Author's note : Hello everyone :3 Hope your day will be great ! Here is the new chapter ! I post it tonight (here it's 10pm) because I won't be able to write tomorrow. Tomorrow you'll have normally the new chapter of "Back from the dead", but can't promise anything.
My love to everyone, thank you for reading, and have a great time ^^
« - Tell me one more time, Molly ! shouted Tom taking his coat. Tell me how I could have been so blind and stupid ?! »
Molly was trying to stop him from taking his coat, out of breathe, cheeks and eyes reds of tears.
« - Please Tom don't ! » she begged.
« - Don't what ?! he told her. It's already done ! All my stuff is already packed in my new apartment that I took in front of you ! I didn't fool you as you fooled me, Molly ! »
« - Wh…What do you mean…? asked weakly Molly.
« - Come on ! That little note from Sherlock Holmes in the kitchen suddenly coming in your purse, your affection toward me growing as he is there, and when you knew he was alive you could have raped me ! Molly, I'm not him ! You chose me because I look like him, but I'm not him, don't mix everything. »
« - Tom ! she said desperately. It's not what you think ! »
Tom finally succeeded putting his coat on, and turned to Molly, crying out loud as she has never done before.
« - I think you're in love with Sherlock Holmes, he said looking straight in her eyes. I mean still in love with Sherlock Holmes. Look at me in the eyes and tell me you're not. »
Molly barely held on her feet, and she did as asked, tears falling down her red cheeks.
« - Tom I…, she began. I… »
« - You see ? he said angrily. You can't lie when it comes to Holmes. »
Molly stepped back and looked at Tom taking his scarf, nodding it around his neck and as he opened the door for the last time, Molly stopped him.
« - Wait Tom ! she said. I…I am sorry. »
« - There's no being sorry Molly, he replied. You just have to be honest with yourself and the others. »
Molly looked at him while she was rubbing her hands full of tears and her fingers touched her ring. She jumped at this contact. It was the symbol of all of the lies she had told her all this time. She quickly took Tom's arm and told him in a shaking voice :
« - You're forgetting something… »
Tom turned to Molly and took the ring while observing it.
« - You know, he said softly, you can keep it… »
« - No…, Molly said. If I do, I will never move on. »
« - But are you really able to move on, Molly ? » asked Tom.
Molly saw red and slammed the door in his face in anger. That was the end of her story with Tom, but she will take over it. She was a strong woman. She was her father's daughter.
After about two weeks, Molly was on a case from the DI Lestrade - known also as Greg. She had blood analysis to do so she went to the appropriate laboratory. She prepared all the samples and began to concentrate on her experiments.
« - Doctor Hooper ? » said a voice rushing in the room quite silent as everyone was concentrated on their work. I'm searching for Doctor Hooper ? »
« - Yes ? asked Molly, interrupting her analysis. What is it ? »
« - You're needed at the drugs detection pole. « said the young man.
« - Go and search for Doctor Posty, he's the one who takes care of drugs tests for today. » she answered back to her work.
« - A certain ex-army Doctor Watson asked for you personally and… » said the young man.
But Molly raised a hand in the air to make him shut up. Doctor Watson meant Sherlock Holmes. Sherlock Holmes and drug detection meant he did THAT again. Molly let abruptly down her experiments, and rushed out the laboratory of blood analysis to run to the drug detection department. When she pushed the entrance door of the urine analysis, she found Mary Watson healing an unknown young man - junkie would have been a better word - John Watson expectantly looking at her, another young man on a chair who seemed higher than the Everest and…Sherlock, sat on a table, the eyes wandering in all the corners, wearing a too large training suit, and apparently very dirty. There were three junkies in that room, and of course…
« - Obviously, began Molly ready to have a nervous laugh, they came for you, Sherlock. »
« - We found him in a bloody drug den… » explained John.
« - Oh no need to tell me the story, cut Molly abruptly. Just by seeing him I know were he is from….and that he is high… »
« - Coooome on', mumbled Sherlock looking straight at Molly, it was for… »
« - Just shut up and go pee in this jar. » Molly said strictly.
Sherlock shook his hand, trying to catch the jar, and finally did it. Then he executed Molly's order, and came back. Molly began the tests on Sherlock's urine. She did the tests. ALL the tests. And they were all 98% positives. She whispered angrily and put off her plastic gloves in a harsh way.
« - Well ? asked casually John. Is he clean ? »
Molly turned to him as if he had told the most unbelievable thing in the whole world.
« - Clean ? » she repeated in a low tone.
She breathed in deeply, then she took some steps to Sherlock, facing at him. And then, she slapped him hard on the cheek. Everybody stopped breathing and looked at her, jaws dropped. She did it twice, she did it third.
« - How dare you through away the beautiful gifts you were born with ?! » she told him, anger slightly retained.
She gave a look at John and pointed at him.
« - And how dare you betray the love of your friends ?! she shouted. Say you're sorry ! »
« - Sorry your engagement is over, he said rubbing his red cheeks, but I'm fairly grateful of the lack of your ring. »
« - Stop it ! said Molly with all of her strength. Just stop it. »
John began to make the lesson to Sherlock, who avoided the reprimands playing his little deduction game about John biking. Molly was lost, she tried to remain stable as everything torn apart. Suddenly one of the junkie young men began to make deductions about John who was the target of all the observations. Molly tried to follow, but she was way too upset by Sherlock's recent behavior.
« - Finally ! » muttered between his teeth Sherlock while looking at his phone.
« - Finally what ? » asked Molly.
« - Good news ? » said the junkie named Bill Wiggins.
« - Oh excellent news, whispered Sherlock, the best ! There's a bit of chance that my drug habit makes the newspapers, the game is on ! Excuse-me ! For a second ! »
And then he exited by the other door of the room, phone in the hand. John looked at the door, amazed.
« - How did you…know…it was for him we… » he finally told Molly.
« - That's easy to guess…, she responded in anger. At a time you didn't know him yet he was sneaking in my lab to search for drugs and get high. And I found him wandering in the mortuary till the morning… »
She stared at their shocked looks, and ran after Sherlock through the other exit door. She found him phoning in the corridor. She ran to him and hang up the phone.
« - What the Hell are you doing ?! » he shouted with anger.
Molly knew he was high and was probably able to do anything but she knew by experience that he would not harm her.
« - No, what the hell are YOU doing ?! she shouted back. Are you completely insane ?! I knew you were preparing something big, but going into this AGAIN ?! I thought you trusted me Sherlock…Was this all a lie ? »
« - No no, obviously not ! he answered. Now gimme back the phone please ! »
But Molly kept the phone.
« - So tell me…what could possibly justify this ? she said. A case ? Taking down your own health for a simple case ?! Isn't it Sherlock ?! »
« - That's a particular case, Molly ! Sherlock said, trying to take the phone. I needed this to get into this case, you can't understand ! »
« - Probably not, no…., she said with strength. But today you hurt the love of your friends and my love for you ! And I will never forgive you ! »
Sherlock frowned and took a step back.
« - What's the point of this ? he shouted. You know I can love, Molly ! »
« - Oh come on Sherlock, there's a thousand ways to love ! she shouted back. And I'm sure there is one you're able to do. Take John and Mary for example ! This IS actually called love Sherlock. And I love you. »
She trough his the phone and turned her heels, walking straight to her laboratory to drown herself into work.
Sherlock raised his eyebrows. Was he so high that he was hearing what he truly desired ? No wait. The phone call. Charles Augustus Magnussen. He composed the number and waited. A voice came from the phone and Sherlock said :
« - Yes, himself. Meet me at baker street today. »
And then he hung up. He smiled and turned his heels to come back to the examination room, where Mary and the others was waiting for him.
Molly came back to the lab, really angry. She could see trough Sherlock as an open book but it was the same for him. And to think that Tom left her because she was….in love, yes there were no other word to say it, with, as he said a « junkie sociopath who so solves crimes as an alternative to get high »… But there was something else. He was planing something big, and as usual she wasn't told anything. But if it was Sherlock's will to not involve her, that was because he had his reasons. He thought that maybe after all she had done for him, she didn't want to help him again, or was it simply to protect her ?