Author's note : Tadaaaam the next chapter ! Again solo sorry for the disturbing "deleting-putting" chapters today, I really had to... It makes a bit more Sherlolly :3
Hope you'll like it :)) Please feel free to review !
Molly went to her locker, happy to finish a day, but also bored in advance to find back her everyday life with Tom. It was a day like another, and she was tired of everything. She was worried also. John Watson only showed up at the cemetery, and Molly avoided this part of the town, especially because she felt so guilty toward John. She had not imagined how much impact Sherlock's (fake) death had had on him. She sighed, opening her locker, and gasped abruptly when she was a reflexion in her little mirror. HIS reflexion. Her heart almost stopped when their stares crossed. She made about-turn and when realizing it was him, in flesh and bones, she authorized herself a shy but genuine smile, as he did.
« - Molly Hooper, he said with a certain emotion in his voice, I'm happy to see you're fine. »
Molly smiled happily, looking at her feet, too shy to show her real emotions.
« - I'm happy you're fine too, she said, raising her stare to lose herself in his. You're finally back, are you ?
- I am, smiled slightly Sherlock, touched by the concern of the young lady.
- Did you…, began Molly, did you see John ? »
Sherlock frowned briefly and sighed with a bitter smile. Molly giggled a bit under the shocked eyes of the detective.
« - There's only you who would think after aaaaall these years, she said nodding, he would welcome you with opened arms…
- Apparently you're right, he smiled gently. Well, we'll see how the others reacts !
- You take it as a game, said Molly with reproach. Playing with people's feelings… You don't apparently realize the harm you did them… Anderson had gone practically mad !
- You know I had to do it, Molly, he said in a deep voice. They would have been killed if I hadn't… And now the menace has vanished…
- Thanks to you, yes ! » she grinned gently.
Sherlock had the beginning of a laugh and approached Molly closer. His stare was so deep, so blue, so…she was lost in it…she had missed it so much. Her heart was racing faster than ever.
« - I have to inform the rest of my friends I'm alive… and also the public, now I'm rehabilitated.
- Yes…, she muttered, be careful. We never know what could be the reactions of a careful landlady and a DI ! » she laughed.
But her laugh stopped when she felt Sherlock's soft lips pressing her cheek, his hand slightly caressing her neck.
« - Thank you for everything, Molly Hooper. » he whispered at her ear.
Molly couldn't help but shiver a bit, under the caresses of the detective. He smiled at her, turner his heels, raised his collar, adjusted his scarf and went out of the building. Molly stayed there without moving, almost breathing, caressing the cheek where she had been kissed, while Sherlock walked in the street, almost proud of his little effect, testing if she was still under his charm. « Seems yes » he thought. But he didn't know why he was happy about this.
Molly stayed frozen for like five minutes before a thought passed trough her head. « I need to find Tob…Tom ! » Why did she thought about her cat before her fiancé ? On the road to her house, she saw she had a pink shade on her cheeks…nothing about cold or make up, but maybe…certainly… Well no. She had to concentrate. She had moved on, she was engaged to a perfect gentleman, charming and loving. She smiled at the idea, looking at her engagement ring. Even if Sherlock tried to charm her, to have an impact on her, she won't react. But the blush on her cheek was the evidence of this massive lie she was telling herself.
One home, she discreetly put of the « dream » note from the kitchen and put it in her purse. She went to Tom and kissed him passionately, her mind couldn't help compare to Sherlock's kiss. After what seemed minutes, they parted, panting.
« - Wow, Tom said, in which honor is this ? »
Molly blushed slightly and stuttered :
« - He…is…he is, back ! I mean, he isn't dead, he's fine !
- Oh my ! Molly what a new ! I thought he killed himself on a roof and that's why you…
- Errr…, hesitated Molly, maybe I should tell you the truth about that. »
Molly and Tom sat on the sofa, and while they were taking each other's hands, Molly told him the whole story…avoiding some personal parts she wanted to remain Sherlock and her's little secret.