Chapter 1
The flat was much too quiet without the quiet hum of the "Crap telly" In the background and the near-constant clicking of laptop keys as John blogged. At least, That was what Sherlock thought. Ever since John had moved in with Mary, he had hardly lifted from his sulk enough to eat the biscuits and tea that Ms. Hudson had made for him. Mycroft tried to visit him saying, 'Caring is not an advantage'. He had politely told him to 'piss off'.
Sherlock's POV
The opening of the door jolted me out of my brooding thoughts. I looked up as Molly flopped down on the sofa beside my armchair. She looked at me for a moment, then finally burst into tears. I considered the situation and deduced what I could about how she was feeling and why she burst into our my flat at 3:00 In the morning. I awkwardly sat next to her, wrapping my arms around her. It was obvious that she was sad about someone she liked, perhaps they didn't like her back. Unless... oh.
"Molly, is there a chance that you... like Mary?"
She looked at me with bloodshot eyes and a nodded.
"Sherlock, don't you start talking about how you're a sociopath and you don't understand emotions. You understand my situation because you know how I feel. You're crying Sherlock, It's because you miss him as much as I miss Mary."
I touched my cheek and it was wet, I hadn't noticed.
"Sherlock, you love him. And he felt the same way, but when you jumped, it broke his heart." Her voice was nasally from crying but it held the same message.
"Molly, it's not like I can just tell him how I feel, he's married and the last time I surprised him like that he tried to strangle me. It's better just to let them live happily"
Her face showed a look that said 'don't you see?'
"Sherlock, John wants to get a divorce with Mary, I think that she'll agree because she told me that she likes someone else."
"That's why you-"
"Yes Sherlock, that's why I'm here."