Miss Molly Hooper

“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. 

“  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.  ”

“It’s alright I em, I was asked to come and identify a body. A Mrs Robertson?”

“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.  ”

“  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.  ”

“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.“

“  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.  ”

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. “

“  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.  ”

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?  ”

“I don’t think you understand, Molly… Please let me correct myself.”

“Please… I need to explain.”