HELLO PEOPLE! This is the 2nd chapter to the story. Please review! Also, I do not own Sherlock, or any other characters mentioned so far in the story (which are very limited, now that I do think of it.) Again, since this is my 1st fic, I have no way of knowing how I'm doing till you people tell me. SO PLEASE REVIEW! Is the story boring? Are the characters unlike themselves so far? I need other opinions, please.

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CHAPTER 2

Molly Hooper couldn't believe her own guts. Mycroft Holmes was one of the most important people in all of the UK. Not only had she been extremely to the point—she was somewhat crazy, which was highly unlike her.

If Mycroft was surprised, he hid it very well. He only looked at her for the shortest of times before smoothly saying, "And how long do you plan to be away for, Molly?" He already knew the answer. She knew that he knew it and was daring her to say it with her own voice. And so she did.

"Forever, Mycroft."

Molly gently closed the door to Mycroft's office and made her way to the entrance of the building. She stepped outside. The meeting had lasted only 15 minutes. Within 15 minutes, her fate had been sealed. She signed that deal herself. She pulls her coat a little tighter around herself, clinging to it for warmth. Molly hails a cab and tells the driver her address. As the car swifts along the roads, Molly peers out of the window. The streets, the cafes, the people—they all roll past in a haste of colors. She had always thought of London as beautiful in its own sharp way. Much like someone she knew too well.

She would miss it. But if she didn't go, she would resent it.

Molly plays over her conversation with Mycroft Holmes in her head.

When are you thinking of leaving? 1st week of January, she had replied.

Do you have enough money? Yes.

And your apartment? I'll make do without having to sell it.

Your family? They'll get it. I'll tell them when I visit them for Christmas. I'll say it's for a job.

They had talked some more. Molly rubbed her thumbs over the hem of her sweater the whole time but managed to answer each of his questions thoughtfully.

All but one.

And I have to ask, Ms. Hooper, why are you leaving? That's when Molly froze. So, she simply took a deep breath and said to him, "I would rather not discuss that, Mr. Holmes. Rest assured, everything is fine."

I'll take care of the tickets, then.

"Ticket." She had corrected.

"I'm sorry, what was that?

"You said tickets, but I need only one."

Oh, pardon me for that. Anything else, Ms. Hooper? She shook her head. Well, then I'll have your tickets sent to your place soon.

She had simply nodded at that. She stood up to leave. Just as she turned the doorknob, Mycroft called out once more, his voice slightly curious. "Are you leaving because of him, Molly?"

And Molly couldn't help but think that maybe all of the Holmes' children were cruel in their own ways. Of course she was leaving because of him. He wasn't the only reason, but he certainly was a big one. And probably the cause of all the other ones, too. Mycroft was clever enough to know it. Everyone who knew Sherlock and Molly and had eyes could see it. Molly didn't answer and simply left.

The driver clears his throat, making Molly jump a little. She hurriedly gets out of the cab and pays him the fare. She distractedly makes her way upstairs, still thinking over everything. She turns open the lock and enters her home.

Not going to be home for much longer, is it? She thought to herself. She smiles sadly at that. She had poured her heart and soul into this place. She had chosen every piece of furniture with diligence. This was her home. She loved her place. She was going to miss it so much. Maybe that was why she didn't sell it. If she did, she could have had a lot more cushion when it came to her moving away.

But Molly knew. She knew why she wasn't really selling it, and she wouldn't ever acknowledge the reason—not even to herself. Maybe one day when she didn't hurt so much, she would—but not right now. Molly moves to the kitchen to make tea.

Just as she puts on the kettle, her phone rings. She frowns. She had taken a leave today. Her colleagues wouldn't be calling if it wasn't something urgent.

She reads the caller name. It says on her screen, in bold white letters, SHERLOCK. Molly just stares at the name for a while. When she had first met Sherlock Holmes 7 years ago, she found the name exceedingly strange. What did the name mean, anyway? Her own name was a derivative of Mary and was a common enough name. But Sherlock? Molly was fairly sure that there was only one person by that name in the country. And maybe even the world.

Now, this name was second nature to her tongue. She knew exactly how it tasted when she was drunk, or crying, laughing, or nervous, happy, relieved, angry, barely awake, half asleep, and even how it felt in her sleep. When her mouth didn't have to open to form the syllables, but she could hear it in her own voice all the same.

She wasn't sure if she could ever forget this name.

Suddenly, the phone stops ringing. Molly snaps out of her reverie, and her fingers automatically move to dial. But she doesn't have to.

Three rapid knocks to her front door, followed by, "Open the door, Molly, or I will break in."

Molly turns off the kettle and takes in a deep breath. She walks to the door and opens it. She feels her legs go a little weak as she looks up and stares straight into blue eyes. Icy blue—like the iceberg that the Titanic hit before going under the Pacific forever. However, Sherlock Holmes just pushes past her and into the house.

Molly turns around to face him while he simply pours himself tea. He was well acquainted with her kitchen by now. He easily located her cups and sugar. He takes the tea over to her sofa and sits. Molly follows his course of action and sits on the sofa facing him, not saying a word—just looking at him. Just as she brings the cup to her mouth and takes a sip, she hears Sherlock say, "Why did you go to see my brother, Molly?"

2nd chapter done! Any suggestions? Also, I apologize for the short length- the next one will be longer. And done by the next thursday. I'm fairly certain that I will write the next chapter from Sherlock's POV. If you guys do like the idea, then please tell me so in the reviews, and if you don't- then you know what to do! (Reviews, of course.)