"You'll be fine," Molly was calm as could be, just as he knew she would. Sherlock didn't know why he was suddenly so nervous. He was never nervous when it came to public speaking. He'd been invited to this 'TED conference', inviting him to share his story. Perhaps that was why he was nervous. This time, he wouldn't be talking about a mystery regarding some stranger. It would be the retelling of his childhood, the loss of a beloved friend, the suppressing of memories, and the discovery of a sister, not to mention his addiction and recovery from drugs.

Gently, Molly smoothed down his collar, brushing at the shoulders of his jacket. "Do you have your notes in your pocket, just in case you forget?"

"I won't forget," still, his hand delved into his pocket, finding the index cards, just in case.

Onstage, the speaker was rambling on about Sherlock's successes, managing to get some of the facts jumbled. He rolled his eyes.

"Hey, look at me," Molly squeezed his arms gently. "You'll be fine."

"What good will any of this do?" he asked. "Why am I even here? Who will take comfort from this?"

"Because your journey is an amazing one," she replied. "You've endured a childhood trauma, Sherlock, that in itself, is relatable. You overcame a drug addiction, lots of people know what that's like, or are related to someone who had to get help. It's showing that even great minds like yours aren't perfect."

"Hmm."

"If you don't want to, you can still back out of it, it's never too late," she reminded him, hearing the doubt in his voice.

For a moment, he wanted to. But then he thought of Eurus. He thought of how she'd endured her years of exile, how she would never be the same because nobody stopped to try and help her, and when they did, it was not what she needed. Now the world's most brilliant mind was most-probably lost, due to mishandling, misunderstanding, and refusal to listen. If there were someone out there like Eurus…perhaps they might have a better chance at a proper life.

The announcer was winding down, which was Sherlock's cue to head onstage. Molly was still looking at him questioningly. He bent, kissing her gently, and handed her the cards from his pocket.

"See you in a bit."

Smiling her particularly proud smile just for him, she nodded, her free hand moving to rest against her belly, their child still growing inside of her. Sherlock bent for just a moment, addressing the baby: "Mind you keep still and listen to your mother. I shall be quite upset if you kick her in the bladder and force her to miss this." He gave a gentle pat to her stomach, and he felt the baby kick in response, earning smiles from both Molly and Sherlock.

"Live mic now, folks," the stage tech murmured beside them, and both fell silent.

Molly gave him just once more nod of encouragement before he turned to the stage.

Stepping out of the wings, he buttoned his suit coat, crossing the stage, adjusting the microphone wire that was attached to his collar.

"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen, thank you for inviting me to speak." Folding his hands behind his back, he looked back to the wings where Molly stood, fingertips under her chin, nodding for him to go on, bouncing a little that told him she was nervous for him. He faced the crowd again. "Today, I should like to tell you the story of my sister…"