Do any of you watch BBC Sherlock? Cool. If you haven't watched season 4 episode 3 'The Final Problem' then you might not want to read this. It doesn't have spoilers per say, but It is better and makes more sense if you have watched it. (though Sherlolly is always cute no matter what)

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Two days after the events of the final problem.

Molly's POV

It's been a long day filled with paperwork, unpleasant coworkers, and dead bodies. Right now all I want to do Is relax on the couch with my cup of tea. It's been two days since Sherlock called me out of the blue, insisting that I say...... those words to him without question. That had been one of the most difficult moments of my life, I had dared to hope for a moment that maybe, just maybe, he had meant those words as much as I had, but I haven't heard anything from him since. I can't stand how he plays with my emotions, he knows I'll do anything for him, and he doesn't hesitate to take advantage of that, and I hate him for it, I hate him for leading me on one moment, and completely ignoring me the next. So why do I still care so much? Maybe I should just stop caring, maybe I should just ignore him. Come on you know yourself better than that Molly, you know that you would be at his flat in a heartbeat if he called. I shake my head trying to banish the thoughts of Sherlock from my head. I'll just read a book, that'll distract me. I go over to the shelf to pick out a book, when I hear a knock at my door. With an exhausted sigh I turn toward the door, putting a fake smile on my face in preparation for talking to whoever might be at the door. My smile instantly disappears when I open the door, and am met by the face of Sherlock Holmes. My heart goes into a nervous flutter, making me slightly queasy.

"S-Sherlock, what, what are you doing here?" He looks down at me with his icy blue eyes.

"I'm here to say i'm sorry." I'm taken aback by his words, Sherlock never says sorry.

"S-S-Sorry? Sorry for what?" He pauses, as if contemplating how to continue.

"Can I come in?" He finally asks, I open the door wide enough for him to come in, then close it behind us, when he turns back to look at me there is something different about his normally cold expression, something, sincere. "Do you remember when I called you two days ago?" He asks, seeming tense.

"Of course, how could I forget." I answer bitterly, his eyes seem to soften even more at my tone.

"I am, so, so sorry, for putting you through that, you have to know that that I would never have done it if it wasn't of the utmost importance. Will you let me explain?" I purse my lips, what case or experiment could possibly be so important to justify that. But I nod my head for him to continue.

"Thank you. I promise I will tell you the whole story later, but for now what's important is that she had me trapped, me and John and Mycroft, and she was testing and trying me like a lab rat. She told me she had placed bombs in your flat, and that she would detonate them if I couldn't get you to say......... to say those word within two minutes. I'm sorry, and I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, I didn't know what to say." When he finishes I have my hands over my mouth, shocked by the story he told me. I can't believe I thought he was just being a jerk.

"I'm so sorry Sherlock, I should have just believed you when you said it was important." I franticly apologise, tears threatening to fall, but sherlock stops me.

"No, no you don't have anything to be sorry for," He places a firm grasp on my shoulders prompting me to look up at him, "I have no right to assume that you will always be there at my beck and call, but you always are, and I can't possibly hope to deserve it." The tears break through and start to slowly drip down my face, but I still only half believe him, it could still just be some play he's putting on, some experiment he's running. But his eyes seem so sincere, I just have to hope for the best.

"I don't know why i'm crying." I say wiping my eyes with my sleeve, sherlock doesn't say a word, but pulls me toward him and wraps his arms around me. The action surprises me, but I wrap my arms around him in return. He continues to hold me, until I get my tears under control.

"Did you mean it?" I whisper against his shoulder, he pulls back so he can see my face.

"What?" I take a shuddering breath, and ask the question I need to know the answer to.

"I told you to say it like you meant it............ Did you?" The silence is suffocating and I can tell sherlock's mind is racing to find an answer.

"I," he chokes "I don't, know. I've always known how you felt about me, I suppose I never stopped to think about weather I felt the same, It was impossible, emotions were weakness. But now........." He trails off, the amount of emotion in his voice amazes me, I didn't know sherlock was capable of such emotion, he can't possibly be faking.

"But now?" I probe. He is silent for a long moment, knowing Sherlock I can see that he is evaluating himself, trying to deduce his own feelings. Suddenly he seems to come to a conclusion, and quickly begins,

"Molly I've always cared about you, that much must be obvious to you," I nod and wait for him to continue, "I would do anything to protect you, I suppose that's why I've always distanced myself from you, if anyone knew how important you were me then you would be a target, she knew me too well and targeted you anyway. I know it didn't seem like I cared, but I couldn't stand to see you bring around your newest boyfriends, people I knew would leave you more heartbroken as they found you. I know that i've done more than my share of that heart breaking, and once again I can't express how sorry I am, Frankly I don't know why you put up with me. But Molly I don't want to see you get hurt anymore. Molly I, I love you." My heart is racing, I've wanted to hear those words for so long, I heard them once before but this time I knew they were true as I looked into his eyes, pleading for me to believe him, they had to be true. I let out I breath I didn't know I was holding.

"I love you too Sherlock."

"Can you forgive me for being such a jerk?"

"Of course Sherlock," I place my head back on his shoulder, and he leans his head against mine, "Under one condition." I add.

"And what's that?" He asks, running a hand through my hair.

"Don't run off again, don't forget this, don't run off and solve cases and forget that I'm here waiting." He squeezes me tighter.

"Never, Molly, I promise." 

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