Settle Down (Sherlolly fanfic)

The Flat

Molly's POV

It was dark, so I came back to my little flat. As I walked in my door, I felt a soft, furry creature brush gently past my leg.

"Oh, hello Toby," I smiled. Talking to the cat. I'm losing it now. My small smile faded when i realised that i really was losing it, and so I went to put down my stuff.

I sat down on my armchair with my freshly made tea and turned on the TV. My eyes wearily watched the screen, but my mind was on Sherlock. No. Don't let yourself think about that. Soon I couldn't see the screen properly through the blur of my tears. Toby strolled up and sat on my lap.

"Oh, Toby. What am I going to do?"

Toby just looked at me sleepily, annoyed to be stirred. I sat there for a while, blanking my mind. I stood up, and went to splash some could water over my tear stained face. I looked at myself in the mirror and sighed. No different. Just as I was about to head off to try and sleep, I heard a knock on the door. I looked at my watch. 11:12pm. Who... I grave up on guessing and walked over to the door.

Irene's POV

I cleared my throat as I waited for Molly to answer. Hopefully John grave me the right address. He did look rather...well, surprised, to see me. It was the right one though. Molly opened the door with an incredulous expression.

"Irene..." her voice trailed off. I smirked.

"Hello Molly," I said politely with a smile. She had been crying, and I could hazard a guess as to why.

"May I come in?"

"Oh, yes, of course!" she stuttered, leading me in. The place hadn't changed much from the last time that I had been here, when I needed her to fake my death. I chuckled thinking about why I was here now.

Molly's POV

I honestly didn't know what could have brought Irene here. I knew all about her and Sherlock. And about her...work. I didn't know why she would need me for anything. Last time she was here she needed her death to be faked. I assumed that that wasn't the case today. I invited her to sit down.

"Sorry about the mess..." I mumbled, quickly tidying things up a bit.

"You saw him, didn't you? Sherlock. The day he fell." she asked me out of the blur. I was taken aback.

"Uhm, yes..." I said quietly. Don't cry. Don't cry.

"Tell me, Molly. Are you sure that it was him?"

"Well, who else could it be?" I snapped without meaning to. She just gave me a look of sympathy.

"I know exactly how you feel, Molly" she said in a small voice.

I looked at her. Her blue eyes were sincere.

"Because I have to talk to you about Sherlock."

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