Coming Back To You

Prologue

Sherlock was a nervous wreck. He'd been looking at a mirror trying to mentally prepare himself, but failing miserablely. He kept up the calm act until John was gone then he cracked.

I can't do this. No, I have too. But I can't. Yes you can. No, I can't. Yes you can, you have to, for Molly. Yes, I have too. I couldn't do that to Molly. I can do this

He stood up and took a deep breath. He put on his suit. I'll do it for Molly. Then the door opened.

"Oh John..." He stopped, looking at the man walking through the door way. He glared, "you"

"Hello Sherlock" said a familiar Irish accent. "Why are you here?" Sherlock said through gritted teeth. "Came to say I'm sorry, sentiment, marriage, isn't it boring? But don't worry, I've come to rescue you" He smirked.

"What do you want?"

"To save you from..." He gestured around, "...this."

"I don't need saving" Sherlock growled.

"But you do, Sherlock, you do. This is to boring, to obvious for people like us. You're becoming ordinary, you are ordinary, an angel. Like them, the boring people. But don't worry, I've put bombs around the wedding, if they try to stop you from escaping." Sherlock got the picture, if he doesn't leave, everyone will die. He pulled out a gun.

"What would happen if I shot you now?" He asked.

"That's the best part you see" He said playfully. "My pulse stops, the bomb goes boom" he sighed happily, then smirked.

"This is how I imagined it Sherlock, you're standing at the alter, flowers, love, happy rainbows, blah, blah, blah, as soon as little mousy Molly arrives, run. As fast as you can. I can't wait to see her heart broken little face" He giggled.

"Lets go with that plan, oh, and you're not telling anyone. Have a nice day." once he was out, Sherlock collapsed on the bed.

I have to do. I'd rather Molly alive and heartbroken then dead. The door opened.

"Hey Sherlock, it's time to go" John said, he stood up. "Sherlock, are you alright?" John asked concerned. Sherlock nodded, not wanting to talk to John, afraid that case his voice would cracked. They walked outside in silence. The service was held under a willow tree, near his parents house. Sherlock stood at the alter, John by his side.

Soon after the music started and Molly appeared. Sherlock tried to force himself to smile. He couldn't. He was trying to prepare himself for the inevitable. He tried not to look at Molly.

How could I do this to her? Sweet, kind Molly. she should have known something like this would happen. After what felt like forever she arrived at the alter. She was smiling, but there was concern in her voice. "Sherlock are you alright?"

He looked at her so sadly. Filled with regret and remorse, sadness and sorrow.

Then he ran. As fast as he could. He ran to his car and struggled to put the keys in the ignition with his trembling hands. Then he stopped.

Oh God. What have I done? Pour Molly, he pictured her shocked face, She won't face me ever again. Pour, pour Molly.

He sat in the driveway until he finally the shock had partially worn off. He drove to Baker Street. He opened the door to the appartment, made his way up slowly to 221B and opened his appartment. He walked into his room and collapsed onto his bed.

I'll kill Moriarty for this. I swear to God I will rip him limb from limb.

Later he heard knocking on his door. "Sherlock, you arse open up!" John yelled.

"Open up Sherlock!" Mary knocked on the door. He didn't reply. "Alright, I'm knocking it down the door" John said. "Stop!" Sherlock yelled. He got up and opened the door. He felt Mary slap him. "Calling you Sherlock will insult jerks everywhere" She said. "She didn't cry Sherlock. At least not at first. She so kind and you did that" John said. Sherlock said nothing. "You complete dick." John said walking out. Mary stopped in front of him. "I'll be back" She said threateningly. Sherlock groaned. He lost more then just Molly today.

A couple days later Molly made her desicen. She was moving to Canada. "I found a really good job" She insisted to everyone. But they knew the truth. Sherlock.

Weeks later Molly succsessfully moved to Canada. She setted in Toronto, Ontario and got a job as a pathologist. She stayed in contact with her friends in London, including Mary.

She just regretted not telling Sherlock.

Her name was Willow.