Hello, all the great readers. I am so sorry for all this delay. I hope this long chapter will make up for that. My exams are over and I have a long boring vacation to fill up with writing…anyway, do let me know how you all liked it. Please write as much as you wish since I'm home alone and have nothing to look forward to except all your writing.

It was after quite some that Sherlock settled. John had taken leave, still grinning, for he was to have an early morning. Molly still happy about what had happened put the kettle on.

Sherlock had changed and come out and sat gloomily on his chair, plucking notes on his violin. Molly smiled as she looked at him sitting there like a baby. He had his eyes fixed on the fire. Molly took the mugs and went to him. She sat down by his feet and took a sip from her cup. Then she looked up at him, who was staring at her with frown. She offered the cup with a teasing smile.

'Why did you do that?' he asked again.

'Because you needed it, Sherlock.' She answered, again.

'Molly.' He started and his voice had changed. 'why did you?'

She looked up to see and uncharacteristic sincerity, as though he was actually curious. She kept looking and he got down from the seat and beside her. She looked right into his clear eyes.

'you really needed it.' She said again yet it was with an equality of his sincerity.

'I don't understand.' He looked into his cup and said quietly.

'Of course you don't, or you wouldn't be you.' She chuckled. 'Although you don't regard him as family, and that means emotionally and intellectually—' she stated strongly for Sherlock had opened his mouth to argue. '—so you don't regard him like that but you know and consider him that. We all came much later Sherlock, he has been with you practically forever. You both have this bond that no one can break. And even you know that he cares for you and in the way of your species, also loves you. You needed for this one time for it to be physically done rather than it being palpably there. I'd really just say that this was quite obvious, really.'

She sighed and then grinned at him. Sherlock had been looking at her with the kind of awe he had watched Irene Adler, previously. She liked it and for the first time she realized what Irene Adler must feel when all those men looked up at her with the kind Sherlock did. If Sherlock was could be turned to that, what all did the other men do?! No wonder she loved it!

'Thank you.' He said in so tiny a voice that she would have hardly heard him had she not been used to it.

'So where were you today?' she got on her bent knees and asked trying to help him get over his moment of awkwardness. His face brightened. He sprang up at once and took her hand made her get up. He put down the glasses and started in a sing song voice.

'I had an invigorating chase with one of Moriarty's men. Though they know me as one of Mycroft's men who is trying to find out the truth about my "death".' Saying that and he taook her into his arms in dance position and stated turnin them in big circles around the room as though singing it to her. 'Oh it was such fun. I ran and jumped and turned and slipped.' He said swirling her with her finger, then taking her back into his arms. And dancing again.

'I got into a few cabs here was even some trains and then I jumped between a few buildings and ran and go t down. Oh, Molly you should have been there. You would have loved it, since you love chases so much.' Molly brought them to an abrupt halt.

'though there is not much point in asking. How do you know that?' she asked.

'Molly, I was practically imprisoned in your house for quite some time, and a lot of books and movies not to mention the thrilling videos of a variety of chases. That could not mean anything but the fact that you love chases.'

'Fair. Now we shall continue.' She said taking his arms and starting o dance again. 'what else happened?'

'Not much. I think Moriarty might understand that I have started. But there is a chance that he might not understand that there is something that I have on him. Quite some things I'd say.' He told with a smile.

'What's that? She enquired.

'there is stuff but the one thing we have to focus on right now is my comeback.' He declared as they both stood still looking at each other.

'Come-back!' Molly said but with her voice was a reverberation of another. John could not contain himself any longer and his surprised had come out before he had intended it to. Both he heads turned to him. One angered and the other embarrassed. Molly looked down at her feet.

'We will discuss the particulars tomorrow. Good night' said she in shrill voice and left hurriedly into Sherlock's bedroom.

Sherlock was giving John the ultimate WTF! look.

'I–I just–'

'John Watson, get back to your room before I get my harpoon.' He yelled. John turned and quickly left. Sherlock went to his couch and laid down there with his pillow and sheets and an arm under head. Once again John had spoiled the whole thing. ughgggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh! He could not believe that a few hours ago he had been so happy. Hours? Few minutes ago he had been so happy. This was happening oftener than he liked. Why was this happening so much? Every time he tried opening up to Molly, there would be some problem. Yes that was the problem—trying to open up to someone. It was only other way of saying that he was becoming vulnerable. It was sentiment. And everyone knows that becoming vulnerable and sentiment is not good. Of course he was getting hurt.

He was not going to get hurt any more, he was not going to vulnerable again. But, Molly would not like that. She always encourage being open. Molly…she was so nice. She had made Mycroft hit him though. However he had wanted that. He had wanted Mycroft to…no, that's not good, stupid thought, don't think that. Sentiment. Not good. Molly…nice and funny…fun…chase…love chases…love….molly's smile….molly's pretty eyes … twinkling …stars… helium…experiment…trial…tomorrow morning…Molly…coffee…yum…Mrs. Hudson … mummy … laughter … Molly … lips … red color … the woman … Moriarty … fun … Molly …

Molly herself had settled in the bed. She smiled at the thought of what had happened a few minutes ago. They had been back to her apartment and complete. They had been just as complete, even more. Yet there was a difference a change. It had not been the Sherlock it had been at her place. It was something different then there had been caring and a wish to make her like him better. Today it had been to make her accept him. Something uncanny, something, as always, she wasn't able to put a finger on. Today he had been complete.

She herself could not help but feel different. Something had changed in those few minutes. Molly felt something else possess her. Something that she had always suppressed, Something that she vaguely felt was the need to be in power, to come forward and be in the spotlight. It was not her traits but it was something that she had naturally suppressed. But now, she felt as though it was her turn, it was her chance to come ahead and be the star. She was going to have her Sherlock and she was going to have him with the respect and awe that was currently held by the Adler woman. She was going to do anything and everything in her power to become superior, become worthy of Sherlock Holmes. And she was also going to do anything and everything possible to make him want her more ardently than she had ever wanted him or he had ever wanted Adler.

I got a bit carried away with Sherlock's thoughts but can you blame me? his head is just marvelous to meddle with. Do let me know if there are any specifics you want in the upcoming chapters.

Cheers

mia