, my princess. The masquerade is ending, and it's nearly time for everyone to unmask themselves," Chris said, gallantly doffing his cape.
Molly thought of the irony of it all. Having a masked ball that hid everything, when Sherlock was just unmasking his death. Disguising everything when the master of disguises had just pulled off the most brilliant disguise ever seen.
"Alright, I'm coming," she said, "A few moments, please, Chris. I'm feeling quite faint."
Chris nodded, and left.
Molly's eyes skimmed over the grounds, looking for her Sherlock.
But he was gone.
How strange it was that something she found so easy to tear off and give back suddenly seemed so precious.
Without it she felt so unprotected, without it's familiar weight.
But it was too late.
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