Give His Heart a Break.
Authors Note: I have decided that my teachers must want me to finish this story as, yet again, my day has changed and I'm home early. Good thing for me; good thing for you. So, this now means there is no cliffhanger for days on end! Aren't you all lucky!
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Without further ado, chapter twelve awaits you! :)
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Chapter Twelve: Say It; Say It, Again.
Sherlock could not figure out why Molly and John had summoned him here.
He was staring at them as they sat on the couch, opposite his chair in 221B.
There was nothing physically obvious about what was to come.
Other than the fact the pair was back together and that Molly looked healthier once again.
Even so, why would they want to tell him that?
Why would they think he'd even care?
He sighed.
They weren't speaking.
They looked nervous.
It was all beginning to irritate him.
He glared his cold eyes in to their direction.
"Oh for heaven sake!" He growled in exasperation.
"Just spit it out, John!"
John looked a little timid.
How strange.
He wasn't usually this way around him.
He was the one person he knew that would quite happily give back to him.
His eyes fell on to Molly.
Yes.
She looked much better today.
She was starting to gain her beauty back.
She no longer looked thin, as if any breath could be her last.
She was looking at John, expectantly.
When nothing came from his lips, she turned her eyes on to his own.
"John and I have an announcement."
"I figured it was something along those lines, Molly."
She rolled his eyes.
Sherlock's own scanned every detail of her, taking in to his head everything about her in this moment.
That was when his eyes locked on to the necklace, dangling from her neck.
He squinted a little, not noticed by the pair on the couch.
Was that what he thought it was?
His eyes narrowed.
What had John… done?
Molly's voice snapped his attention back to her as he listened to the words, he never thought he'd hear coming from her mouth in his entire lifetime.
"John and I are engaged, Sherlock."
His entire form went cold.
Was this some kind of sick joke?
Engaged?
Did they actually know what that meant?
They were tying themselves together for however long they would live.
Anyone who did that with someone was an utter moron.
But these two?
These two he had expected better from.
He hadn't even expected them to get back together.
He thought they would just reconcile their differences and become friends like before they had started dating.
When he'd discovered they were back together.
He accepted it.
He thought they were being stubborn and so he would just let their choice run its course, so they could see what he already knew.
But to have done this.
Well, that was beyond any of his understanding.
He stared at them, his eyes narrowed visibly.
He didn't approve.
He wasn't going to act as if he did.
"I know you two aren't the brightest but you're far from being idiots. So, what the hell are you doing?" He growled at them.
Molly's mouth hung open in absolute disbelief and John sat quietly on the couch.
He hadn't expected anything else but this.
"How dare you, Sherlock." Molly whispered.
Her voice full of so many emotions that if she had spoken any louder, her voice would have cracked.
"Why can't you ever just be nice? You don't have to be to me, but John is your best friend!"
She stood up now, coming closer to him.
The light caught that godforsaken ring around her neck and his eyes locked on to it.
It was a terrible ring, if he were honest.
It looked as if John hadn't even picked it for Molly.
How pathetic.
Sherlock glared up at Molly.
He didn't know why but he found himself standing up and walking towards her.
Perhaps to intimidate?
To make her back down?
It didn't make her though; she continued stepping forward to him.
"We've had this conversation before, Molly. I'm not going to lie just to save you all the hurt. You know me and you know that's not who I am. I think you both are being ridiculous about all this. I'm not going to silently sit by at let you continue on. You at least deserve to know the truth, and you do know the truth! You're seeing but as usual, you aren't observing!" He growled at her.
"And how do you know that, Sherlock?"
"Know what?"
"How do you know John and I aren't going to work?" She glared at him.
"I've already told you!"
"Well, tell me it again! I'm sorry I'm not as smart as the wonderful Sherlock Holmes"
She spat.
He continued his glare.
"You see but don't observe!"
She rolled her eyes.
"Yes, Sherlock. You say this about all the mere mortals. Unless you can see in to the future, you know nothing!"
John stood up.
He knew there was no stopping them.
He left the room and went down the stairs to Mrs Hudson.
She'd brew him up a nice pot of tea.
Sherlock stepped closer to her.
His whole presence in the room domineering; Molly didn't back down.
"I take what I observe and add it all up, Molly. Let me tell you exactly what I see here right now. That ring around your neck is far from being your taste. It's too big; you'd prefer something much more delicate, and gentle on the eyes. The day John took you on your first date, you were ill from it. He didn't even check with you to see if you liked curry. He did what he thought would please you and clearly showed he doesn't know you. That headband on your head is an obvious present from the man in question and by the way you keep scratching your head, I'm going to say you don't like it. When you would come home from John's on Sundays there was always something off about. It took me awhile to figure it out but it was clear you were unsatisfied – physically and emotionally. My apologies for thinking that if you added all them up it meant that they were someone you shouldn't consider being with, especially not for what is a lifetime commitment!"
Molly's anger subsided for a moment.
She stared at him in amazement.
It really was quite something how he could do that.
She narrowed her eyes on him again; letting her anger bubble inside again.
It may have been amazing but it was rude, and it upset her.
They were supposed to be friends and yet he couldn't even accept the choices she made.
She wanted this.
She was happy.
Wasn't that good enough, right now?
She had been upset for so long.
Why was he trying to spoil it?
She took a step towards him, they were so close now.
"What is your problem! Why can't you ever say something nice! Why do you always have to be so hurtful with every goddamn word that slips from your mouth! Why can't you just be happy that at the moment I'm happy? That Johns happy! Why do you always want to ruin everything! Don't try and tell me it's to show off how smart you are, and how inferior we are compared to you! Because it's not! It's just not!" She screamed at him.
Sherlock paused.
She was… right.
Why was she right?
How could she be right?
Why did he always do this?
Why was this always his reaction?
He didn't want to show off his intelligence.
He didn't want to make anyone feel inferior.
So why did he always do this?
Why did he always do this to Molly?
Why did he always do this to Molly when it was about John?
He didn't understand.
Yes.
He'd admitted his feelings to himself now.
But, he was ignoring them.
It couldn't be that.
He frowned.
What had set him off?
He was fine when he'd discovered they were back together.
What was so different about now?
…
He knew.
…
He knew exactly what was different this time.
Before, he believed they'd just grow apart.
Realise that a break up between them was inevitable.
But now, now they were getting married.
That was a true commitment that he knew both John and Molly valued.
That meant they didn't plan on breaking up.
That meant they thought they were going to last.
He didn't like that.
Why didn't he like that?
It couldn't be because of his feelings.
It just couldn't be.
But what if it was?
"I just can't take it, Sherlock! I'm fed up of this! I don't know how much more of this I can take!" Molly cried.
Sherlock frowned.
"I just don't understand, Sherlock! Can you ever just stop being cruel!"
"Stop being cruel, Molly? You think this is cruel, Molly? You know what's cruel? Watching you with John! It's so irritating watching you two! You're prolonging something that's inevitable! I can't stand watching it! I hate watching it because you're going to get hurt! I can't watch you get hurt! I love you, Molly!"
Molly had never seen Sherlock this way before.
It was not him.
He was so… shaken up.
What was this?
What had he just said?
It wasn't him!
She just didn't understand.
"What did you say?"
Sherlock stared at her straight on.
"You heard me, Molly."
"Say it again.
"Say what again?"
"You know what."
"I love you."
Authors Note: Ok, I'm not sure about this chapter at all. I feel like Sherlock is out of character. I got a bit distracted towards the end. So, if he is, please let me know and I'll be able to rewrite it. Anyways, please review! I'd really like to know everything you think right now.
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