Sherlock paced his room for hours after Molly had left. He didn't thank her, never did, despite the appreciation he felt for her. He didn't know how she put up with him, but she did, somehow. He couldn't stop thinking about John and how angry he looked. He'd never admitted it before, but Molly was right. He should have said something before, or better, shouldn't have started this in the first place. He knew from the beginning that it wasn't a good idea, knew that sentiment was the chemical defect found on the losing side and yet he still gave it a shot. He didn't know how he could get over this now.

Finally by morning, he made his decision. He would try to reason with John. But only once, then he would give up, he would get over John and he would never subject himself to such pain ever again.

Sherlock waited near John's locker before school started. He knew approximately when John arrived every morning. When that time came and passed, he felt himself getting nervous. He started pacing in front of the lockers and snarling at anyone who dared speak to him or bump into him. His nerves were on fire. He needed to talk to John, needed to make him understand, needed to make him see reason.

The bell rang and still Sherlock was pacing in front of John's locker, with no John to show for it. Assuming that John had seen him and avoided him, Sherlock walked to John's first class, entered without caring and scanned the room. He didn't care that everyone was staring at him, didn't care that the teacher was berating him for interrupting her class. He didn't even feel like giving out his usual sarcasm or telling the teacher that she was only upset because her long-term boyfriend didn't want to move in with her.

His eyes fell on an empty seat, before he walked over to the teacher and grabbed the sheet of paper from her hands where she was calling role. He scanned the paper as the teacher yelled some more and tried to get the paper back. Sherlock found John's name. Assured that he was in this class but not presence he dropped the paper in the trash and turned to leave quickly.

Sherlock felt like banging his head against every locker he passed on his way to the next classroom. He entered and immediately found who he was looking for. He walked down the rows of students and again ignored the eyes on him but was relieved to find that this teacher preferred to stare at him like all the other students rather than yelling at him in a shrill voice like the previous menace.

Greg bit his lip as Sherlock approached, knowing sort of what he wanted, but unsure of what to say. He'd already broken so many friendship codes. He wasn't sure what John would want him to do in this situation. He made himself stay calm and met Sherlock's gaze.

"Where is he?" Sherlock said, rather calmly Greg thought. Greg took in his appearance and quickly realized that Sherlock wasn't as composed as Greg had initially thought. He looked torn apart and lost and like he hadn't slept for weeks. Greg swallowed and shook his head. "Who..?" He started, stalling for time.

Sherlock slammed a hand on the desk, internally gleeful when it caused Greg to jump slightly. "It's not my place to tell you." Greg said instead, making Sherlock narrow his eyes. "It wasn't your place to do many things you did. Tell me where he is. I need to talk to him, and it's definitely not your place to decide that I shouldn't talk to him." He said. Greg shook his head, finding it rather difficult to fight the two parts of him.

He wanted to tell Sherlock, because he had become a friend and because he was convinced that Sherlock and John would be amazing together. He'd already noticed improvements in John's happiness and that was enough for him. But then he wanted to keep quiet out of stubbornness, rebellion, and because John probably wouldn't want to tell Sherlock.

Sherlock continued glaring at him for a bit longer, before sighing and feeling more of his calm façade fall. "Please." He said quietly, eyes pleading now, needing to know where John was, needing to know he was okay, needing to talk to him and make him understand and hold him close and that's when Sherlock decided to shut his brain down for a moment. He took a deep breath as he watched Greg deliberate.

Finally Greg closed his eyes and spoke quietly. "He's at hospital. He.. well you could probably deduce what happened when he got home. I haven't heard much, but I know he's alright at the moment. He won't let me in to see him, so I doubt you will be let in either." He said quietly.

Sherlock felt his heart drop. He had to force himself to focus after Greg said the word hospital. He saw image after image flying through his mind, unable to stop them. He nodded slowly before turning and walking out of the room. Now to his own class.

He entered the room, barely receiving an eye roll from his own teacher who was used to his antics. However, he didn't sit in his seat and instead grabbed Molly's books, put them in her bag, grabbed it and her wrist and tried to walk back out. Molly's eyes were wide and she shook her head. "Sherlock!" She whispered, eyes flickering between Sherlock and the teacher.

Sherlock glanced at her, "John's in hospital." He said quietly, looking away again before she could read him. He felt relief flood through him as she stopped tugging away from his grip and instead followed him out the door.

Sherlock handed over her bag as they walked quickly. He led her out of the school, taking his favorite route that was least monitored. They stayed silent as they walked to a busier street before hailing a cab.

Finally, when they were in the cab Molly turned to look at Sherlock. "I understand why you're in a hurry to get there.. but why me?" She asked softly.

Sherlock shrugged lightly as if it wasn't important before speaking quickly. "Greg's already been there and he won't let Greg see him. He's upset with me, so he's not going to let me in either. But you… people like you. You're good with people, in the most unorthodox way." He said glancing at her finally. "He'll let you see him. You can make sure he's okay, make sure he doesn't need anything… and of course see if you can get him to just let me in for a moment."

Molly regarded him for a moment before nodding. "If he lets me in." She said softly. Sherlock didn't reply, assured that John wouldn't turn Molly away. He settled into the seat, waiting for it to arrive, and hoping more than anything that John really was okay.

It took a while, but finally Molly was let into the room where John was held. She couldn't help but feel a bit honored that John let her in, especially after everything she had done or rather kept from him. She walked slowly toward him, and found that John looked as tired as Sherlock. She sat in the chair next the bed and chewed her lip a bit. "How.. how are you?" She asked, looking up at him.

John shrugged lightly. "I'm fine. They kept me mostly for observation and because…" He trailed off as if deciding he didn't want to share the other reason. He shook his head. "I'm fine really. They're not keeping me here because I'm in any sort of danger or anything." He assured her. Molly nodded slowly. "Good. That's.. good." She said quietly.

She glanced at her feet, shifting them a bit as she tried to think of what to say. John sighed softly. "What is it?" He asked her, knowing there was something more to her visit. "I mean.. I'm sure you would have come anyway.. or sent something. But the likelihood of you being here instead of at class, well it's low. Is Sherlock out there?"

Molly nodded slowly. "He wants to see…" John quickly cut her off with a "No."

John shook his head quickly. "I don't want to see him Molly. I shouldn't even want to see you. I didn't even want to see Greg after everything. Though it's more than…" He trailed off again, shaking his head. "No. And I'll be happy never to talk to him again. Tell him that for me."

Molly frowned. "That's not true though." She said softly. "You care about him. And he cares…"

"About himself!" He said quickly. "He doesn't care about me. He never did. He cares about himself and about his experiments and that's all! He can't care about people! It's not in him and I was a fool for thinking he could!" He snarled, making Molly flinch a bit.

"John. You know that's not true. You know he cares. It just takes more for him to care. It's harder for him than most people. He's not used to it. You've met his brother…"

John shook his head again. "Shut up Molly." He said, before quickly regretting it at her put out look. "I'm sorry." He amended quickly. "Just.. he doesn't care. He never did. He doesn't care about people. Or feelings. He doesn't have feelings! He's a machine!" He said, all the pain building up inside of him, making him attack that which caused the pain.

That made Molly glare and stand. "John Watson, you listen to me. Sherlock is not a machine. And you'll do well to remember that. I know you're hurt and scared and don't know what to do. I know you're upset that he kept this from you, but what did you expect? Did you expect someone with so little experience with feelings to just come out with it immediately? Especially when you turn around and say things like that about him? Right now, he's not the one being a machine. You are." She said before leaving the room. John stared at the door wide-eyed and not exactly sure what happened.

Molly returned to Sherlock, looking slightly upset, which scared Sherlock a bit. "Is he alright?" He asked quickly, calming Molly down. She looked up at him and sighed softly. "That's the first thing you care about.." She said softly to a confused Sherlock. She decided not to elaborate. She didn't want to explain that she knew Sherlock cared and that that was just confirmed, or that John was questioning his ability to care so adamantly. "Yes.. He's fine. They're keeping him for observation purposes." She assured him.

Sherlock nodded, still looking at her a bit oddly. "And I'm guessing he still doesn't want to see me." He said, not even a question. Molly bit her lip but nodded. "We should get back to class." She said softly.

Sherlock nodded again. "Yeah. You go ahead. I'll get the next cab." He said. Molly stared at him for a moment, before giving a slight smile and hugging him, much to Sherlock's surprise. "You really do care too much." She said softly. "But it will work out I think.." She said softly, before turning down the hall.

Sherlock, a bit out of sorts from the whole situation, sat back in his chair in the waiting room. He had no intention of going back to school, but Molly knew that. He didn't want to leave John, even if he wasn't allowed to see him. He'd have to find out a way eventually, but for now. He'd just be here in case John changed his mind, or in case anything else happened.