“I had to! I had no choice! If I didn’t…” Sherlock swallowed the lump in his throat, “I couldn’t take the risk. I couldn’t let anything happen to you.” Sherlock was quieter now. Clearly apologetic and evidently broken. He had never wanted to hurt Molly. He needed to protect her. The alternative to those 3 words was unthinkable.
“Any other time. You ruin every relationship I’m in, every single one.” Molly snapped at him. She sighed and curled up in her chair.
They have both grown so much. Sherlock taught Molly to be stronger than ever, and to stand up for herself. Molly taught Sherlock that to be human is to be vulnerable, to experience love, and that does not make you weak. They have now grown strong enough to confess their true feelings. Sherlock’s I love you was real - Molly can see through his bullshit, remember? Their relationship is built on trust and who do they both trust to give themselves completely with? Each other. (x)
“ I’m interested in my friend’s life, that’s all. Thought you’d be interested in getting anything from Sherlock but… well. Tell me then. ”
“Greg Lestrade. But he was over the night of the phone call...”
“It’s alright I em, I was asked to come and identify a body. A Mrs Robertson?”
“Ahh yes of course, no problem.” She said and lead her down to a room. “Can I have a name for the report?” Molly asked with her clipboard.
“That, from the bottom of my heart, I am sorry. I am sorry Molly Hooper. For everything. And I am putting the ball in your court here… Hypothetically. There is no ball, just to be clear…” Sherlock babbling was unheard of unless he were particularly lost and confused. “I will do whatever it takes to show you how sorry I am. Or - if you choose, I will leave you alone. For as long as you choose.”
“He was in the room Sherlock Holmes. He was in the room while I told you that, he had to listen to me say that down the phone.” She shouted at him. “Every time you destroy everything I have, everything.” she had promised herself she wouldn’t cry but her eyes were welling up and she was struggling.
“ You don’t, but I might. - Hold on, you have someone else? Ooh, now that’s interesting. - Tell me more. ”
“Why would you mind? What is it to you? I found someone else, someone different...”
“ But wouldn’t it be nice to hear he still needs you, he still valorises you, to hear how sorry he is to make you feel that way? Wouldn’t it be nice to be able to obtain anything from him. And I mean, anything. ”
“He needs me, but I don’t need him anymore. I have someone else. I don’t need Sherlock Holmes.”
“ᶤ ˢᵉᵉ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵗʰᵃᶰᵏˢ ᵇᵘᵗ ᶤ ʷᵒᶰᵗ ᶠᶤᶰᵈ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵃᶰʸᵗʰᶤᶰᵍ , ᵐʸ ᵇʳᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵏᵉᵉᵖˢ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵗʰᶤᶰᵍ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵐᵉ ᶤᶰᶜˡᵘᵈᶤᶰᵍ ᵐʸ ʰᵉᵃˡᵗʰ.” Eurus moved her hand back to her side and smiled. "ᶤ ᵗʰᶤᶰᵏ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵛᵉʳʸ ˢᵗʳᵒᶰᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵖᵘᵗ ᵘᵖ ʷᶤᵗʰ ᵐʸ ˡᶤᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵇʳᵒᵗʰᵉʳ.“
“I will make sure Mycroft Holmes tells you all the information he will receive. Wont I.” She said with a quick look at the camera. “I think you’re very strong in general Miss Holmes. I know that in time if you wish to speak with me, your brothers will make sure that happens.”
“ Because it might make you feel actually happy. It’ll make you smile in the end. Smile for a very long time, if not forever. ”
“He doesn’t love me. He never has and he never will.”
Sherlock did as he was told and closed the door, sliding the bolt across to keep it secure. “I bought you some biscuits…” He offered meekly, pulling the packet of some bourbons out and setting them on the arm of her chair. “Peace offering.” He teased halfheartedly as he shifted his weight on his feet and glanced at the empty chair but didn’t sit. “You look tired…” He observed, but with concern in his voice. He cared deeply for Molly, and whilst it wasn’t romantic love he held for her, the love and admiration he felt was exclusive to her. He trusted her with his life. Even if he wasn’t always able to show her that.
Molly didn’t look at him as he walked around her flat. She didn’t look up at the biscuits and she didn’t look up as he spoke. “Didn’t really sleep last night.” She said sharply. She sipped her tea before resting her head on the back of her sofa. “What do you want to say to me?”
“ Well, friend is quite… false. He was more a boss for me and a dick for you. Don’t worry, I have nothing to do with him right now. I… I just need help about something. “
“What do you need?”
“ Me? Oh, no – I want to make him understand how important you are, what place you deserve really in his life. It’s all about you and him, not me. ”
“Then why do you care? Why should you intervene with my life, to make Sherlock uncomfortable or unhappy.”
The lanky detective grabbed his coat and was straight out the door and into a cab. He really did need to speak to Molly Hooper. There was a lot he needed to clarify and clear up. The whole situation was an awful mess and she deserved the truth and peace of mind. He arrived and tossed some cash to the cabbie before stepping up to Molly’s door and knocked three times. He even went to the consideration of wiping his shoes on the outside mat so as not to track anything inside.
Molly stood in the kitchen making her third cup of tea, she had been having the worst week and she’d even called in sick to work because she couldn’t cope with everything anymore. She dropped the phone down on the counter when Sherlock hung up the phone and sighed. She moved and sat down in the living room curling up her feet when the knock on the door. She sighed, she didn’t think he’d really show up. She stood up and opened the door. “Close the door, don’t let the heat in.” She said and moved back to her spot.
“ You just don’t want to suffer, hm? Now, what kind of attention do you think you deserve from him? ”
“What are you trying to tell me? That you deserve my attention more than he does?”
“I don’t think you understand, Molly… Please let me correct myself.”
“I’m at my flat. If you need me, come and find me.”