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And that's the second chapter for today. It's 1:20 am here in Greece. Have a lovely day or night.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

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The conference was big for Molly's career and she wanted to try her best to impress everyone. Something that wasn't exactly difficult as she was a capable scientist and the best in her field. So, after a very tiring and trying day, she dragged herself home. Exiting from her blue mini cooper she finally entered her flat.

It was then and there that she got the chance to think about the morning she had. All her thoughts were consumed by Jonathan.

Jonathan. Why would he show up now? And all the talk about being forgotten? What was that all about? At least, she had to admit that he looked good. More than good, rather. Extremely good didn't do him justice. He was sex on legs. More so than Sherlock.

And there goes her relaxing evening. Molly couldn't stop thinking about him. She loved Jonathan. Always did and always would. Was he married by now? Of course, he would find someone. Men like him didn't last for long. And she was plain Molly Hooper. And he was drop dead gorgeous. But the thing was that Molly found him irresistible even when he had blonde spaghetti hair and a thin frame. Not very thin but he was so bulky now with all that muscle from the military.

The doorbell rang. Who could this be? If it Sherlock like the other day she would curse at him and close the door to his face. Her last day off was spent in the lab doing tests for a case of Sherlock and Lestrade's.

She opened the door without looking, expecting the tall detective. But another man was looking at her from the other side of her door.

Of course, it would be Jonathan. In her home. Stepping currently on her doctor who doormat. They used to watch it together. But then he left. And with that in mind, Molly found her voice.

"What are you doing here? How do you know where I live?" she asked.

"A little birdy told me. Aren't you happy to see me?" he asked with a boyish smile. That fucker, she thought.

"Not particularly. You left me. So, I'll ask again. What do you want and what are you doing here?"

"Could we, maybe, move our conversation inside? I wouldn't want to create a scene here."

Molly seeing his logic opened the door and stepped inside to let him in. He passed her and momentarily cut on his scent. It was different than she remembered. It was more masculine now, something to do with an expensive cologne.

Looking him over she appreciated his outfit. While he was drop dead sexy in the morning he looked more comfortable now in black skinny jeans and a baby blue shirt. Did he specifically choose that shirt because she knew she liked it? Molly knew she was reading into this too much so she let it go. He was, however, caring a takeaway bag from her favorite restaurant. How did he know? This was getting creepier by the second.

"We're in. Now talk." was what followed the front door closing and Molly crossing her hands under her chest. She was still wearing her fitting black dress minus the kitten heels and the red jacket. Thank god!

"You haven't seen me in ten years and that's your reaction?" Jonathan said with genuine pain lacing his voice and facial expression.

"What did you expect? You said you loved me but needed to leave. You said you loved me and that we'd communicate regularly but after a while, you stopped responding to my letters. I thought something had happened to you. But I looked and asked around and I learned that you refused to receive any letter or call from me. And so I stopped, Jonathan. I stopped. It pained me to do it but I did. I stopped."

A pregnant pause followed with Jonathan looking at Molly's warm brown carpet in shame and guilt.

"So after basically breaking up with me without having the decency to tell me you expected me to receive you with open arms?!" she shouted. "I'd love to be able to do that but I-I can't Jonathan." she turned around hoping to cover the sobs caged in her. She had to say it aloud to him in order to be free of all these unresolved feeling. She simply had to.

"Molly..." he felt burnt after uttering her name in her presence after all this time. "I'm sorry. S-So sorry, my love." he said apologetically. He raised his eyes and Molly gasped seeing the tears rolling down his cheeks. Red bloodshot eyes staring back at her. She wanted to put her arms around him and stop the sorrow and pain that he seemed to be drowned in and comfort him. Could she?

"Please give a chance. Please, Molly. I beg you to give us another chance. I'm so sorry I left. I have so many regrets but my biggest one is leaving you. I love you so much! I still do. But I was blinded by grief for my father. I thought that the military would stop the pain in my heart. I really thought I could do it. Have you here and being there... But I couldn't do that to you. No. I was selfish to be dragging you along. So I thought that stopping all contact was for the best."

Jonathan was all out now. The crying turn to sobbing. He left the takeaway bag he was holding gently on the ground and let himself rest on a chair nearby. His hands covered his tearing face. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." he was saying again and again into his hands.

That didn't last long as Molly ripped them from their resting place and replaced them with her chest. She went to hug him. She never could stand his pain.

He was surprised by her sudden embrace but hugged her back instantly. His face nestled in her neck, covered by her ginger tresses.

Molly hugged him with all her might as did he. She comforted him by rubbing circles on his back and kissing his blond curls. As his crying increased the young woman started whispering sweet nothings in his ears reassuring him of her presence.

A new path appeared before Molly. Would she take it or not? That same path had led her once in a very dark place but now with Jonathan by her side maybe things would change for the better?

End of chapter

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Tomorrow I'll post some more. Till then,

Andriana, Greece