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Thank you. I was surprised at the two reviews I got for this fic. Thank you very much! I'll simply reply here,
'DarqueQueen7'- Hello! Thank you for the review. The truth is that the next 4 chapters involve only Jonathan and Molly. Though, the first 6 chapters are all about the same day. So, Sherlock will definitely appear in the 7th chapter. I'll try to post as many chapters as I can so that Sherlock's part will come sooner. Thanks.
Furthermore, to the 'Guest' who left a review here - Thank you. I really hope that I'll achieve that.
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Waiting was a bitch and Jonathan knew that.
Years. He waited years to see her again but why? Because he was stubborn? Headstrong?
It was true that Jonathan had abandoned life. At first, he thought that the rush found in the battlefield would cover the loss of his father but it didn't. And then he had to bear the loss of his beloved Molly too. They were only 21 but they wanted to grow old together. Have children together and the like.
But he himself destroyed everything. It was his fault, he knew it. Being a manager in hotels and sleeping all alone at night pained him. But it was still his fault. All those wasted years that could have been spent with Molly lost. But could they be found again?
Had she found someone to satisfy her needs? To call her beloved husband? To be the father of her children? Did she have any children? And if so who did they look like? All those questions tortured Jonathan day and night. For years.
He was thirty years old and working at the Nefertiti Hotel when everything started. Sofia Anachan. She was one of many but her death alerted him. He had to make the world right in a way. Believe it or not, he only thought of Molly. A dangerous world for her and her children when he could do something about it and change it? Richard Roper was going down.
That's when everything started, indeed. And it all ended too in less than a year. Richard or the famous 'Dicky' was killed by his last associates as did Lord Longbottom. The latter's wife resided peacefully without any nannies around in Italy and Roper's son was with his mother. Jed left for Ilinois to take her son from her sister and raise him herself. He was invited, of course. What else would he want, right? He was a multimillionaire and could do whatever he wanted.
But all this made him realize something.
He was full of regrets. Not having a family. Not having a home. Not having his Molly. Not living in his dear London. Things had to change.
So, with that in mind, Jonathan asked Angela Bair for info about Molly Hooper. She had questioned him at first but did as he requested. After learning everything there was to learn in her file he decided to try once more. He had all the good intentions to fight for his love. If Molly wanted him to, of course.
He would move heaven and earth if she asked it of him. He hoped to win her back and keep her as his forever. He hoped and wished, anyway.
And with all that in mind, he returned home. England. London. At least, London resembled home for him. And Molly. With Angela's help, he returned without any charges against him. So, his integrity and name were intact. And Jonathan Pyne he was once more. No Andrew Bartch. He never liked that name.
There was an east wind coming, he mused.
Jonathan knew that today was Molly's birthday and had chosen intentionally that exact day to reappear in her life. When they were together, he would wake up before her and prepare her favorite breakfast. He would then wait for her to wake up. Sun's rays painting her face in a natural light, showcasing her delicate figure and making her look like an angel. Oh, how beautiful she was in the mornings. She was a sight to behold. After she awoke they would kiss again and again and make love for hours. It was always amazing with her. The others that followed held no candle to her. The heart was obviously involved. She was brilliant. Always.
And Jonathan wanted her again. Taking a deep breath he entered the lab. She was still studying pathology when he left. One wouldn't expect it by looking at her but he always supported her. His dear sweet love.
And it was for her sake that he wore his new blue suit. And the crisp white shirt that showed his muscles. It was her favorite color. She had said to him once that she loved the blue of his eyes. When they were together her closet was half filled with blue clothes.
When he finally entered he wasn't prepared for the sight in front of him. A woman's clothed behind wasn't in his mind something he would see. The bent figure spoke and a silent gasp went out of him. The lovely derriere he was looking at was his Molly's. He responded with amusement in his voice knowing that she definitely didn't expect to see him. And why would she anyway.
She turned. Oh god, what a lovely sight she was. Her always slim figure was adorned with a black fitting dress. Her long neck was bare. Her lovely face wore little make up that did everything to show her dear face. Her lips were painted a daring red that reminded him of the roses he used to give her. She kept her ginger hair longer than he remembered. If he could he would take her right there.
Her behavior though confused him. He couldn't figure out whether she was pleased and happy to see him or not. And the arrival of her colleagues didn't help.
'Your lab? Your pathologist?' he angrily thought. 'My Molly, arsehole!'
Or is she? Could she be? Could they be together again? But before the doubt could set in another one came in. A woman who insulted his Molly. He wanted to talk back and could see that the short man who introduced himself as John wanted too. Then this Mike came in and magically Molly was herself again. He seemed to be close to her and care for her. With his presence, Molly got rid of the negativity caused by this Donovan woman and looked relieved and calm. He used to bring that change to her. And he hoped he would get to do it again. Next thing he knew, she was leaving.
No Molly darling. This is not the end of us. We shall see each other really soon.
Maybe a night visit with takeaway is in order, don't you think?
End of chapter
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The next one coming right up. :)
-Andriana