A/N: This chapter has John's blog entry from Chapter 9 :)
Sherlock hadn't seen Molly for months.
It was in her best interest, just like his 'death' had been in John's best interest, but that didn't change the fact that he…missed them.
Missed her.
He sat, heavily disguised, in front of the computer in an internet café waiting for John's blog to load, inexplicably desperate for a connection to the people he had left behind.
He was disappointed to find that John had only made one blog entry for the entire time that he had been gone, but at least it was something.
I know many of you have already made up your minds about Sherlock based on what you know or, rather, what you think you know about him. But I knew the real Sherlock Holmes and no one is ever going to be able to convince me that he was a fraud. He was the best man I ever knew and the best friend I ever had. Nothing will ever change that.
A small, sad smile graced Sherlock's lips as he read the short entry; a thought struck him and he found himself scrolling through the comments, searching for the only one that mattered.
There it was, barely ten words, but it was enough.
Molly Hooper said: I believe in Sherlock Holmes.
Sherlock felt his chest tighten painfully.
He'd always known (hoped) that they would remain loyal, that they wouldn't believe the lies being spread about him, but something about seeing their words written for all to see touched him deeply.
Especially from Molly; he wondered if she had written it on purpose, knowing he might see it (might need it) one day.
Sherlock signed off the computer and left the café with a renewed sense of purpose.
No matter how long it took he would return to his old life, to John and the others.
But mostly, back to Molly, the one who counted.