It was a few moments after that Sherlock came back to his vigilant self and pushed Molly away gently. Molly looked up at him surprised. He was staring down at his feet. He looked up and, before Molly could even begin to ask, he left.

What?! She thought angrily. Why was this so complicated? Why was he so complicated? Why did he have to make things so complicated? Why?!

She stood there staring at the wall. It was some time after which she moved. John had come up looking at her with no little surprise mingled with shock. He had never thought of Molly as a prospective of Sherlock's…love! Yet her stunts from the morning seemed to have a favorable response.

'Where is Sherlock?' he asked with a coy smile.

'How would I know? Does he ever give me any specific information?!' she snapped and went into Sherlock's room.

'Did he not just yell that he loves you?' John asked going after her. Molly frowned at him.

'You heard that?'

'Half the baker street did. I am sure they are planning some event for today. We've all been waiting for this to happen for ages you see. They are probably going to name this day too.'

Molly smile wryly.

'Sorry.' She said and added, to his raised brows, 'for snapping back there.'

'Oh, no problem.'

'Don't you get angry John? At him treating you the way he does.' She asked sitting on the bed, resigned. He sat beside her.

'At times, yeah. But then he doesn't stop loving us because we don't act up to his wishes. How can we then. Plus, he usually does it for our own sakes.' He said soothingly. She nodded, still sad.

'So how did this happen?' He asked cheerfully. Molly smiled.

'What?' she inquired innocently.

'Sherlock falling for you? No offense but it is bizarre.'

'Isn't it?!' She exclaimed, suddenly feeling happy again. 'I didn't think he was capable of it but…'

'Well, after the woman incident I was sure he was he just had not found his match or realized that he had.' John said looking at her. She was frowning.

'Tell me more about this Adler woman.'

He walked quickly away from the place and away from her. Yet everything around seemed to have been touched by her uncanny aura. He came to halt right where he had last they had had a fight. She had yelled at him. Hwy was this always happening to them. Fighting, arguing, yelling, and walking away, everything that was wrong. It had never happened when he had stayed at her place save one or two times then why now? But then they had then been living in a fantasy. This was reality. He had been right in thinking that practically they would never be happy together, till she was Molly Hooper and he was Sherlock Holmes. None would ever be happy till then.

But there could be one thing that could be done… he quickly turned and started back to 221b.

'Molly!' he bellowed as sprang to the door of there apartment. He went in to kitchen and took her into his arms and turned her around lifting her quite off her feet.

'Sherlock! Sherlock! No put me down please, Sherlock Holmes!'

'I know what we can do Molly.'

'What?' she asked eagerly.

'I won't return!' he said excitedly

'Where?' she asked confused and he rolled his eyes with signature.

'Anywhere. Let Sherlock Holmes be dead, I mean that my come back won't be necessary, I can live with you under another name and nobody but the close people will know and it will be all fine. I can take cases later and go in disguise and everything will be fine!' he said yelling so that even John came into the room and looked at them in confusion. Everything was as Sherlock had expected, except Molly, who looked down and sighed. She took her hands out of his and went into John's room locking the door behind her with a clear click.

Sherlock looked up surprised at John, who merely shook hi head and said;

'Do you really think that she would let you do that for herself, her self-deprecating and scarified self?'