Molly stood against the wall of the morgue, her heart still racing. She had already seen Sherlock and sent her emotions into overtime. Keeping his secret was becoming very tiring and she didn't know how many more times she could look at John's dejected face and keep silent. With Moriarty gone Molly really didn't understand why Sherlock was still keeping up the pretense of his demise. Yes, the public thought he was a fake and even Lestrade had turned his back on him but surely he could sort all that out, being the genius he is. Nevertheless, Molly had promised to keep his secret and with how Sherlock had asked her it wouldn't been physically possible for to go against that. Her mind wandered back to that day when everything changed
Molly was ready to leave the morgue and indulge in a relaxing bubble bath when his deep voice sounded from the silence.
"You were wrong you know."
She instantly spun to look at the pained face those words had come from.
"You do count, you've always counted and I've always trusted you, but you were right"
He turned to her and she could see the sadness around him and knew something was really wrong. "I'm not ok"
"Tell me what's wrong" She said, wanting to do anything she could to help him
"Molly, I think I'm going to die." He said this as he turned fully and stepped toward her. These words made her sick to her stomach but instead of voicing her concern she decided to simply offer him her help.
"What do you need?" She would have done anything for him and he knew that.
"If I wasn't every thing you think I am, everything I think I am, would you still want to help me?" He stepped closer to her, increasing Molly's heart rate and causing her pupils to dilate. With barely any pause she asked
"What do you need?"
He moved closer still and looked deeply into her eyes and said clearly
Molly caught her breath and waited for him to elaborate
"I need to disappear for a while, I can tell you more later but for now I need to know you'll help me."
Molly looked up into his piercing blue eyes and simply said
Ever since then Molly had been putting her entire life on hold for Sherlock. She had essentially become his replacement for John by picking up groceries and catering to his every need. She didn't know how much longer this could go on before someone discovered the truth or she collapsed from exhaustion. Being the only one who knew the truth about Sherlock had it's serious disadvantages, although she secretly liked the fact that he depended on her and that he felt close enough to her to seek her help in the first place. As if her thoughts for Sherlock had drawn him in, John walked into the room. Molly jumped slightly and put on a half smile.
"Hey Molly, I was sitting at home alone and I figured you might want to grab some lunch."
He paused slightly before saying alone and Molly once again saw just how hard this was for him. She walked over to him and replied
"That sounds lovely John, I'll just get my coat."
She walked over to the closet and took that moment to collect her thoughts and mentally prepare herself. She met John at the door and they walked to a cafe nearby that they had visited before. John made small talk and avoided anything even close to the subject of Sherlock until he started talking about his shrink.
"She made me relive it all today. From when we first met till
He trailed off but Molly knew exactly what he was referring to. She looked down and reached out for John's hand and rested hers on top of his, offering him any comfort she could.
"I didn't think about it before but I realised today just how hard this must be on you. You knew him for longer than I did and cared for him deeply
He locked his hand with hers and squeezed it.
"I love him"
Molly blurted out without thinking before she corrected herself
"Loved..I mean loved. Sometimes I forget, you know? I can still hear him deducting every detail of my life in my head
"Yes, I do too, its like he's still here
Molly couldn't help to think He's closer than you think but her demeanor didn't falter as John looked back up at her. After then the conversation drifted back off into various pointless topics until finally John walked her back to the morgue and said his goodbyes. Molly bit her lip as he walked away, her guilt overcoming her as she returned to the wall she was previously leaning on and collapsed against it.