Power over me (Sherlock and Molly Fanfiction)

3-Speechless

After Molly came to babysit Rosie, Sherlock tried calling her multiple times without getting any answer. John tried to talk Molly into making peace with Sherlock, which she refused for now. She said she needed time. John told Sherlock, but Sherlock was persuaded that she still wanted him to contact her, despite all the signs she sent him. 

"She told you to give her time, Sherlock."John said, turning to his friend.

Sherlock shrugged, sitting in his chair.

"No, she told you she wanted some time off. Not to me." John rolled his eyes. "Sherlock. I'm serious, don't rush her. This could get ugly." Sherlock scoffed:"Says the one who told me to make it up to her a few days ago and contact her." John remained silent, not knowing what to answer. A few moments of silence passed until John said: "Okay listen...You want to go and talk to her, you go. But don't expect her to fall back into your arms once more."

Sherlock was confused. "Why would you say that?" John took a deep breath, exasperated that his friend was this clueless. "Because...I might have a feeling that she grew tired of it"

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It was cold outside, we could sense that Winter was approaching slowly. The leaves were still orange on the ground when Molly took her lonely walks to work. When she was on her way to St-Bart's, she couldn't help but think about how mean he had been with her a few days ago. She hasn't spoke with him since then. And neither did he. He wanted to apologize so badly, he was so sorry, but he was sure that if he wanted to apologize or even try to talk to her, she would push him away. "I hurt her enough like that" he said to himself day after day. 

Molly loved Sherlock, but Sherlock only saw her as a close friend. Molly was emotional, Sherlock wasn't that much.

Even though they're different, they would never let each other down, and that's exactly what Sherlock is about to prove her. He was on his way to St-Bart's to apologize for his behavior. He was still really nervous, Sherlock didn't trust himself for these things. Emotions. When Sherlock arrived to the lab, he saw her. Her eyebrows furrowed together in concentration, she was looking into a microscope and sometimes into a binder beside her with some files. He found himself smiling at her image. His smile vanished as he took a deep breath and walked in the lab.

Molly whipped her head towards him and her concentrated expression was replaced by confusion. "What are you doing here, Sherlock?" she asked. "Isn't it obvious?" he mentally slapped himself for saying something so stupid. "Did you come here to humiliate me again?" she asked, pained. Sherlock winced at her words as he slowly walked towards her. "Molly, I came here to apologize." he said, relieved. Molly's expression changed from confusion to exasperation. 

"Not now Sherlock, I'm busy" she said. "Molly please..."Sherlock pleaded, reaching out for her arm. She yanked it out of his grip. "No! It's enough...I've had enough of your lies...Please leave me alone." she said. No answer. "Do you realize how many lies you've told? How many things you've asked?..."she could go on and on. She took a few step towards him, her face being inches from his. "Do you realize...how much you've hurt me?"she whispered, looking at him dead in the eye. Sherlock felt his chest tighten at her words. He nodded and took a step backwards.

"Molly, I came here especially because I realized all that..."he said. "I'm sorry Molls...terribly sorry."He took a deep breath and ran his hands through his hair. Molly crossed her arms on her chest and looked down, holding back tears. "You're the person that matters the most to me..."he got cut off by an angry Molly. "Let me stop you right there..."she said, pointing a finger at him. "I. am. not." Sherlock remained silent. "I'm not, stop telling me that I am, because that is not true. You know how much I love you, but in spite of that, I matter the most when you need me. I matter the most when I can help you. Especially, I matter the most when you can use me, even if this means to hurt me." 

Sherlock couldn't process what she had just said. It shattered him to pieces that Molly would think that. He looked down and put his hands in prayer, thinking about his friend's feelings. Molly sniffled "And Sherlock..."he looked up, pained. "I know I can't force you to love me, but I'm really done playing your games, so just let me work. Please." she said, tears streaming down her face. Sherlock turned around like a robot and just left St-Barts to go home. Sherlock was speechless for the first time in his life.

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"What the bloody hell were you expecting, Sherlock?" John asked, his hands running through his greyish hair.

"Okay, alright! No need to tell me that you told me so!"Sherlock shouted.

Both of the men stayed silent, sitting face to face, in their respective chairs.

"I don't know, John...I guess I just naturally expected her to fall right back into my arms. Like she used to do..."Sherlock sighed.

"Sherlock, Molly is not meant to be thrown away and being expected to come back every time you want. She is not meant to be a puppet and be played with. And if she told you to give her time and space, then you should really respect that" John said.

That was not what Sherlock wanted to hear, he wanted his friend back. He wanted her back.