Chaoticmom- Well, I WASN'T going to have an explanation...but since you suggested it, I figured a FEW things needed to be explained. LOL...and yes! This could be fun :D

Forgive if this is a little off... I came up with much of this in my head today while I was on a smoke break sitting in my car. We were having a BAD storm, and there was heavy rain and golf ball sized hail coming down. Oh, and a nice string of tornadoes going through the area. Not a safe time to be out. But it being Walmart... of course they aren't going to close down for safety of their employees like the other stores in town did. When the hail started pounding down I called into my store from the parking lot and told them I was staying put until I could safely come in, and oh yeah, there is this old hebrew guy here with a bush and a stick demanding to see a member of management... LOL So yeah, my brain is in a weird place today. :D

Ok, disclaimer done...on with the show.

Chapter 18

They had spent most of the day gathering information from Irene. Mycroft finally suggested they take her off to a secure location for further questioning when he saw his brothers face. When he took his leave, he sat in the back of his car and simply stared out the window going over everything.

Irene dredged up some pretty unpleasant memories for both Sherlock and himself. He recalled his conversation with Sherlock at the morgue. He told him caring was not an advantage. He believed it. Completely. He believed Sherlock did as well.

That was, until one tiny human being entered thier lives.

She was so much like her father, when he was small. Mycroft remembered when Sherlock would sneak into his room when he'd have a bad dream. He wouldn't say anything. Just crept into Mycroft's bed and snuggled beside him. It somehow made him feel safe.

Though, to Mycroft's growing shame, he knew he didn't deserve it.

Sherlock wasn't exactly an expected child. Mycroft had finally became of an age where he could entertain himself. So their parents decided to start enjoying themselves. Mycroft could remember the argument...no...all out fight his parents had when Violet found she was pregnant. Their father, Siger, was infuriated that his wife could be so careless. The last thing Mycroft heard his father say before he slid out of his hiding spot and back to his room was one simple statement.

"Get rid of it. "

When Sherlock was born, Siger left. He was often seen escorting a bevy of lovely socialites from one event to another around Europe. This humiliated Violet. Unfortunately, this also seemed to make her resent her youngest son.

Children being children, learn from what they observe. He was afraid of angering his mother by paying attention to Sherlock. So until he was old enough to be shipped off to boarding school, Sherlock was left alone.

He would simply sit there and observe what other people did. Never being asked to play. Never...being held. The only attention he ever got was negative. When he fell down and got hurt, thier mother would tell him not to be a sissy. On the rare occasion thier father chose to come around, Sherlock would try to talk to him, well, it didn't go well. The night before Sherlock was sent off, he learned a stern lesson. Their father was home, and Sherlock tried something he'd seen on the telly. He told his father it was all going to be ok. And...he loved the old man.

Siger answered with the back of his hand.

Boarding school wasn't any better. His deduction skills were finely keened. He would use them on his teachers and fellow students. He was trying to impress them. But instead he was called names, further shut out from other people. Mycroft knew now, Sherlock's skills were survival instinct. But long ago, it was him screaming out from inside..."Please...just SOMEBODY like me. "

How different he was with Laura. Mycroft had to admit he was proud of him. He was doing what any good father would do. Give his child the things he never had. Now. Before its too late.

And Molly...Mycroft couldn't imagine a better companion for Sherlock. She had taken his abuse more times than not, but she still stood by him. She was everything Sherlock needed, and never got.

But the Adler woman. She'd gotten to him. Made him feel...something. Since Sherlock knew nothing about love, her attentions were misconstrued. He was sure his brother knew the difference between lust and love. His interest in her was more about his lack of ability to deduce her. That fascinated him. He'd met his match. His equal, or so he thought. But what Sherlock didn't get was that he didn't need an equal. People make that mistake too often. Find someone they have most things in common with. What Sherlock needed was the ying to his yang. Someone who's strengths were his weakness, and vice versa. It may be cliche, but true none the less. He needed someone who completed him. Of course in the extreme case of Sherlock Holmes, he needed two people to accomplish that fete. And that was Molly and John.

Mycroft shook all the uncomfortable thoughts from his head and opened the briefcase on his lap. He looked over the properties that were delivered to him after he dropped off Miss Adler. He would drop them off to Molly and Sherlock tomorrow.

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Sherlock sat in his chair going over the days events. Including his conversation with Molly, who was singularly displeased with her husband for some time after Miss Adler's departure. John called Mary and they decided to take Laura to a movie while Molly and Sherlock talked.

"Molly, I told you...nothing happened. "

"But it could have. If Mrs. Hudson... "

Sherlock sighed.

"What do you want me to say? I did...not...have...sex...with...her. "

"Did you want to? "

Now, at this point, Sherlock opened his mouth and closed it a number of time. This, he knew, was ground to tread with extreme caution.

"I just want there to be no secrets. " Molly said, flopping down on John's chair and running her fingers through her hair.

" I don't...want...things like other people. Perhaps I do, but I am better at ignoring those wants and needs. "

"Way to evade, Sherlock. "

"Fine. You want the truth? The whole bloody truth? " Sherlock finally stood up and started pacing angrily. He had been trying to be easy, but she wasn't helping that.

"That is all I ever want from you. " Molly said tight lipped.

"Really... " Sherlock narrowed his eyes at her expression.

"You want truth, fine. Lets start from the onset. When I met her, I found her intriguing. Something that doesn't happen often... "

"Sherlock... " Molly jumped up and started towards him... " You are just skipping around the... " She yelled until Sherlock cut her off.

"YES! I that what you want from me? Yes, I wanted her. Wanted to fuck the bloody hell out of her. You know why? "

"I can guess... " Molly answered, turning, before Sherlock grabbed her arm.

"Don't. You wanted to hear this. "

"No. I wanted an answer. You gave it. I don't need details. "

Sherlock released her arm and turned away from her.

Molly started towards their room but stopped, and spoke quietly, not turning around.

"Did you love her? "

Sherlock closed his eyes.

"No. "

"Did you ever think about her while we... "

"No. Only you, Molly. We are the only two people in our bed. "

Molly nodded. She would accept that. But she couldn't stop herself from the last thing she felt the stupid need to know.

"And... other times... like...like the phone call. "

"We only communicated through one sided texts, and ..."

"Not what I mean, Sherlock. Did you ever do...that...thinking of her? "

Sherlock was silent for a long time. Too long. Molly turned around to look at him. Slowly he turned to face her, his eyes becoming guarded.

"Yes. "

Molly took a deep shuddered breath.

"Thank you...Sherlock. For your honesty. Now if you don't mind, I need to be alone. "

She calmly walked to their room and closed the door behind her.