I Think We Need Counseling

Chapter 5

POV Mycroft

I took a long deep breath and glanced at Greg. His face was smiling, nervous and looked like he was trying to be reassuring.

"I am Mycroft Holmes, basically your British government. I have eyes and ears EVERYWHERE and if you think you know something I don't then think again. I am the reason that that thing knows about  Sherlock and probably why he was made to commit suicide. I was "interviewing"  that bastard and I found that the only way to keep him talking was to talk about someone who was at the same level he thought he was at. Sherlock being smarter got out of it and lived, like I knew he would. When he came back I went with him to Scotland Yard, mostly to scare anyone who thought they could mess with a Holmes. I saw Greg and thought it would be nice to know how my brother got on without me so I was going to ask him to dinner and possibly bribe him, like I tried to do with John. Once he figured out I was his brother he didn't need to be bribed and spoke freely. No one had ever talked to me like that, usually I intimidate people or they, in the case of Sherlock, consider themselves better than me. Greg then asked me what I did, and because he was honest with me I was with him. I told him all about Sherlock's death being my fault and actually got sad and teared up. I quickly made to leave, so as to not let him see.  When in the car he said that he was sure Sherlock would forgive me, but we all know that he wouldn't. I did cry at this point, I thought of how all you ordinary people have such simple lives and can forgive and forget. We don't work like that, so yes I cried, but I was so shocked when Greg hugged me that I didn't care. I knew then and there what would happen, so I kissed him, he didn't refuse and I already knew he was gay. Then we fought, again about Sherlock and he left. I had never loved a person, so when he left a part of me went with him, and it hurt like hell! I didn't do drugs and the  only other thing I could think of was the vast quantities of liquor we had in the house. So I began to drink, and I was so drunk that when Greg came in  thought I was dreaming. He told me we were going to counselling and I didn't object." I felt my speech had gone pretty well, Greg and Sherlock were both staring at me, Greg with love, Sherlock with a face that said nothing but eyes that said it all.

"Molly." Kelly said as she looked up from her MANY pages of notes.

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POV Molly

My stomach clenched and I held my breath. This is what I had been dreading. I could feel a lump in my throat as I was asked to speak. Jim suddenly reached his hand from his chair to mine and held it, tight.

"I-I a-am M-Molly H-Hooper and I-I work with S-Sherlock in the m-morgue. I met J-Jim at a coffee shop. H-He spilt some coffee on my dress and bought me a new o-one. C-Coffee I-I mean. We started dating but when I brought him to Sherlock, to rub it in and for approval, Sherlock deduced he was g-gay. I dumped him and thought myself foolish, especially in the eyes of Sherlock, for not seeing this. I helped Sherlock fake his death, but when Jim called me up after the jump I was thoroughly surprised. I was about to call Sherlock and tell him Jim was alive but he told me he'd never hurt any of my friends, ever, if I would go out with him. So I agreed. I never let Sherlock, John, Greg, or Myc know he was alive. Then one day he came home... and he was... c-covered i-in b-blood. I knew that he wouldn't have hurt anyone I knew but he had never promised about other people, so I asked him what he had done. He had killed someone......... I had tried to talk him out of killing but he wouldn't budge. I knew it was wrong but I... loved him and was not going to turn him in. I then met up with John and Greg and well  you know the story." And with that I drew, and let out, a deep breath of air.  Jim squeezed my hand reassuringly.

"Jim."

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POV Jim

 I stared at all the faces across the room. There were only two without hatred the others were either love or curiosity. 

"I am James Moriarty, consulting criminal. I heard of Sherlock from his dear brother, so I looked him up, found where he worked and arranged to "bump into" one of his co-workers. I found that I rather liked toying with Sherlock but in those three days that Molly and I spent together before I met him I grew to like her, a lot. So when she broke it off I was sad actually sad. I didn't remember the last time I had felt an actual emotion. I was to far into playing with Sherlock to stop but on the day of the fall, whether or not Sherlock had died, I made sure Molly wouldn't. I had guns on Greg, Mrs. Hudson and John, not Molly. I called her after the fall, she was surprised to hear from me. I told her that I had changed and that if she'd give me an actual chance I would never harm a friend of her's again. Thank God she believed me because she is the best thing that has ever happened to me." four angry sets of eyes stared at me as I made this speech. None of them believing a word I'd said, Molly just loved me more and Kelly remained neutral, but I knew it would take more than words to convince the others of my sincerity, because I was... am sincere.

I was slightly bored by my speech and decided to stay away from offending any of the other parties in the room, which, during my speech, had filled with awkward silence. Molly was still holding my had, which was a comfort, but what I really wanted was to go home. Alas we still had 10 minutes left.

"Okay, now that everyone has shared I will explain and give out your assignment for next week. You will each receive a different colored notebook and on the first page you will write all the things you love about you partner. Then on the second you will write down five things that annoy you so that Friday we can discuss them. Seeing as how none of you really want to be here I will pass out the journals and you may leave." With that she stood and passed out the different colored journals, starting with me. 

I got red the color of blood. Molly got pink the color of sweetness. Mycroft got green the color of money. Greg got yellow the color of fun. John got blue the color of sadness. And Sherlock got purple the color of sex. 

Having received our assignments we all stood and exited the room, I was last and bid Miss Standford a good day before piling back into the black limousine.