It's always Been True.

Is this For Real?

Molly woke to light streaming into her bedroom and a feeling of nausea.  She quickly got up and ran to the bathroom without a second thought . She had no time to even think about anything in that moment. All she knew was that she felt so sick and miserable.

As she knelt down on the cold bathroom floor she hung her head over the toilet and regretted eating last night. Her hair hung in her face and she knew she was an utter mess .

Suddenly she felt a hand pull her hair back from her face and hold her hair up as another wave of sickness hit her, at this point she wasn't sure if she was hallucinating the hand holding her hair up or not. When she finally looked up from the toilet she saw his tall figure knelt down beside her holding her hair in one hand.

"I would say Good morning but it seems it's not for you." Sherlock said trying to make light of the situation.

"Hi .....um...listen Sherlock,  you don't have to do this . I understand how this could complicate things for you. You don't have to ..." Molly was quickly cut off by Sherlock helping her up and embracing her.

" You see me for me, Molly Hooper I should have never ignored my feelings all these years . I may be a sociopath but as you once said maybe it's just your type. " He said pulling away and holding her gaze with his beautiful eyes. He gave a weak smile and handed her a cup of ginger tea he had sat on the bathroom sink for her.

"I did this to you.....let me at least be man enough to take care of the mother of my children." He said as he touched her face gently and walked back into the bedroom.

How did things end up like this? It felt like something out of one of her dreams she had. Sherlock finally let himself become vulnerable around her.

Suddenly Molly's phone beeped and she walked into the bedroom by her bedside table to look at the message.

"Molly, he was gone all night apparently and still is . Have you sent a text to him? He didn't look good when he left." John's text read

Molly completely forgot to tell John about Sherlock being at her flat. She quickly sent him a text back explaining the situation and  telling him that Sherlock was with her. As she sat the phone down she realized Sherlock had been sitting on the bed watching her the entire time . His clothes were wrinkled and he was obviously scruffy from the days without shaving.

" Do you need to borrow the shower? I don't mind. It's just,.... it's just you look a bit rough. " Molly said hesitantly.

Sherlock smiled a bit and stood up as he contemplated her question. He did need a shower and it didn't take a detective to deduce that .

" Yes, thank you. May I borrow a razor as well? I may as well look somewhat presentable I suppose." He said Flatly like he normally does when he is contemplating.

Molly nodded her head and went to the closet for towels.  When she came back Sherlock was almost undressed standing beside her bed in nothing but a pair of boxers. She quickly looked down and handed him the towel.

"Molly, there's no need to be shy now.....we obviously have seen more than our fair share of each other , or you would not be in your current state." He said as he took the towel from her and stated as he saw how she was reacting.

"I ..I know that, it's just , I believe we may have been drunk when it happend. So I don't remember too many details." She said giving him a shy smile.

"You were drunk, I chose not to be as inebriated as you thought. I remember it very clearly in fact. So ....Molly Hooper,  don't doubt for a second that what we did was a mistake. " He said  walking closer to her and lifted her chin to look at her.

She looked up at him and saw that he was smiling at her. He then bent his head down and planted a slow soft kiss on her lips before heading into the bathroom.

Molly sat there for a bit contemplating what he had just said. She realized she wasn't paying too much attention to how much Sherlock was drinking that night. She may have had 4 drinks but he could have had only one and she would not have known.

This man drove her crazy, but she knew that he would always be her type.