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I know I said I would do these 2 at a time, but this one just had to be by itself. It is actually one of my favorites that I wrote, although some people might think it is a bit out of character. But anyways...

Chapter 5

John. John. He needed to see John. Sherlock thought as he got in the cab. "221B Baker Street" he told the cabbie, "Quickly."

This couldn't be real. Molly had never even hinted that she and the policeman (Thomas? Was that his name?) were actually serious enough to even consider something like marriage. How had he missed something so important?

Then again, Molly didn't really spend a lot of time talking about herself in any of their conversations of late. Come to think of it, She had never really spent much time talking about herself. She was his pathologist, but what was she beyond all that?

Sherlock had his deductions. He knew how to read her feelings by the shade of lipstick she wore, what each facial expression meant, and exactly what to say in order to manipulate her into giving him exactly what he wanted. But did he really know her? After so many years, Sherlock found he wasn't sure.

Why did he care so much about this? She was his friend yes, but so was Lestrade, and he hadn't given a damn about his marriage. Possibly because it was doomed to fail yet again, Sherlock reasoned. His wife was hopelessly unfaithful. So why was Molly's engagement causing him so much distress?

It had to be the groom. that was what didn't make sense. Hadn't Molly been in love with HIM all these years? So why was she now about to marry someone that was his complete opposite? In Sherlock's mind, it didn't add up.

Thomas was kind and quiet, but there was no excitement behind anything he did. He quickly gathered up all the information he had of the man, allowing his thoughts to run a hundred miles an hour trying to figure him out.

Late thirties. Married once before, wife died in automobile accident about 5 years ago. Police at New Scotland yard. Rarely went outside other than for work. Left handed, but shoots and plays golf with his right. Short temper, forgives easily. Had been in love with Molly for 2 years, but had only worked up the nerve to ask her out about a year ago. An old bicycle injury meant that his knees would have to be replaced within 10 years. Former alcoholic, after death of wife. Sober 18 months. Cellist, but not a very good one.

All in all, the red flags were few and far between. Meeting Molly had made the alcoholism stop, sending him straight to rehab a week after their first conversation. He was a man who had not laughed in years before now, and the recent lines on his face indicated that she had changed that.

The pathologist worked wonders, Sherlock thought as the taxi came to a halt. She attracted the broken and fixed them in ways that they had never thought possible. And hadn't she done that for him as well? Walking in covered in blood, she had never said anything. She had just fixed him when he had been broken, in more ways than one.

Sherlock ran up the stairs, still lost in unfamiliar thoughts, and burst through the door of 221B Baker Street. "John, I need your help." He strode over to his flatmate, who had a look of absolute shock on his face. What was that... Oh. "No, I am not dead. Hard to explain, but it was necessary to save your life. And Lestrade's, and Mrs. Hudson's. We can talk about that later. Now please. I need your help, John."

He was instantly floored as John's fist flattened against his jaw, causing him to bite his lip hard enough that he tasted blood. 'Not good?' he thought as he lay on the floor at the feet of his flatmate, who was screaming at the top of his lungs,

"WHAT THE HELL, SHERLOCK!"

Okay. So I was dying to bring John into the story, but I really didn't want the reunion scene to be the same as anybody else's. Also, some people might think it is out of character, but I personally think it is entirely possible that Sherlock, lost in his thoughts as he most definitely would be right now, could forget what a big deal this was. Sherlock isn't inherently mean, just thoughtless and uninformed about human sentiment, and that is what I tried to capture.

Plus I just love John, and since this is my fic, I can do whatever I want. :) REVIEWS PLEASE!