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My heart's home is you
The fiction I've dreamt of is finally reality with you
And you make me so happy that I'm scared to move
Honey I love, love you.
-“Fish” Clara C
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Molly couldn’t stop flipping the phone back and forth as she contemplated messaging either Anthea or Mycroft. It has been more than a week after breaking off the engagement and Molly felt more relaxed than she had been in the last few months. It felt as if the clouds have lifted and all her worries have disappeared. But at the same time, Molly had not contacted Anthea or Mycroft at all. She felt that it’s just not possible for her to just waltz back into his life again after breaking his heart last Christmas.
It’s a highly frustrating situation she is in and Molly misses him so much. She sighs. Matters of the heart are never simple and straightforward, are they? Just then, her phone rang, causing her heart to swell in anticipation. But a look at the caller ID disappointed her.
“Hello?” She picked up the call, trying to not let her disappointment show.
“Molly,” John spoke, then paused as he took a deep breath to compose himself before continuing, “Sherlock. Holmes. Got. To. Pee. In. A. Jar.” John sounded like he was talking through clenched teeth, his tone low and taut.
Molly’s face tensed up at the news, “Yes, I’ve got it, I will get the lab ready right now.” She responded and she heard the call ended with a click.
After the call ended, she simply stared at the phone before burying her face in her hands. She knew what John meant when he called her and she is simply dreading the results that she already had a vague idea of. He went back to his old habits again. And she wondered how Mycroft would take the news. Definitely not good.
The day couldn’t be worse. Molly thought.
And obviously, with Sherlock Holmes, the worse could only get worse.
“Is he clean?”
“Clean?” Molly turned to John as she angrily removed her gloves, her expression taut, asking in a sarcastic tone. She wanted to laugh so hard, clean? Sherlock Holmes is as high as a freaking kite.
She stood in front of Sherlock and to the surprise of everyone in the lab, she slapped him hard across the face thrice. “How dare you throw away the beautiful gifts you were born with and how dare you betray the love of your friends. Say you’re sorry.” Molly demanded, seething as Sherlock touched his cheek.
How dare you betray the love of your brother, how dare you. She silently thought as she continued to glare at Sherlock.
“Sorry your engagement is over. I am fairly grateful for the lack of a ring.” Sherlock commented nonchalantly as he wiped his cheek, unaffected by what just happened.
“Stop it. Just. Stop it.” Molly was boiling with anger as she demanded Sherlock to stop it. It is always a disaster with Sherlock. It always is.
“Oh please, just relax, it is just for a case.” Sherlock explained, clearly exasperated.
“What sort of case would need you to do this?” John questioned, not buying Sherlock’s explanation.
Sherlock ignored John as his phone beeped, he took a quick look at his screen before breaking into a smile, “Finally.”
“Finally what ?” Molly asked, still incensed, but curious at his sudden change in demeanor.
“Excellent news, the best. The game is on! Excuse me for a second.” Sherlock called out as he sashayed his way out of the lab with everyone staring after him.
John looked at Molly, perplexed. “I guess.. I will go after him.” He sighed as he scratched the side of his head.
Molly nodded and before John stepped out of the lab, she called out to him, “John! Wait!” As he stopped to look at her, Molly bit her lips. “This… You better call Mycroft to inform him about it. Though, I think Sherlock wouldn’t be too happy about this. It’s just … I thought Mycroft needs to know.”
John nodded in agreement, “Yes, I know. I would do it.”
“Don’t tell… Mycroft it’s me who asked you to do this.” Molly said, almost like a plea. She wasn’t ready to meet him yet.
Surprised by the request, John couldn’t figure out what was the right response in this situation and they stared at each other for a moment before John could finally find it in him to nod. “I will.” Then he looked at her now-empty finger. “You look much happier now.”
And with that, he left.
Molly touched the bare skin of her finger, no longer carrying the weight of a love she could never return. “Yes, I am happier now.” She spoke to no one at all, her voice barely a whisper. And if only I could find the courage to see him now. She sighed and returned to work.
And as with any day that is graced with the presence of Sherlock Holmes, Molly found her day becoming increasingly difficult by the minute. With all the paperwork suddenly piled on her by another coworker, Molly don’t think it’s possible for her to leave early today.
The only thing she wanted now, is to rest. But it's not likely that she would be getting the rest she needs.
Molly huffed.
By the time she was done, it was already late into the night and she found that the time ticked by really quickly when immersed in work. Her thoughts went to Mycroft, was this how he dealt with the aftermath of the disastrous break up?
She rubbed her face, trying not to think about it now. She needs a rest. Desperately. Away from all the craziness in her life.
But obviously, as Murphy’s Law says, whatever can go wrong, will go wrong.
Molly was walking back to her apartment when she saw the glow of the flames lighting up the night skies. Molly stopped walking, her heart rate accelerating as she realized that it was in the direction of her home.
“Please no.” She said in a small voice as she ran the distance leading up to her apartment. Her heart pounding in her chest as fear pulsated throughout her entire body.
“Let me through !” She screamed, struggling to shove through the crowd that had gathered. “I live here!” She struggled futilely against the restraints of the police officers as she helplessly watched the firefighters fight the blaze that seem to be unwilling to die out.
“Let me through!” She shrieked once more as she continued to fight the arms that are pulling her away from the fire. Molly knows this is irrational and not helpful to the situation at all. But watching her house burn up in flames, watching as the fire licked the place clean of all her possessions, all the mementos she kept from her relationship with Mycroft is much too agonizing for her to simply stand there and wait for the firefighters to put out the fire.
When she finally realize that no amount of fighting is helpful, Molly crumpled to the floor as her knees gave way. Molly had a hand on the ground and her other hand clutching her heart as she wailed in devastation, her back hunched.
I have nothing now.