Let Us All Make History

Betrayed By Human Instincts

Molly POV: "So he's been in there this whole time?" Molly whispered, looking at her watch in the darkness and seeing that it was well past midnight. She and Victor stood out in the hallway, draped in darkness and locked out of the bedroom that Sherlock had so cleverly charmed. The boy had disappeared most of the night, and instead of telling anyone where he had gone or what had happened he instead hid and barricaded himself inside his room. It was quite sad; actually, however Molly still wasn't sure what she was supposed to do now. Obviously Victor couldn't just sit outside in the hallway for the whole night, and surely she wasn't just going to let Sherlock mope around like a miserable sad sack, surely something terrible had happened.
"I came in and it was locked, I knocked and he just called out for me to leave him alone. I'm worried about him Molly." Victor admitted in a grave voice, getting down on his knees so as to try to peer through the keyhole. He was disappointed, however, when he saw nothing but darkness.
"What do you think happened? Did you see him leave?" Molly wondered nervously, looking towards Victor who just shrugged. Obviously he had no idea what was happening, and of course Molly hadn't the faintest idea either. Surely it had something to do with relationships; however she was quite sure he was overreacting. He had probably accidently smiled at John too long, or maybe he hadn't done his hair before John saw him, oh it was probably something annoying like that!
"Sherlock darling, are you alright?" Molly called into the door, knocking lightly and hearing no response. She sighed heavily, checking her watch again and seeing that five minutes had past. Still no sound from the other side of the room.
"Sherlock what happened? We're only here to help." Victor added, leaning up against the door frame so as to talk directly into the wood.
"Just go away!" Sherlock whined from inside the room, making Molly breathe something of a sigh of relief. At least they knew he was still alive.
"Sherlock this is childish, really what do you think you're doing hiding?" Molly called to him.
"I'm too ashamed, oh I'd rather be dead...I'd be better off dead!" Sherlock wailed, sounding as though he was rolling about his pillows even as he said that.
"Now Sherlock do not be so rash, I'm sure it's just a little problem that can be fixed! You do have a knack for over complicating things!" Molly insisted a bit harshly, for she hated it when Sherlock talked all suicidal.
"I'm being serious Molly, this isn't a joking matter I'm...oh there is no going back from this! I've ruined my life Molly, my very existence!" Sherlock cried.
"Stop being dramatic." Victor snapped, obviously not in the mood for hearing Sherlock's poetic self-loathing. There was a small silence, in which Molly had expected some sort of snarky comment from the other side of the door, however she was left hearing only her own breathing against the wood, and the ticking of the seconds on her watch, obediently telling them just how long Sherlock was prepared to brood.
"I'll only see Molly...Victor go away." Sherlock snapped. Molly sighed a breath of relief; however Victor threw his hands up as if he was always getting the short straw in these situations.
"Why not...?"
"Shush Victor, shush! It'll be fine; I'll take care of it." Molly interrupted, making sure Victor didn't ruin her chances of getting emitted into Sherlock's darkened moping festival. Of course letting one of them in without the other was rather pointless, for Molly would obviously just go to Victor and tell him everything so that he could keep an eye out for future complications; however she understood why Sherlock was being so touchy. When it came to personal situations Victor wasn't the best mediator, in fact he was very bad at trying to adopt someone else's point of view. And tonight Molly was almost certain the Yule Ball had something to do with it, and so coupled with Sherlock's miserable state she was quite sure this had to do with John. When Sherlock barricaded himself in after something like that...well it couldn't be good, that was for sure.
"Sherlock let me in please." Molly said politely, trying the handle until at last it came free. She opened it carefully, batting Victor away who was trying his best to get a peek into the darkened room, and slipping inside noiselessly.
"Oh Sherlock, you know how I hate it when you brood like this! It's not healthy." Molly muttered, shutting the door with a careful snap and stepping aside as Sherlock waved his wand at the latch, locking it from inside and falling back onto his pillows with a loud groan.
"I messed up my...VICTOR STOP LISTENING!" Sherlock yelled, yanking the door open with a spell only to send numerous stunning spells out into the light. Victor, of course, could only be seen as he darted away to the sitting room; however Molly clutched her heart and saw her life flash before her eyes all the same. She leapt at the door and pushed it shut, shuttering to think what the neighbors might be thinking if they were yelling at this hour.
"Keep your voice down Sherlock, honestly." Molly snapped, however she was rather thankful that Sherlock had scared Victor away. She knew that this wasn't going to be the boy's place at all.
"I'm sorry, I'm just so worked up Molly, I honestly think I don't ever want to leave this room again. And I can't go to the ball, that's for sure. I'll call in sick, I'll go home for the holidays, anything to get away from..." Sherlock shuddered, shaking his head in defeat and quieting before he clarified just what was wrong and what he was avoiding.
"Sherlock what have you done?" Molly wondered in a caring, motherly voice. She walked up to the bed and jumped up so as to sit next to Sherlock's little ball of a body, curled up in the corner in shame. She patted his shoulder and he just sighed heavily, stretching out before turning and letting his head fall on her shoulder with a sigh. He seemed very cold, trembling despite the sweat that was collecting on his brow. Trauma then...emotional trauma.
"I was with John Watson tonight...and I messed up. I messed up Molly, it was horrible! If you would've seen it you might've smacked me, that or you would've wanted to blind yourself, I almost died of humiliation I almost..."
"What happened?" Molly interrupted, getting much too anxious to actually hear about Sherlock's mistake after all of this build up.
"I kissed him." Sherlock breathed. "Well I tried to, God I didn't even get that far, I had his face in my hands and he fell out of my reach, he was fast Molly, he was disgusted with me."
"Mon Dieu...it's just like Reginald." Molly whispered, shuttering at the thought of it while trying to give Sherlock more of a side hug. She pitied him, but then again he really needed to stop putting himself in these situations! He simply had no self-control.
"But Molly he was asking for it, he really was he was being intolerable. He talked about the ball, he talked about what I might ask, he was helping me phrase the question and everything! And well, I sort of told him that I loved him and asked him if he would go to the ball with me, but then again he thought that I was just practicing for another time you know, for a girl? And he asked me who I loved and I just couldn't help it, he was beautiful Molly, so accessible! And so I went for it, half of me thought that he would be okay with it, half of me thought that he would kiss me back. I was so wrong, and now he hates me Molly, he hates me." Sherlock whispered.
"No he doesn't, oh Sherlock I'm sure he doesn't hate you he's just confused, that's all. Getting kissed so abruptly like that, well people aren't accustomed to that. Especially when it's between people of the same gender, and then it's just an element of surprise, it's rather a natural human instinct to pull away." Molly assured softly, trying to rationalize John's very obvious disgust. Now she knew enough about that boy to know that one attempted kiss wouldn't mean the end of the friendship, no of course he would brush it off carefully and understand, however that still wasn't going to help Sherlock recuperate from his mistakes. He would just think her optimism to be programed rather than realistic, obviously he would take it that she was just saying what she thought would cheer him up.
"It's a natural human instinct to be disgusted." Sherlock growled.
"No Sherlock, no he wasn't disgusted! I'm sure he was just surprised, that's all. He's a rational guy, he'll understand I'm sure, but you can't hide from him until then. You need to approach him, you need to explain..."
"I'm never going to look him in the eyes again!" Sherlock declared fearfully.
"Well that might be kind of hard, considering you compete in the same tournament and I'm not dating his best friend." Molly muttered, getting a flare of excitement in her heart at the mention of Greg. She pushed that feeling away, however, for she knew that it wasn't her time to gloat about her own romantic success, but rather mourn over Sherlock's romantic failure. This was just more proof that relationships were twice as difficult when you were gay.
"I can try, honestly I can try." Sherlock grumbled, making Molly shake her head in annoyance.
"You're being too hard on yourself." She said flatly.
"I'm being realistic! Molly you know John, you know he'll be nice but he'll be scared all the same! He's not going to understand...they never understand." Sherlock growled.
"I understand, Sherlock, I understand better than most. I've seen you struggle through all of these relationship problems, seen you fall in love and fall apart, Sherlock this could be your opportunity to step out of your comfort zone. It's not time to hide from love it's time to chase after it, be persistent! Maybe he doesn't love you now, but what better opportunity is there to try? You'll never see him again after this year, you can jump for his heart and miss as many times as you want, what does it matter? You've just got to try." Molly insisted, shaking Sherlock's shoulder excitedly to which the boy just groaned, shaking his head miserably.
"But I love him Molly, it's not just a crush I really do love him. And if he hates me..."
"If you don't give him a second chance then how do you know if he hates you or not? You're good at making up other people's emotions, Sherlock. I'm sure you're imagining these as well." Molly insisted.
"He flung himself away from me, Molly I'm sure if we were on the edge of a cliff he'd have thrown himself off of it." Sherlock grumbled. "Then again, I might have as well."
"Now stop being so dramatic! Cut that out Sherlock, honestly you're being a child!" Molly insisted. "I'll drag you by your ear to that Gryffindor dormitory if you don't stop moping!"
"Molly I've got no other options, what am I supposed to do?" Sherlock whined.
"I just told you what you're supposed to do! Now am I really going to have to bring you there at this time of night, wake everyone up just so that you can go apologize?" Molly wondered.
"No, no. I'm fine. I'll be fine." Sherlock assured quickly, nodding his head as soon as she realized that she was serious. In all honestly Molly had almost hoped it had escalated to that, that would make to be quite an exciting night indeed, dragging Sherlock along and getting to see Greg and all his little friends. Of course Sherlock might melt in humiliation, but then again that would be an additive if anything.
"You'll be fine." Molly agreed with a little smile, hugging Sherlock closer so that he could snuggle up against her shoulder like he liked to. He was such a little teddy bear when he was upset, especially when he was having romantic troubles. He just liked to cuddle, and of course Molly wasn't going to deny him that. She liked to cuddle as well.
"Don't tell Victor." Sherlock mumbled, making Molly smile a little bit.
"I won't tell him if you don't want me to, but I honestly think he'd do a good job in helping calm you down." Molly muttered, patting Sherlock's head to which he just breathed slowly, nestling even deeper into her shoulder.
"He'll be jealous, he'll lash out again. I've told him a hundred times that I don't love him, that I've never loved him." Sherlock insisted in a breath.
"And how has that gone then?" Molly wondered calmly.
"Terrible. He's woken up in my bed every day this week." Sherlock grumbled with a shake of his head.
"He's...Sherlock!" Molly exclaimed, gasping in horror as she tried to determine what he meant by that.
"No, not...no he just likes to kiss me; there's been nothing like that. But he won't leave me alone, and he's being more and more persistent. I tell him that I hate him and yet he continues to just bombard me until I have no choice but to comply, it's almost frightening. I don't want to be with him, I love John and he knows that it's just that he chooses to ignore it." Sherlock whined. Molly took a deep breath; letting her head fall almost shamefully as she patted Sherlock's shoulder once more.
"You can't let him do that. Sherlock you've got to tell him that no means no, you've got to tell him. I don't care what he feels for you, if you don't return his feelings then he has to right to kiss you or be jealous when you branch away from him." Molly said flatly.
"I know, I know." Sherlock agreed quietly.
"I'll tell him, if I must. In fact we can pretend that tonight's episode was based entirely off of that. It would give us a good excuse to bring it up, and a good way to hide what really happened with John." Molly offered.
"Thank you, Molly. Thank you. It's just been too hard lately, and now with this I'm just...it's just been too hard." Sherlock admitted in a defeated breath, sounding almost close to tears as he whimpered against her shoulder.
"I'll help you through it, Sherlock. We all will." Molly assured quietly. Sherlock thanked her in his own way, through silence. He didn't say anything and yet he seemed to relax, his shoulders grew less tense and his breathing slowed, he seemed to ease into her touch even more, blinking slowly until finally Molly suspected that he had fallen asleep. She had no other option but to recline him down onto his pillows and cuddle up next to him, letting Sherlock drape his long arms around her shoulders for comfort. He was still trembling, almost as if his troubles had followed him into his dreams, and as she felt him shaking and breathing she felt an overwhelming amount of pity. The poor boy, he had been through so much and yet it seemed as though he had developed even worse problems for him to conquer. Now with Victor's persistence and John's refusal, well his heart was being torn in two directions, neither of them good! It wasn't good what Victor was doing, and Molly knew that Sherlock would have no way to fight back. He was never abrasive enough to deny anyone anything, and Victor was not caring enough to realize that. He would take until he couldn't get anything more, and then he would sulk off and complain until somehow he got a fresh supply somewhere else. Molly was worried for Sherlock, not just for his physical safety but for his mental as well. She knew that Sherlock wouldn't say no, and so Victor would think that maybe because he was able to get a kiss he would be able to get something more. Maybe soon it won't be as innocent as Sherlock had promised; maybe it would veer into the more criminal side of unrequited love. Molly would have to put an end to that for sure, no she could not have her poor Sherlock getting forced into things he didn't want to do, that was completely barbaric and entirely out of the question. This was something she would have to address, if not it would get out of hand, it would get worse. As for John's rejection, well that wasn't very surprising considering the circumstances. Even with Reginald, well the boy had ended up falling in love with Sherlock as soon as Sherlock had decided to move on and fall in love with someone else. Their disgust was always short lived; it was a side effect from the shock and the initial affect from the rationalization. Boys didn't like to fall in love with other boys; they deemed it unhealthy and all together unethical. However they let the idea simmer for a while, they let it process...and suddenly it didn't sound all that bad. In fact, suddenly they began to think of Sherlock in a different light, in a more romantic light, more rebellious light. They began to think that whatever the side effects were of being gay, well they might be worth it after all. And Molly could sleep well knowing that those very ideas were being turned over in John's head. He was probably lying awake right now, thinking about Sherlock, about the poor boy with tear streaks down his perfect face. He was probably thinking about him now, and thinking that maybe he would just be worth it.