Sherlock and John returned to their dormitories to quickly finish their homework for tomorrow, but were both distracted by a quiet tapping at the window. John let the owl in, and Sherlock untied the note around it's ankle.
                              "It's from James," he alerted.
                              "Why would James be sending you more letters?" John sighed.
                              "It's got to be about Molly," he decided, ripping the letter open.
                              John,
                              It's about time we spoke again. It's been too long.
                              Sherlock, since I wrote this to you, I know you'll be reading, but it's for your boyfriend.
                              You know Molly. You also know how she disappeared.
                              I don't want Sherlock to know this, because I want to prove that you can work things out by yourself, but you know where she is.
                              Come and get her when you want to, but be prepared for whatever comes next.
                              Ta-ta
                              - James
                              "John?" Sherlock asked cautiously. "What does he mean you know where she is?"
                              "I don't know, Sherlock," John replied. "And if I did, I can't tell you."
                              "No secrets, John. Remember?" Sherlock tried.
                              "He already has Molly, Sherlock! If I do something wrong, who knows if we'll ever see her again!" John snapped.
                              "So what? It doesn't matter if it's you protecting Molly, but I can't lie to protect you," Sherlock replied calmly. "Yeah okay, that makes sense."
                              "Wait no, that's not what I meant!" John replied.
                              "Then what did you mean, John. Because all I can hear is you not telling me what you made sure I told you!" Sherlock yelled. "I just wanted to protect you!"
                              "You did an amazing job at that Sherlock! I mean really. If I weren't for Dumbledore, I wouldn't even be alive." John retorted. "You never wanted to do it because of me. It was a puzzle! Sherlock Holmes doesn't have feelings. Or friends. He has puzzles to solve! That's all this ever was!"
                              "John!" Sherlock muttered, watching John turn to leave.
                              And with one final slam of the door, John was gone, leaving Sherlock to wonder what went wrong.
                              It's probably my fault. Most things are. 
                              I've never been able to keep a relationship for so long. 
                              The problem is me.
                              I can't even try to help without messing up.
                              And with his constant stream of thoughts, Sherlock started to believe them.
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                              Sorry this one was a bit short.
                              I honestly don't know what happened here. They were supposed to be getting along... They really were...
                              Still, I guess couples have fights, and really, it was going to happen at some point. At least it wasn't at the end.
                              anyway, i hope you don't hate me too much :/
                              
                                      
                                          
                                  
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Faults of the Fallen - Sequel to Impossible
FanfictionSequel to 'Impossible - A potterlock fanfiction'. After their eventful first year at Hogwarts, Sherlock and John return to their studies and stay ahead of their classes. It all seems to be going fine. Until the fifth year, which is when Sherlock beg...
