Give His Heart a Break.
Authors Note: I feel so loved right now, guys. Jesus… your reviews… wow. Without use I would not have the amount of inspiration I do to write this story. You all are amazing. I actually love use. I hope you don't mind, but I'm thinking of proposing to each and every one of you. No? Good. ;)
Anyways, luckily, I don't have to do what I was going to today and so I can write this chapter and get it out to you all. It's going to be quite a sad one, I think. Also, I hadn't realised it but the last chapter actually changes my plan quite a lot. What happened with John was technically meant to be chapter eight but it worked perfectly in the last one.
Disclaimer: I didn't own it at the start of Chapter one, I highly doubt that has changed since then.
Chapter Eight: Switch It.
John Watson stared at what was in front of him.
He couldn't quite comprehend it.
It couldn't be true; it was impossible.
He had watched the man in front of him fall from a roof.
He had seen the man in front of him lying, cold, and dead on the pavement below that roof.
But yet, here he was.
Here he was alive.
His skin was still the colour of alabaster and if he hadn't been able to see him moving in front of him, he would have easily believed he was still dead.
His eyes then trailed over to Molly, Molly Hooper his girlfriend.
They stayed there for a few moments before going back to the man (he couldn't quite say his name yet).
He did a double take.
It was truly him.
His eyebrows knotted together.
The scene before him was a funny one.
The scene before him was one he never thought he would see in his life time.
The scene before him looked almost like a… date.
That was truly not possible.
The man before him was meant to be dead for starters.
The woman in front of him was meant to be his girlfriend.
The pair together… well, they would never be caught in a situation like this.
Anyone who knew them would have vouched for that.
But, the proof was right in front of him.
The flickering of candles in the corner of his eye; the wine bottle and glasses; the table that had clearly been used for what appeared to be dinner.
It all pointed in one direction: Sherlock Holmes and Molly Hooper were on a date.
All at once it began to bubble inside of him, like a drink that had been shaken and was just waiting to explode on the first person that touched it.
"J-John…" Molly's soft voice was his undoing.
"You bloody bastard!" He hissed.
His gaze was on Sherlock.
He thought he saw him flinch.
He hoped he had.
He deserved it.
He stepped forwards, towards Sherlock, ignoring Molly altogether.
She was next.
"What the fuck have you done, Sherlock!"
John's eyes were ablaze.
"Saved your life."
John's eyes narrowed on to his best friend.
Some best friend he was alright.
Molly and Sherlock were no longer sitting inches apart; Sherlock was on one side of the couch and Molly on the other.
John just couldn't take any of this in.
He was, quite frankly, baffled by the entire situation before him.
"For those of us who aren't the Great Sherlock Holmes, could you explain that a little further?"
John nearly punched the man in front of him when he watched him roll his eyes.
"Moriarty had three hit men on you, Mrs Hudson and Lestrade if I did not commit suicide. Well, I had already figured out he would do something like that and so I formed a plan on how I could do it and yet still live. Molly has been letting me hide out here since it happened."
John stared at him.
He didn't move.
He didn't speak.
He felt his eye twitch, a little.
But still, he didn't speak.
So, Sherlock Holmes had been alive all these months and he hadn't even given him the consideration of… oh… perhaps, a phone call?
He'd let him suffer.
He'd let him think he was dead.
He'd let him think he was alone.
No!
He'd actually left him to be alone!
He'd left him to suffer for months.
John had nearly lost control; he'd nearly taken to drinking to numb the pain of Sherlock being gone.
He'd only just managed to hold on and that was only because of Molly.
His eyes narrowed further than they already were.
Molly had known.
Molly had known for all these months!
Molly had watched him and comforted him!
She hadn't even hinted to him the one thing she knew would have put him out of his misery.
He looked towards her.
She looked like a little mouse who knew there was no escape from the trap she'd got herself in.
"You!" He growled.
Molly squirmed and looked down at her hands.
"You knew, Molly!"
"You knew and you just watched me pour my heart out to you! Him, I can understand! He's a heartless bastard! But you aren't, Molly. You're sweet, kind, honest and caring… or so I thought. You're obviously so much more than that. You're a deceiving… a deceiving BITCH!"
Tears had begun to roll down Molly's cheeks.
She wasn't looking up but John and Sherlock could tell.
Anyone who saw the current scene would have been able to tell.
"Hold up, John." Sherlock growled.
John's eyes snapped to his – the fire still hadn't died.
"This isn't Molly's fault."
Sherlock stood up and walked to his best friend.
"She did what I asked of her. I wasn't sure if Moriarty was still out there. I wasn't sure if it was safe for everyone to know I was alive. I'm still not sure it is. There's a chance you could be in danger right now. If you're going to blame anyone for this… blame me, leave Molly out of it. She was only doing this to protect you."
John stared, once again, at Sherlock.
His eyes had suddenly turned cold.
John and Sherlock had seemed to have changed sides.
Sherlock's own eyes were full of emotion; John's shared nothing with the man in front of him.
John understood.
He knew deep down he understood.
But he was angry.
He was hurt.
And he wasn't about to just let this all go.
In a flash, before Sherlock could even realise what was going on, John's eyes were burning bright with that ember again and his fist was colliding with Sherlock's jaw.
"Even so, I just walked in to this room to find you and my girlfriend in what looked like an almost kiss! What the fuck is that, Sherlock! You've never liked Molly! You always thought she was so dull!" John spat.
Molly gasped; she was staring up at the two now.
Sherlock was flexing his jaw, trying to ease the throbbing pain in it.
His eyes darkened as he caught John's gaze with his own.
"I just don't understand! She's my girlfriend, Sherlock! What are you trying to gain from this! I don't believe for one second, you actually like her! There's a reason for this!"
John's eyes then turned on to Molly.
He glared at her.
She shrunk back, timidly.
"I thought better of you, Molly. I never once thought you would hurt me. I never once thought you'd hurt anyone. I sure as hell never thought you'd be a woman who would cheat."
Molly tried to speak.
John held up his hand.
"I don't want to even hear it, Molly. I always knew you had a thing for Sherlock. I never once thought it would get in the way of our relationship."
John laughed bitterly to himself.
"But then again, I hadn't even known he was alive."
He shook his head.
His anger was simmering.
He looked away from both of them, his jaw jutting out in his disbelief.
"This is a lot to process. My so-called best friend is alive and my so-called girlfriend is a cheat."
He turned to look at Molly; his eyes showing nothing but sadness.
"I realised a long time ago, Molly, that he is your kryptonite and I thought one day I'd be able to rectify that. But before that happened, I honestly never believed I would be faced with a situation like this."
He looked down for a few moments, gathering his thoughts.
He then looked back up to them both.
His eyes moved, locking on Sherlock alone.
He stared at him for a few moments before speaking.
"Right now, I can't face you. I don't care if you were doing this to protect me and the others… you let me believe you were dead, Sherlock. It was pure hell and now that I know it could have been avoided pisses me off. I don't want to see you and I don't want to talk to you. Don't try to get in touch with me after I leave this flat tonight."
Sherlock didn't speak.
He gave John a curt nod.
He hadn't expected it any other way.
John's eyes then rolled over to Molly.
Molly looked up in to them and felt her head spin at what she saw there: anger, sadness, disbelief and worst of all… disappointment.
"I don't want to see you ever again, Molly Hooper. You are far from the person I believed you were."
Another bitter laugh slipped from his mouth.
"I hate you, Molly. That's all I can describe it as."
Molly's eyes began leaking further, her shoulders shaking in silent sobs.
"It's completely over, Molly. Goodbye."
He left the room without another word to either of them.
The last thing he heard before shutting the flats door was a heart wrenching sob coming from Molly.
It almost made him feel bad.
But, it didn't.
Authors Note: BANG! DONE! A whole hour before I originally planned it to be done. It's shorter than the previous chapter but I think it conveys everything I wanted it to do. So, I like it. I know John seems a little bit off but it's allowed. He's upset and confused. His whole world has just been turned upside down when he was finally getting back on track. If anyone's thinking John was harsh with Molly when it should have been Sherlock who received that reaction, I'll let you know why. Molly has become John's rock. He thought the world of her and she turned out to be a fraud that could have saved him all the hurt he has faced. He is so angry and hurt with her. He's in love with her and he just can't believe she would do that with him. Sherlock he understands more… its Sherlock after all. He knows what he's like.
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