Finally, He's Mine. - A Sherlolly Fanfic

Chapter Two

The cab ride to 221B was fairly tense, why did he want me back at his? Surely he wasn't expecting, no he couldn't be; it's only the first date, but we have known each other a long time. No, he wouldn't want that, I'm not even one hundred per cent sure he's ever done it before. Thoughts were whirring through my head I couldn't help but begin to panic slightly. I looked out of the window and took a deep steadying breath. I mean would it be such a big deal, after all, you have wanted this with him for a long time, Mol. I shook my head and turned to look at him, he looked so happy, in fact I don't think I'd ever seen him look that happy. I couldn't help but smile at him, he always had that effect on me.

"Here we are." He jumped out of the cab and paid for the journey, once again I offered some money towards but he refused.

"Good evening, John." He said cheerfully as we entered the flat.

"Hello, Sherlock good...oh I see you've brought Molly back with you." John said, almost in a suggesting manner.

"Well yes we were on a date I had to bring her back isn't that what people do?"

I stood behind him, my bottom lip trembling; I think deep down I knew that he didn't really want me here.

"Bloody hell Sherlock, you can't say things like that, it's hurtful. Are you okay Molly?"

"Yes thank you, I think I'll just yeah do that." I pointed towards the door and made my way back down to leave.

I could hear footsteps behind me so and assumed they belonged to Sherlock so I just carried on.

"Molly" I could hear him ask tentatively, oh it was John. I looked round and smiled. "You do know he didn't mean all that stuff he just said don't you?"

"That's the thing John, I just don't know anymore, I'm so used to him saying things like that about me that I just think he always means it," a single tear rolled down my cheek, "and if I'm honest I'm bloody sick of it." I stood there feeling numb not knowing how or what to feel anymore.

"Yeah, we all get a bit sick of his attitude and lack of tact but come back up at least give him another chance, should've seen him today. I probably shouldn't tell you this but he was going out of his mind with nerves, even insisted that we have a rehearsal date so I could point out where he was going wrong."

"R-r-really?" I stuttered

"Yes, Molly, really, he was really hoping to finally make a good impression on you after treating you like dog crap for the past couple of years."

"I suppose I could give him one last chance."

We made our way back up to the flat and I saw Sherlock sat in his chair, looking as if he was deep in thought over something. John cleared his throat and moved to the side so that he wasn't stood right in front of me.

"Oh, Molly, you came back." The relief in his voice was flattering.

"Yes, but don't think that I won't leave again if you so much as think about saying something offensive again because I bloody will, Sherlock!"

"Right, I think I'll give you two some space. Night, Molly, Sherlock." John left the flat to go to the pub or somewhere I presume.

"Night, John." We said in unison.

"Now that he's out the way we can have a proper conversation. Would you like another drink Molly?"

"Ooh yes please, I'll just have whatever you've got I'm not fussy."

Sherlock came back and placed two glasses on the desk and poured us both a drink. He handed me a glass and smiled down at me.

"Look Molly, I know it's only been one date but," he paused almost as if he was trying to process what he was going to say, my heart was racing what was he about to say to me, "but I really think that the two of us have something, I me.."