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G A W D

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Liquor and Unsaid Truths

(continuation)

P.S : Please do read the story before this. 

Sherlock walked pass the hall of the laboratory. His steps echoing around snychronizng with his thoughts. He reached the outside and the cold gush of wind welcomed him. Tiny particles of snow gently fell from the sky, creating small mounds of white snow on the ground. 

He reached out for his phone in his pocket. The light emitted from the screen made him squint his eyes.

2 missedcalls: John Watson

1 message:  Mummy asked if you’re dropping by tonight.

                    M.  He almost forgot that there will be a dinner for the whole fammily tonight. John and Rosie would be there too along with Mrs. Hudson. It would be a complete celebration but he’s not quite sure if he wanted to come. He wanted to, but there’s something that’s been bothering him for a while. It’s been a year since the incident with Eurus happened. It was a tough time for them after all of that. But he was quite thankful that things are slighlty falling into places, not entirely but they are getting there.

He looked around the quiet streets of London and gave out a sigh. He puts back his phone in his pocket and took out a cigarette. Clipping it on his lips he slightly leaned to lit it. He closed his eyes, inhaling the toxic substance numbing his thoughts. He can’t deny the fact that it’s better than those damn nicotine patches. 

Exhaling a cloud of white he looked back to see a small figure standing by the building’s exit. 

Molly’s eyes are darted straight at him.

“Shit.” He muttered throwing the cigarette down the white pavement. Stepping it  in one foot as fast as he can, amber melting against the snow. 

Molly walked closer, she was wearing a brown coat, her red checkered scarf draped around her neck. Snow particles falling on her auburn locks. 

Based on her scowled look, Sherlock would hear an earful. 

“I see that you’re done.” Sherlock diverted his gaze on the streets, stuffing his hands inside his coat pockets.

“And I see that you’re back at it again.” Molly retorted walking past Sherlock. 

Sherlock watched her walk past him a bit surprised that she didn’t said anything more than that. She was silent and it tugged on Sherlock’s thoughts. For a mere second, he thought it wasn’t Molly he’s talking to. She never ignored him.

Molly halted looking back at him, “Are you going to stand there all night Mr. Holmes?”

It was silly but Sherlock felt like a kid with a little surprise lighting up his insides. 

But his face contrasted, blank and nonchalant, “I thought you’re having some important business tonight.” He cleared his throat.

Molly shook his head, “That doesn’t mean you can’t walk with me for a while, would you?” She tilt her head as if waiting for him to move.

Sherlock straightened his coat and walked closer to Molly.

It was silent.

They were walking down the cold pavement of London, there was no words but both can sense the roaring thoughts of one another. They walked past a coffee shop with old lovers talking, fingers enterwined in the sides of their hot coffees. 

Molly looked at the side to see Sherlock looking at the same thing. Their gaze met and awkwardly enough they tried to face front, trying to walk as normally as they can.

“You know,” Molly breathed out, eyes looking at the pavement, “I wasn’t really going anywhere.”

“I know.” Sherlock stared at Molly, she was facing down as if shielding her emabarassment, “I always know.”

He smirked then kept a straight face just as Molly had the audacity to look at him. 

Molly’s eyes gazed on his dark locks falling just along the line of his ears, the soft lines in his face that managed to appear through the years, and his sharp features that were sophisticated under the dim streets. 

He’s a piece of art. Not just his looks, but the whole entity of him. The Sherlock beside her right now. 

She can feel the blood rushing in her face making her quickly divert her gaze, Bloody hell, I’m too old for this. 

“But how?” She tried to ask, “is it beacuse of my hair? my voice? my face?” she joked. 

Sherlock’s brows knitted. For a second he was about to say the obvious,  that her heart was beating fast as little accumulated sweat formed on her forehead when she said she’s going somewhere, along with the tapping rhythms of her fingertips as they try to converse minutes ago in the laboratory, the tensed eyeball twitches from time to time, and the stiffness of her gestures as she tried to continue her work besides the fact that she was lying. He knew she was lying.

But he waved it off, “Because you refused.”

Molly was confused for a second, “Refused? What do you mean?”

“You’re avoiding me, that’s why you refused to Mum’s invitation.” He stated remembering him chocking on his coffee when Mrs. Hudson told him that his mother invited Molly. 

Molly was caught off guard. Why would he open this up?

“I’m not, I just have a lot of things to do.” Molly reasoned the most valid thing she can remember.

“You’re lying again.” 

Molly tried to compose herself, “Ok I get it,”

They reached the park and Sherlock immediately sat on one of the benches, his legs crossed, one hand resting on the back rest of the bench, the other gesturing her to sit down, “Please,”

She sat down giving out a breath, “I was avoiding you.”

“It’s because of the phone call, ” Sherlock said after seconds of silence. He was cautious. They hadn’t talked about it since it happened. John explained everything to Molly but they weren’t able to talk about it. Both of them were holding back and tonight, they ran out of reason to dodge the topic. 

“Yes.” With out hesitation Molly replied, looking at Sherlock who’s intently looking at her, “It’s because of the phone call Sherlock.”

“And it’s what you’re trying to tell me at the lab, isn’t it?” Sherlock asked his gaze fixed at Molly’s.

 “Yes.”

“Look Molly, I’m sorry,” He looked at her and her hands are in tight fist, jaw clenched. 

“Don’t say that.” Molly’s face was hinted with dissappointment.

“Say what?” Sherlock was  in complete belwilderment.

“That you’re sorry,” Molly’s eyes are already gloomy, water ready to trickle down from the bay of her eyes. She tried to compose herself but Sherlock can see her trembling from the inside, 

“Hearing that from you makes me feel stupid for liking you all these years... I tried to move on Sherlock, I tried.” she breathed out a sarcastic laugh that contrasted her now tired and red eyes. 

“But whenever I do, I end up still thinking about you.. Whatever I said in that phone call is still true.” She hates how much of a fool she is when it comes to Sherlock. One day she’d be telling herself that she’s over him and yet feel giddy and somehow happy in Sherlock’s prescence. She was always like that, contented on helping him out. If that means, that’s the only way she can be with him. Her world doesn’t revolve around him, but she can’t deny it’s quite not complete without him. 

 Molly can feel her heart beat almost running out from her chest but the ache she was holding in for so long seems to lighten. She’s finally saying what she wanted to for all these years. 

Sherlock was silent. Molly looked away wiping away her tears, drying her fingers in the outskirt of her coat, composing herself once again “I.. I just want to say it to you. We’re too old for this and I thought I should be honest.”

“I was in a tight situation Molly,” Sherlock muttered after a long strecth of silence, gaze fixed across the empty street, “You were in danger and I-”

“Would you still say it if I wasn’t in danger?” she asked, her features softening up a bit. Sherlock can picture the desperation and hurt in her eyes even if he’s not looking. The situation reminded him of the phone call. Her voice reminded him of how fragile she was  on that state and how much pain Eurus had cost to both of them. 

To her.. how I’ve hurt her.

Molly waited but Sherlock was silent.

She shook here head, straightened her coat and stood up. She looked down at him, piercing blue eyes holding hers. 

“Thank you for the walk Mr. Holmes,” she forced a smile, “ please greet everyone for me.” 

She turned around and felt ironic how an adult like her can still be stood up in such manner. 

Sherlock was still seated, his gaze following Molly as she went out of the park’s fence, tugging down on her scarf as she arranged it. Besides his silence was a storm of thoughts and he can’t utter a word of it.

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Molly looked at the bottle of liquor in her hands, streak of light hitting its surface as the cab continued to move to her apartment. She can’t believe she managed to stop by at a liquor store and remembered the judgemental look the cashier gave her when she paid for it. 

“Funny,” she muttered.

She laid back his head and watched the colorful lights that decorated the streets of London but was interrupted by a sudden buzz on her pocket.

It was her phone. Her eyes squinted to see a message popping out from her notifications and her heart dropped. 

I’d still say it.

S.H

A small smile crept in her face as if it can hold the subtle but fast beats of her heart.

She looked back outside, rolling down the cab’s window, the cold air gushing in her face.

“Merry Christmas, England.”  she uttered.

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Papers and Greetings

The laboratory was silent with nothing but Molly’s fingers flipping on the pages of her undone report. Everybody had gone home, well they should be. It’s almost Christmas Eve but Molly decided it would be best to just stay at work than to feel the pang of loneliness inside her small apartment. In fact Mrs. Holmes invited her for dinner tonight but she was hesitant and chose to be alone, yet again. 

It’s a routine.

You’ll die like this. Her subconcious nagged making her shake her head focusing on the pages in front of her.

Her brows were knitted, consentrated to whatever error she had made in her report. Her pointer finger going down to the list of DNA samples she had gathered.

The door creaked open making her slightly flinch. She looked up and saw a man ruffling his curls, snow falling out from it and his coat, muttering things about the endless snow pouring outside. 

Her heart stopped. She was unsure if she was delighted or depressed in his presence.  

“Sherlock? W-why are you here?” she swallowed the lump in her throat and tried to gaze back at her work. 

She was avoiding him.

His footsteps echoed the laboratory as he was getting closer to her desk.

“I have some DNA samples I wanted to check. Do you mind?” His deep voice reminded her a lot of things weighing down her thoughts.

She pushed back from her desk, arms crossing in front of her chest, “For Christ sake Sherlock, it’s Christmas Eve and I still have to finish this,” she sighed pointing out on the pile of papers. 

“Exactly, we got all night.” He replied dragging another chair and sitting on it comfortably. His legs crossed, fingers enterwined above his stomach.

“Aren’t you going anywhere?” 

“Nope,” He answered popping the ‘p’, “and you aren’t either. I can wait for you to finish your business and deal with mine later on.”

Molly rolled her eyes, “What makes you so sure that I don’t have any business for tonight?”  She asked realizing the answer.

 Great. Because he’s Sherlock you idiot. She continued her work trying to hide the hint of embarassment and possibly avoiding the smirk on his face. 

“Because you’re Molly Hooper.” He stared at her. Her hands are stiff as she scribbles down her notes, hardly gulping down the lump in her throat, eyes blinking nervously as if shielding his gaze.

She was uncomfortable around him.  Sherlock wasn’t sure but it made him feel a bit sad..angry.. dissapointed? He shut his eyes for a moment pushing back his thoughts before it even gets on his mind palace. He didn’t want to think of it further and he’s trying hard to fight the urge. 

He sat straight and cleared his throat, “Well then, maybe I was wrong..” he stands up from his chair and placed the sample on Molly’s desk. She still not looking at him. 

“I’ll just leave it here and get it whenever you’re done. It’s just a minor case Lastrade had offered me and uh...” he stopped midway as Molly looked at him.

“Minor? You don’t take minor cases Sherlock.” Molly quirked an eyebrow, looking at the sample. 

“It’s minor for the sense that I already solved it on the way here and the DNA sample would be nothing but just a supporting evidence for this case.” He explained giving out a small smile, the lines on his temples showing, “so examine it whenever you’re done and give me a call. I’m sorry for interrupting.”

“O-okay, I’ll give you a call.” Why is he leaving? Wait. Do I want him to stay? Molly shook her head and looked at Sherlock who’s already taking his coat off the rack.

“Sherlock..” she didn’t even had the time to stop herself. Molly bit her lips, hesitating to say what she has in mind. 

“Did I forget something?” Sherlock asked stopping midway, his hands on the doorknob. 

“No..” Molly straightend her lab gown, calmly putting her hands on her lap, “I uh.. I just want to tell you..”

Sherlock raised a brow. “M-merry Christmas.... I just want to say Merry Christmas.” Way to go Molly. She tried to keep herself calm as his analyzing eyes gazed from afar. 

He smiled after an odd silence, “Merry Christmas Molly Hooper. I hope you’ll have a wonderful night.”

With that he left as the door shut. The familiar silence engulfed the room and Molly tried hard to get back to work. 

How can he manage to make me feel so empty in a mere second?

(To be continued..)