Oh wow. Hello. I'm a terrible person I know. I went on like a two-three month hiatus? I don't even know how long but it's been a very long time. I have a multitude of reasons why.

First of all school is shit. Like seriously I've never had so many tests, so much homework, and so many projects. Especially not this close to the end of the year! I also have my first AP test in like three days so I've been hardcore studying for that.

I also have been going through...personal shit. It's just. Nah. Basically all the shit in chapter one is what I'm talking about.

And the final reason I haven't updated this is because of the fact that I'm pretty positive that this is going to be the last chapter so I'm just like ehhhh I don't want it to end so I've been putting it off.

I've literally known every detail I'm going to write in this last chapter except for a couple of small things that I'm going to come up with as I go (as I usually do) but I just haven't been wanting to.

SOOOOoooooo once again I'm so sorry that this has taken so long.

Bittersweet moment here, I hope you like this last chapter I've definitely put more thought into it than any of the other chapters or maybe even all of them put together.

I've certainly had the time to ha.

Anyways: enjoy...

The walk home from school was quiet. And it wasn't exactly an uncomfortable silence, but not exactly a comfortable silence either. Molly spent the entire trip staring down at the ground as she walked, apparently in deep thought and Sherlock figured it would be better for him to just leave her alone until she was ready to talk.

He had an idea of what had happened and what had taken her so long to get to her locker; he guessed it had something to do with those girls that had been horrid to her before. It angered him just to think of those kinds of people: bullies. That was one of the main reasons why he had decided to start helping Scotland Yard with some of their more difficult cases. Not only was it a way for him to do some good with his brain besides a harder chemistry class, it allowed him to help catch the people he hated most in the world. Bullies.

When Sherlock had been younger, he had been prone to bullying. Usually he would just come home and if his parents wouldn't be home he would go to Mycroft for help. But Mycroft, supposedly the wiser brother, told him to suck it up and delete it, and get rid of feelings. And he tried. He managed to delete most of the names he had been called and the more...physical encounters involving his skinny frame and their thick-fingered fists pounding into him. It had only stopped a couple of years previously after John had become friends with him since John also happened to be friends with the boys who enjoyed beating him up.

So it aggravated him to no end to discover that Molly had also become a victim of bullying. Not only was it a terrible thing done to such a sweet, innocent girl, she was also his girlfriend and he decided that he would rather get beat up a million times before allowing his Molly to be called one negative name because she did not deserve any negativity in her life. She deserved the best.

Including a better boyfriend. He figured that he always made everything worse and that she would be so much happier if she had someone better for her. But he truly did love her and as long as she wanted him he would always be by her side no matter what.

While Sherlock thought about his past experiences with bullies and his love for Molly, Molly on the other hand thought about practically nothing. Staring down at her feet she felt herself begin to space out and she gripped Sherlock's hand to keep her down on Earth and keep the bad thoughts she was so prone to away. Sherlock squeezed her hand gently, hoping that it could comfort her, even in the slightest.

Sooner than they realized, they arrived at Molly's house. Molly had made the excuse that she just wasn't feeling well and that she would call him later and with a quick kiss on his cheek he found himself walking home.

Right after Sherlock left Molly trudged up the stairs, her dad still at work until dinner time. Once she got to her room she collapsed onto her bed and hugged her pillow to her chest, thinking hard about what had happened. She figured it was obvious that Sherlock knew that something was wrong, she was just thankful for the fact that he didn't interrogate about it.

'Maybe he should have,' she thought tiredly.

Reminding herself about what Irene, Sally, and Janine had said, now that she was in the safety of her room, Molly found tears forming in her eyes. She tried her hardest to blink them away but the more she tried, the harder it was until her body was shaking with silent sobs and her self-hatred was fuming.

She moved without really thinking and found herself walking towards her bathroom and pulling the sock that withheld her blades from the hole behind the picture frame on the wall.

Molly slid to the ground leaning against the wall and closed her eyes. In one hand, she held the blades, and in the other she held her mobile phone. The choice she would make would either make her or break her. Biting the inside of her cheek she slowly opened her eyes to stare down at the hand that held path she had chosen.

Hovering over her contact list she pressed the call button quickly and brought the phone up to her ear. It was answered after two rings.

"Hi Molly," Sherlock said quickly.

"Hi Sherlock...are you home yet?" Molly asked, the shakiness of her voice annoying her.

"Um no not yet, almost though, why?" He replied, growing worried.

"Oh um no reason I just...I need your help...would you mind..." he cut her off before she could finish.

"I'm on my way back, don't worry Molly. I'll be there soon."

"Thanks Sherlock.." She hung up before she could change her mind and tell him to go home.

Once Sherlock made it back to Molly's house he opened the garage door and tried to walk in as calmly as he could and called out to her.

"Molly, where are you?"

"I'm upstairs in the bathroom," she called back. Sherlock ran up the stairs, skipping steps as he went, anxious to get to Molly.

Once he entered the bathroom, he stopped and assessed the situation before kneeling in front of her, holding onto the hand that held nothing in it while her other hand held the blades.

"Hey Molly, I'm here, it's okay Love." He tipped her chin up to look him away and draw her gaze away from the sharp objects in her hand.

She looked up at him helplessly, her eyes glassed over with un-shed tears. Sherlock sighed and kissed her forehead.

"What's bothering you Molly?" He asked softly.

Molly took a deep breath before pouring out the thoughts scattered in her brain and the doubts plaguing her heart.

"Sherlock you could probably have any girl in the school you wanted. Someone nice, someone pretty or funny. Someone like I don't know...Irene Adler or maybe that one girl Janine. But you're with me, the ugly little depressed freak who can't even kill herself properly. You should just go and let me kill myself right now because the world would be better off that way. I'm just holding you down, when you could do so much better. So why don't you just leave me for someone else, or literally anyone else because anyone else is better than me and everyone knows it..." She felt her voice fade away and she could no longer look him in the eye as her gaze fell to the floor.

Sherlock felt his eyes widen and his heart clench painfully as Molly spoke. It took him almost a full minute to get his heart back under control and to come up with what he hoped would make her feel better.

"Molly Hooper," they both noticed his voice crack as emotion was threatening to overwhelm him. "I love you and only you Molly. For one thing, Irene Adler and that one girl Janine are both sluts and everyone knows it. Even thinking about either of them makes my stomach flip, and not in the good way it does when I see you smile. I don't want any other girl in the school or even the whole fucking world. You're the only one for me, and you're the one who deserves better, someone that can make you happy. Why would I ever leave you if you're so perfect? Molly, you are the most beautiful combination of DNA and I love every part of you. Scars or no scars. Whether you're happy or sad. From the pinnacle of your head to the underside of your toes I think you're the most beautiful and perfect creation on this earth. You are loved by so many Molly Hooper and by no one more than me."

Molly snapped her eyes up to meet his only to find his closed, his lip quivering as a few silent tears fell down his face and she felt her heart swell and a small, genuine small form on her face. She wiped away his tears and he opened his eyes slowly, exhaling shakily in relief when he saw her beautiful smile.

"Oh Sherlock...I love you too you closet romantic." And with that she threw the sock containing the blades across the room and wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly to her. Wrapping his arms around her, he hugged her back tightly. Closing his eyes he felt his pounding heart slowly return to a normal, calm level as he embraced the fact that he had been able to make her smile and feel happy.

They remained in each other's arms for a few minutes and even when he had pulled back from the embrace enough to look at her, the smile still remained on her face.

"C'mon Sherlock," she said, the smile still there, "let's get off the bathroom floor, yeah?"

Sherlock nodded and stood up before offering his hand to her, which she reluctantly took. As Molly walked out of the bathroom Sherlock found himself looking at the blades on the floor. Molly followed his gaze and walked slowly over to them before picking them up and holding them out to him.

"I don't want them anymore. I'm done with feeling sad, especially since I have you to make me feel happy. I'm sorry I didn't embrace the fact that you were trying to make me happy before." She spoke softly, although the smile had gone the light from it still shone in her eyes.

Sherlock took them and put them in his pocket before enveloping her in another massive hug.

"I'll always be here to make you happy, Molly. I love you." He whispered and kissed her cheek.

"I love you too." She smiled again, happy at last.

Wow that was such a sappy ending I'm such a sap.

I wanted her to be happy in the end obviously I mean c'mon they're my two babies I wouldn't let one of them be sad forever, ya feel?

Anyone it took me like three weeks to write this chapter.

As far as some of it goes I'm slightly disappointed with how it ended up but I'm pretty okay with most of it.

I mean I would have liked to make especially this chapter longer, but then I would have just been adding stupid filler shit and no one really likes that. It's kind of like the entirety of House On Mango Street, some of it just wasn't necessary and I didn't want it to end up like that so I just added what I thought twas the important stuff.

I didn't mean to type "twas" but it ended up that way and I like that so there you go.

Let me know if I should write like, an epilogue or something I don't know what I would do for it but yeah if you want it let me know.

I'm not really one for goodbyes or whatever but thanks for the support on this story. This is actually the first multi-fic that I've finished so far so I'm pretty proud of myself for sticking with it.

Thanks for stickin around guys, I appreciate it. Thanks for all the advice and comments, favorites and follows.

I'll try to come up with ideas for new stories since my summer vacation off of school starts in a week and a half.

I love you guys, thanks for reading and thanks for the support.

-kAtIe-