The Woman Who Counted (A Sherlolly Tale)

Chapter 22

• AUTHOR'S NOTE: This chapter has been edited. Scroll to the scene at Bart's to see it. I've put it in bold. •

(Third Person POV)

            "Sherlock," Molly said as she approached him. "Why didn't you just tell me?"

            "I thought you'd be angry with me." Sherlock told her.

            She grabbed his hands. "I am angry. I'm incredibly pissed off."

            "Molly–" Sherlock started..

            Molly let go of his hands. "What the hell am I doing?"

            "Molly, I–"

            "Why the hell didn't you just come to me?"

            "You would have left me."

            "Why would you say that?"

            "Because you did last time!" Sherlock shouted.

            Molly was quiet for a moment before she spoke again. "You think I'd do that to you again?"

            "Why not? "Sherlock crossed his arms.

            "I was young," Molly told him. "I was scared! I didn't know what to do!"

            "You could have stayed with me!"

            "Do you think I wanted to leave you?" Molly shouted.

            Sherlock was silent.

            "Why would I have wanted to?" Molly continued. "You were my only friend, and god, I loved you!"

            Molly waited for Sherlock to say something, but he stayed silent.

            "And you didn't care," Molly was angry, and Sherlock could tell that she couldn't control what she was saying. "You never cared!" She punched him in the stomach. "After all I did for you," Another punch. "And you never said thank you! You were never thankful!" She pushed him back a few feet. "I could have gotten raped, even killed in all the places I dragged you from!"

            Sherlock didn't think. He just grabbed her by the lapels of her lab coat and pulled her to him, crushing his lips to hers. Slowly, he moved one hand to her cheek, and the other to the small of her back. After a few seconds, she wrapped her arms around his neck. Time went by, and when their lips finally parted, Sherlock couldn't tell how long it had been.

            They stared at each other for minutes; Molly looked confused, and Sherlock wasn't showing any emotion.

            Finally, Sherlock broke the silence. "Who said I never cared?"

            Molly stared at him for a few moments before grabbing him by his lapels, and pulling him into another kiss.

 

            "Isaac?" Sherlock woke up from his dream to the sound of a familiar voice. "Isaac Whitney?"

            Who was speaking?

            Sherlock stilled. Where was he? What happened?

            The voice spoke quietly. "Isaac?"