Say You Won't Let Go.

Fix You.

Hey yo everyone!!! I know what you must be thinking, that I was not gonna post until my board exams finishes blah blah blah. Well, I just couldn't resist myself. So enjoy the story!-RA

Lights will guide you home and ignite your bones and I will try to fix you.-Coldplay.

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Takes place before TLD.

Sherlock was pacing around the flat frantically, running his hand through his hair occasionally.
Mary is dead.
Because of me.
If I had stopped her from taking the bullet, she would have been alive.
John is devastated. Rosie lost her mother. John lost the one person he loved the most. All because of me.

Sherlock felt the need for a smoke. He started looking for cigarettes, but not able to find any he groaned and sat with a thump on his arm chair, clutching at his hair tightly. The moment he closed his eyes, he was back at the aquarium, Mary jumping in front of him, taking the bullet. Then John hugging her corpse, and the look he gave to Sherlock was a mixture of anger, despair and of a breaking heart.

"Ughhhhh!" Sherlock groaned again. He needed something stronger than cigarettes. Something which can bring his whirling thoughts to a stop. He took a deep breath. He noticed his hands were shaking.

Sherlock quickly stood up and wore his coat and scarf before heading down the stairs.

Bang

This time Sherlock groaned from the pain in his head as he had hit it while falling from the stairs. He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't saw his step and slipped.

Molly, knowing well that Sherlock wouldn't bother to open the door to his flat, entered without knocking. But as soon as she saw the sight of Sherlock laying on the floor just beside the last step of the stairs with blood on his forehead, she ran to his side.

"Sherlock!" She kneeled beside him. His eyes were closed, she examined the cut on his forehead he had obtained by falling from the stairs.
"Sherlock?" She called out in a low voice, caressing his hair.

Sherlock opened his eyes half way and looked at her, "I ruined everything, Molly." he said flatly, "Mary died because of me."

At that Molly's stomach dropped.
Oh Sherlock. She took Sherlock in her arms and hugged him tightly.

"I made her do this. It's my fault."

"Shhh, Sherlock. Your wrong. It's not your fault." Molly spoke softly.

"It is. Don't you see what I have done?"

Molly pulled back, so she was looking at Sherlock directly, "Listen to me, Sherlock. Whatever happened, is not your fault. It's nobody's fault. It was Mary's own choice. She decided to do it. So please stop blaming yourself." She said.

"But--

"No buts Sherlock, whatever happened, happened. You can't change it. So please stop it. We all care for you." She sighed, "I care for you."

"Okay" he nodded.

"Promise?"

"Promise." He nodded again.

"Okay then let's tend to the wound on your head." She said and with a sigh she got up.

"Molly" he looked up at her from where he was sitting on the floor, "thank you, for always being there for me whenever I needed you."

"It's my pleasure, I guess." She said and smiled down at him.

And he smiled back.

Maybe, this was something which he needed more than the cigarettes.

The End.

Well, this is kind of an AU.
PS: I wrote this before S4 came out.
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