A reflection

Time for two

Molly stood at her door. All that stood between her and an explosion of hatred from the man she loved was a single piece of peeling blue door. She lowered her hand to the shiny door knob and pushed in her key. She closed her eyes and remembered the final thing John said to her before he boarded the plane to go into hiding while Mycroft sorted things out. " Good Luck, just remember , he loves you "

She sighed and pushed open her door. Inside Sherlock was still lying on her sofa. The moonlight danced on his face highlighing every feature , the cheekbones, the tiny tiny freckles, the soft eyes and the cupid bow lips.

Molly moved silently towards Sherlock and saw his soft curls were lying over his face. She dropped her bangs and knelt down beside him. She watched as his chest rose and fell in a rymthic fashion. Slowly she reached up and pushed his hair out of his face. He looked so vunerable, so weak.

She watched him sleep as a small tear trickled down her cheek. She was now the only person he had. Molly slowly stood and without making a noise walked towards her room and changed into night clothes. She sat on her bed and pulled the duvet up. The warmth encompassed her and she slowly fell into a deep sleep. Just before she closed her eyes she set her alarm for 6 o clock to make sure she was awake for when Sherlock woke. She then closed her eyes and drifted into a deep sleep........

The alarm went off after what seemed like 5 minutes for Molly. She quickly hit the off button and sat up. It was a good job it was sunday , she would need all her energy for sherlock. Molly swung her legs out of bed and padded towards the living room wrapping a blue cardigan round herself. Slowly she opened the door and saw Sherlock was still asleep but he was slowly stiring. She quickly walked towards the opposite sofa and sat down just as those beautiful eyes locked with hers.

"Molly"

Sherlock slowly sat up, the effects of the drug still wearing thin on his sytem but he knew what he wanted to say.

"Sherlock before you start please "

"Molly how could you.."

"Sherlock listen to me please !"

Tears started to creep into Molly's eyes as she saw the hurt in Sherlocks eyes.

"Molly I thought I could trust you I thought you were my friend !!"

" Sherlock please listen to me"

"Why should I Molly , tell me WHY"

" I could'nt ... I was threatened "

" Threatened Molly ....Threatened ?

Molly took a shaky breath before she started to explain what had happened . This was going to be the end of their friendship for sure.

" itwasyoubrother"

Sherlock was confused , what had she just said?

"molly I didn't hear a word of that"

" it was Mycroft Sherlock, Mycroft told me that if I didn't get you out of there then I would not only "

Molly stopped as she watched Sherlock stand.

"You are telling me Miss Hopper" Sherlock uttered as the anger built up in his voice.

" you are telling me you only let me mourn over my best friend for just 2 minutes because of my brother"

Molly heard Sherlocks voice go scarily quiet .

"he tlod me that.."

This was it. The spark to light the fuse.

" YOU CHUCKED ME OUT OF THAT ROOM MOLLY BECAUSE OF MY BROTHER , BECAUSE HE TOLD YOU THAT YOU MIGHT , MIGHT LOOSE YOUR JOB. YOU MADE ME ABANDON MY BEST FRIEND BECAUSE OF MY BROTHER"

Molly stood about to run out of the flat. She knew he didnt know what had gone on, he didnt know what she had already sacrificed for him but she still felt angry. Still felt that he didnt deserve any love or sympathy

"It wasnt just my job Sherlock..."

" OH SORRY NOT JUST YOUR JOB , WHAT ELSE THEN MOLLY? HOW ABOUT YOUR PHD OR YOUR HOME OR HOW ABOUT LETS THINK YOUR BEST FRIEND!!! I CANT..."

Sherlock stopped. Molly had fallen to the floor. Her back to him but he could tell, tell she was crying. A wave of guilt washed over his heart. he knew how controlling Mycroft was and how scary he could be to everyone who had not grown up with him. He knelt down and hugged the soobbing patholgist.

" Im so sorry Sherlock" Molly spurted out inbetween sobs " He threatend to have me put on trial for treason , I could have been put in prision or even killed , I didnt know what to do she.."

Sherlock wiped away the tears with his sleves.

" I know Molly , you don't have to explain, Mycroft hasnt got a heart, I should know I grew up with him.... Im sorry I kicked off, John was my best friend , and Ive lost him."

This time it was Sherlocks turn to cry. Molly wrapped her arms around his shoulder. She could offer him words of comfort but the time was for silent mourning.

After a while she looked up at her wall and noticed a familiar orange glow.

" Sherlock look , its sunrise , its my favourite time of the day"

The pair spund round to the window to watch the sun rise over londons skyline.

" The sun rises on a new day without John , Molly , It rises on a new life , I must rise with it"

Molly hugged Sherlock and the pair sat down till the sun was fully risen. It touched Sherlocks face as it drew into a expression of acceptance that his best friend was gone and was not going to return. The light caressed Mollys face as she realised that she had not lost her friend and her secret love. Maybe the future was not going to be as bad as she thought.

Meanwhile....

John looked out of the plane that was taken him to new zealand at the sun that was setting on the horison.

" and there the sun sets on an old generation"

he thought to himself while a tear slowly ran down his cheek.

Sir , 5 more minutes and we shall be landing.....