Year 12
"Sherlock where have you been?" Molly demanded, "I haven't seen you in days, weeks even," Her voice started to crack. She hated this. Sherlock had changed so much since they had started collage, he was thinner than ever, even less responsive, and rarely seen. Sherlock shrugged. Molly felt tears start to stream down her face, Sherlock stared at her expressionless.
"I can't, I can't do it anymore" She told him and promptly turned on her heels and ran to stop Sherlock from seeing her cry.
Molly was curled up in her quilt watching a Friend's marathon when her phone beeped. Ignoring it she curled further up around her pillow. She laughed weakly trying to stop the tears from streaming back down her face. She was somewhat glad her parents were out on some kind of weekend thing, they would only ask what was wrong and Molly wasn't in the mood to talk about it. She buried her face into the fluffy pillow as her phone continued to beep.
"Urrghhh WHAT?" Molly yelled at her phone, she was NOT in the mood.
Its Sherlock, There's a black car outside get in
MH
Molly get in the car
MH
Molly I will send people in after you
MH
Molly peered out of the window to see a worried Mycroft climbing aggressively out of the car. She signalled at him to get back in and grabbed her phone and then her coat off a nearby peg.
"What does he want?" She asked through an open window.
"Please Molly just get in the car," A please, Molly thought this must be serious. Slowly she got into the car and it quickly drove off.
"Where are we going?" Molly asked in a small voice. She was scared, she had never seen Mycroft this upset before. The man, usually so in control of his emotions, was literally steaming.
"I found out where my dear brother has been all this time," Mycroft told her flatly.
"Where?" Molly asked, she was confused.
"91 Lake Street" Mycroft told her. Molly didn't know it until she saw it, the local drug house.
"He'll be upstairs" Mycroft told her
"I… wait what?" Molly was speechless "I have to go…"
"In there" Mycroft told her simply.
"Why can't, you? Or one of your minions or, or…" Molly was desperate, she couldn't go in there, she just couldn't, she wasn't mentally strong enough to get Sherlock to leave. He didn't trust her enough. Mycroft was his brother surely they would be more chance of him being able to get Sherlock to move.
"It would look suspicious, cause Sherlock to run, a girlfriend looking for her boyfriend is common place in 91 Lake Street, and Sherlock trusts you, he would trust you with his life," Mycroft told her. Molly nodded and awkwardly made her way out of the car and toward the run down building.
"Sherlock?" She called a worried edge in her voice. There were passed out sloppily dressed people everywhere "Sherlock?" She called out desperately making her way up the creaking stairs. "Oh my god" She whispered when she saw him. Curled up in a tight ball, a loose black hoodie acting as his only cover. Molly ran over to him and shook him violently. What if they were too late?
"Molleh" Sherlock asked groggily.
"It's me Sherlock, It's Molly" Molly reassured him. "Your brothers outside he… he…" Molly couldn't finish before she broke into tears. Sherlock pulled her into a strong hug as she continued to cry.
"Molly, it's OK, I'm OK" He told her, still groggy. He held her face in-between his long willowy fingers and looked her in the eye. "I'm going to clean up, for you I promise." He told her and pulled her face towards hers and kissing her softly.
Molly felt like she was flying. This was it, she had finally kissed Sherlock Holmes. Her head spun as she led him to the car. Sherlock Holmes passed out in the car journey to the hospital, when he awoke he remembered nothing of his promise or his kiss Molly was broke.