It had been a week since the Christmas party, and Sherlock Holmes was still brooding over the fact, that Molly Hooper's new beau Tom bore a striking resemblance to him; that it made the detective stop and consider two things.
One: That Tom could be the man who Moriarty had hired to pose as Sherlock to kidnap all those children last month. And two: Was Molly truly happy with Tom? Or was she compensating because she believed that the detective did not share her feelings?
Sherlock sighed. The only way he could get an answer to that question was to ask Molly, herself. So he got up and grabbed his keys, and said to John.
"I'm going to St. Bart's, please don't wait up," he told his friend.
"So are you going to tell Molly about Tom, do you think that's such a good idea?" John asked.
As the detective shrugged into his coat, he said, "I don't know until I try John." Under his breath, Sherlock whispered, "I have to make it up to her somehow."
John looked at his sympathetically, "Sherlock stop it. There is no reason for you to beat yourself up like this."
Sherlock gave his friend a small smile. "Thank you, John. But I would have to disagree. I was awful to Molly during the Christmas party and I have to make it up to her. She needs to know just what sort of man Tom really is."
John sighed. "Are you sure you know what you're doing Sherlock? I mean, truly know."
Sherlock nodded. "Don't worry, John. I know what I'm doing, I'll see you later."
Before John could say anything else, Sherlock opened the door and walked out into the afternoon sun.
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The Truth About Tom (A SHERLOCK FANFIC)
FanfictionFearful for her safety, Sherlock goes to Molly to tell her his theory about her new beau Tom. Only to discover that his pathologist is one step ahead of him. Set between series 2 and 3. Cover art is from Google Images. Artist unknown.
