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Molly found her bearings when she gained consciousness.

Slipping away from the man who had formed around her, and held on as if she were his teddy. Molly found her escape and took it. Slowly unwinding and setting herself free from the warmth she had come to enjoy in the brief proximity. How many moments were they to have where one wasn't manipulated into the situation?

At the edge of the bed she sits; thinking and mulling over what could happen now. If anything, Sherlock is to regain his health. That was the first on her priority list; she had made it severely clear to her manager. It wasn't a lie that she missed her co-workers and job. At least there, she could socialize a little. In reality, it's the stunt that Sherlock had pulled on her earlier that has gotten her still on pins and needles. Stunts like those are what confuse her to no extent. Always in disbelief of what happens between them. Never sexual but always exciting.

"I've always noticed you." Sherlock's voice reaches her from out of the darkness, and Molly jumps though her reply is mere silence. "Always."

"Sherlock," Molly grips the bed sheets and bites her tongue. "Do you love me?" it's uncharacteristic coming from Molly. Because the girl Sherlock has known would never be so frank. So open about her feelings and thoughts.

In a sort of haze, Sherlock has to contemplate his next move. He was being too decisive. Treating her as if she were a case. This action would more than likely be a hindrance to the man.

He hesitates and finally says, "I... I love you." It's the hesitation that sparks doubt within his wife.

The reaction he gets is something he never expected. Molly leans over to her husband and kisses his forehead as if he were nothing more than her son. From what he hears lingering in her voice he knows that she doesn't believe him.

"Someday the words will have a meaning." Molly plays with his curls and strokes his cheek. "Someday, I hope."

"Molly," Sherlock whispers. "Do you love me?"

Molly has gotten stronger and has gained more confidence over the months. Before, the words would have made her cry out and break down. Before, the words would have had her at his feet vulnerable and red-faced. Now, she feels nothing but honesty for her husband. Because for Molly, that's all she expects to be the best of the situation between them. Her bit of honesty mixed with whatever he was willing to give her save the notion of love and what it asked of him.

"I have always loved you." Molly wanted to say proudly, but her voice is hushed, and fleeting as the words come out. "Always. You just never cared."

It's the words that make the detective grimace and bathe in the juices of guilt and shame. He believes every word she has said to him. Just... she doesn't believe any of the words he had said to her.

"Molly," in the dark her husband tries to find her hands and grip them as gently as he can. "I'm being sincere about every—" but he's lost her. Molly rises from the bed and dismisses everything as being a drug induced boldness that wasn't like Sherlock. Tells him to rest and that she'll check up on him later and the door closes.

Alone in the dark is the only time that Sherlock feels naked and suffocated.

He's alone with himself.

He's cold without her.

Without Molly.

Sherlock realizes how much he needs her.

Sherlock faces the sad consequences with his little game. Spurn a woman one too many times and she can't ever believe you wholeheartedly.

Please feel free to leave any comments, constructive criticism, or anything else :)

P.S. The name change isn't anything to be concerned about :) Merely, no one understood what my previous name meant and it confused those who did.