Do you need fluff? I need fluff. So here is some fluff. Also, I have been hinting at something for a while now that will be coming into play really soon, so keep your eyes peeled for the foreshadowing.

Just to clear something up, Molly really did love Thomas. He was really good for her. The problem for Molly is that one person can be absolutely perfect for you, but if they aren't who you want, then you can't ever be completely happy with them. Sad, but true in my experience.

Disclaimer: I completely and totally own all of Sherlock, as well as the classic 80s film mentioned in this chapter. MESSAGE ALERT: WRONG!

Enjoy your fluff! Review for me please!

Chapter 14

At the end of the day, Molly was ready to go home. She had performed four autopsies that day, and one of them had been a victim of the deranged serial killer who burned a mark into his victim's neck before he killed them. That had been one of Sherlock's cases, and although he had been there the entire morning, he had left without coming back before the body came in. Of course the only time he was actually supposed to be in her lab was the one time he didn't show up. That figures.

She couldn't wait to get home and crash on her bed, although it was still quite early. She had lost all her energy lately. She just didn't want to do much of anything since Thomas had left. He had been the one constant in her life, and now without him, she didn't quite know where to turn. Her heart was trying desperately to heal, but it was to no avail.

She walked up the two flights and into her flat completely immersed in her thoughts as she placed her bag on the counter. And so it scared her when she turned around to see the dark, lurking, skinny figure lying on her couch.

"Sherlock! What the hell are you doing here? Inside my flat, without my permission, at night. What is going on?" She said, still out of breath from the shock. She had definitely not been expecting this tonight, especially after he had barely even spoken to her today. She supposed that she deserved the silence, although she didn't regret what she had said.

She wasn't going to be his doormat anymore. Things needed to change between the consulting detective and his pathologist, and Molly was going to make sure the changes happened.

He stood up, and came up to her. He pulled her into him, in one of the most awkward hugs she had ever experienced, whispering "It's all right" in her ear. Apparently, he could feel the tension too, because after only a few seconds he let go. She raised a quizzical eyebrow at him as he returned to the sofa, but remained silent, awaiting an explanation.

The detective seemed uncomfortable under her gaze, and finally answered her original question. " I didn't know what I was supposed to do in this situation, and as I have never gone through it myself, I decided to do some research. According to Angelo, a warm embrace and soothing words were supposed to do the trick." He ran a hand through his hair, pacing back and forth, seeming almost nervous and definitely frustrated. "I obviously will not be going to him for this sort of question ever again."

Molly still didn't understand, until she saw the assortment of things sitting on her table. There was Chinese takeaway from her favorite restaurant, along with a tub of cookie dough ice cream. There was a loaded pistol (that one worried her a bit) and a bag full of face masks and other spa supplies, four puzzles, a massive box pack of beer, and a copy of Dirty Dancing. Finally the pieces started to click together.

She looked up at the man, incredulous but amused. "Sherlock, are... is this you trying to help me get over a breakup?"

He looked sheepishly down at the carpet and didn't answer for a few moments. "Your… your hair wasn't combed. Your mascara was smeared, and you weren't wearing your ring. I deduced what had happened, and I… You have done so much for me, Molly, and I have mistreated you. I just wanted to help."

Molly was stunned by this declaration. Had Sherlock just apologized? The words hadn't actually been said, but with Sherlock when was anything ever exactly the way it should be? And he was sitting in her flat, trying to make it up to her.

She couldn't help but grin as she walked slowly around the table, looking at the different cures he had found for her broken heart. "The gun?"

Sherlock smiled and walked over to the table. "Lestrade. Whenever his wife left, he would go to the shooting range and practice for hours, after which he goes to the bar. Hence the beer, but I've noticed that sometimes John does this as well. Mrs. Hudson swears by Chinese food and board games, but according to John, I am not allowed to play board games anymore, so the puzzles will have to do instead. And the ice cream, spa supplies, and film…"

"Mary". Molly smiled, reminiscing about her best friend and all the heartbreaks the two of them had gone through together. "we always watch Dirty Dancing after a breakup."

She launched directly into the story, more for herself than for Sherlock's benefit. "When we were at Uni, she had a boyfriend who had this habit where he would always quote the most famous line of the movie, 'Nobody puts Baby in the corner' and then he would grab her and swing her around while she laughed. We used to think it was so romantic. After they split, this film was the only thing she wanted to see. So we watched it three times, and by the time we finally finished, we couldn't stop laughing. We got to the 'Nobody puts Baby in a corner' line, but the thing is that she isn't really in a corner at all, just up against a sitting at a table up against a pillar. That line is so over the top dramatic, and it just made us realize how dumb it was to cry over him. We kept laughing and laughing until eventually her heart wasn't broken anymore."

Sherlock smiled as Molly disappeared into this memory. It was such a visible moment of human sentiment, but on Molly it didn't seem as bad as he usually thought. She was always surprising him, which was not something that he had ever expected the mousy pathologist to be capable of. He took the video over to the television and pressed play.

Yes, I did just pull Dirty Dancing into this. I am not ashamed. I love the film, but that line has always struck me as funny rather than romantic. And I can totally see Molly loving it too. I think that Sherlock has a much bigger heart than he ever shows, but he just doesn't get how to do certain things. So of course he would have to do his research. I love this scene, whether it is OOC or not, but I would love to hear different opinions. So reviews, please!