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This story is inspired by this pic I found on instagram.-RA
Molly hesitated before knocking on the door of 221B, Baker Street. Today was not a normal day, today there will be no two best friends running around London catching criminals, today there will be no hustle and bustle at Sherlock's place for a new case. Because, today was the death anniversary of Mrs Rosamund Mary Watson.
Sherlock opened the door with one hand while holding Rosie in the other. He was all ready to go to the cemetery, but there was something with the look he gave to Molly. He didn't have a sad look on his face, instead he had a worried look on his face. Wait, where is John? Molly thought. But before she could say anything, Sherlock spoke, "Molly, I need you. Would you take Rosie with you? John is a bit sad. But don't worry, we both will meet you at the cemetery." without any audible emotion.
Molly hesitated a little before taking Rosie into her arms, "Okay Sherlock, I'll be waiting." She said, before turning around to take a cab.
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It's been half-an-hour, but John and Sherlock were still not at the cemetery. Sighing, Molly took her phone out of her pants pocket and dialled Sherlock's number. Holding Rosie still in her arms, who rested her head on her godmother's shoulder, while sleeping.
"Molly" came the familiar baritone from her phone.
"Sherlock, where are you and John?"
"Molly, I--"
Crash
Molly's head shot up, "Sherlock, What was that?" her voice was filled with concern and confusion, after she heard the sound of something crashing, on the other side of the phone line.
"Nothing, John is not in his best condition today." Sherlock deadpanned.
"What happened to him? Is he alright."
"Of course he is not alright, its his wife's death anniversary"
"Sherlock" she said in a tone between anger and concern.
Crash
"SHERLOCK? Where is my daughter? Where is MARY?" Molly cringed when she heard the sound of something breaking, but what scared her more was the angry shout from John.
"Sherlock, what's wrong? Tell me." by now she was visibly panicking.
"Molly, I think you and Rosie should stay out for a little while more."
"But why?"
"Just stay out for a while, please." before Molly could protest, Sherlock hung up.
She sighed exasperation. Even after they were in a relationship, Sherlock still felt the need to play the hero and not tell her if something bad was happening.
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As soon as Molly reached Baker Street, she opened the door of Sherlock's flat, but was met by one and only Mycroft Holmes, who raised his eyebrows at both her and Rosie.
"Mycroft, is everything alright in here?" she said, panic again building inside her.
"Miss Hooper, Miss Watson," Mycroft said to the sleeping infant, Molly was carrying, "John drank more than he is used too, probably because he is mourning his dead wife, and got violent. He started throwing things around and even hit my brother. But, my men got the situation under control, now he is resting in his old bedroom." Mycroft said it, in his usual tone. But, it was enough to make Molly's eyes widen in shock. Molly even clutched Rosie tighter in her arms. How could John do that?
After a moment of silence Molly snapped out of it and quickly rushed inside to climb the stairs. When she reached the lounge, she gasped the sighed in front of her. The man she loved was there on his arm chair, his face and hands covered in cuts and bruises.
"Sherlock?" she exhaled, before quickly laying Rosie on the couch, then walking to Sherlock's side.
"Molly, li--"
"No, keep quite. Let me tend to your wounds first." She quickly got the first aid box from the kitchen and started examining Sherlock's wounds.
"Don't say a single word now, I mean it." she said to Sherlock in a demanding tone.
After a while, when Molly was finished examining and bandaging the little wounds on Sherlock, she stood up again, directly in front of Sherlock, while folding her arms across her chest.
"Sherlock when we expressed our love to each other, didn't we also promised that we both will always be together in all the difficulties we will face? Why didn't you tell me at the first place, that John was drunk? That he was too angry to see what he was doing." She spoke in a soft, controlled voice.
"I had to keep you and Rosie safe. John was out of control. Don't you see?" Sherlock gestured to the whole room.Then Molly noticed that all the things were littered around. The cushions, books, Sherlock's skull 'Billy' and many other things were fallen here and there. She was too shocked to see Sherlock that she didn't notice the state of the room.
"Sherlock, you could have called someone." she pleaded.
"I apologise Molly Hooper." Sherlock looked down.
Molly then held Sherlock's hand and placed a kiss on top of it, making Sherlock look at her again. "Next time call me or Lestrade or anybody you know, for help." She looked directly in his eyes, then closed them to place another kiss on his hand, "I love you."
"And I love you, Molly Hooper."
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