She hadn't seen anyone for three months. She had no contact with Sherlock what so ever, not a phone call nor text. Mary had attempted to talk to her, but she couldn't bring herself round to speak to her. What was she suppose to say to her? She knew that Mary didn't want her to know about her secret life, but at the same time she wanted to confront her about, ask her why she lied to her.

With that said she found that she was going to have to confront both of them on the exact same day. And the fact Sherlock was brought in by John for using again (though he did say he was on a case, which made her furious) made things even worse. Her gloves snapped as she pulled them off her hands. She could feel the pit of anger grow in her stomach.

"Well? Is he clean?" John asked, his voice mixed with both worry and anger.

"Clean?" Molly repeated, She turned around to face Sherlock.

"What do you want me to tell them?" Molly asked, Sherlock shifted and looked her directly in the eye.

"Whatever you feel you ought to tell them." He murmured lowly.

"Oh, I see! You give me the big, dark eyes, and that deep, deep voice, and I'm suppose to lie for you." Molly spat out. Her hand then made contact with Sherlock's cheek, not once, not twice, but three times.

"How dare you throw away the beautiful gifts you were born with?" She yelled, briefly looking over to John to make her point.

"And how dare you betray he love of your friends? Say you're sorry." Sherlock brought his hand to his face, pressing slightly at where Molly's hand made contact.

"Sorry your engagement's over - though I'm fairly grateful for the lack of ring." Molly felt herself getting pushed over the edge at this point. Her eyes began to sting from the tears building up and her hands began to shake in anger.

"Stop it. Just stop it. I cannot believe you! The reason you have seen your son, our son, over the past three months is because you have got back onto your drug habit! How long had this been going on for!"

"It was for a case, please do calm down Molly." She laughed bitterly as she stepped back from him, crossing her arms in front of her.

"A ca...What kind of case would need you doing this?" John asked in a stern voice, stepping forwards. Molly drowned out the rest of the conversation, watching the bodies in the room interact with each other. The anger rose to her head, making her ears hot and her face burn with range. She didn't know how long she zoned out for but by time she came back to reality, Sherlock was about to walk out of the lab. She let out a sigh and walked over to the bench, placing her hands down on the bench, steadying herself.

"You okay Molls?" Mary asked. Molly snapped her head up and look at her. This had been the first time she had seen Mary since finding out the truth about her. As she looked at her, she could feel that pit of anger build up inside her again.

"John can you take the boys out for a minute, I need to talk to Mary alone." Molly asked softly, keeping eye contact with Mary. John looked between the two women and nodded, leading the two boys out of the lab.

"You lied to me." Molly whispered. Mary looked at her confused and moved around the bench, standing beside her.

"What do you mean Molly?"

"Sebastian Moran." Molly murmured. Mary held her confusion until it clicked in her head. She brought a hand to her mouth and closed her eyes slightly.

"I am so sorry."

"I cannot believe that you set me up with a man who worked for Moriarty! You could have put me and Henry in so much danger you know that!"

"I know and I am sorry! But Sebastian said he hadn't worked for Moriarty for years and swore to me that he had no input on Sherlock's impending death. I wanted to tell you about it, about everything. But I couldn't risk it. I didn't want to get you in any danger." Mary's eyes began to well up and she let out a quiet sob at the end of her sentence. Molly remained quiet for a moment.

"I could have kept the secret." Molly whispered.

"Molly, I am so sorry, I really am." Mary answered equally quiet. Molly looked up at Mary and saw the guilt building up behind her eyes.

"What else were you lying to me about, huh? Because I know for a fact that this Mary persona you have been playing for the past 2 years is not real." Molly crossed her arms in front of her chest. Mary let a tear roll down her cheek before letting out a staggered breath.

"I can't do this now." She whispered as she moved from Molly and made her way out of the door.

He knocked on the door gently, waiting for her response. He was expecting for her not to answer, but of course she was going to – she always would. She opened the door and glared at him fiercely.

"What do you want?" Sherlock shifted slightly not looking at her.

"Can I come in?" Molly stayed silent for a moment before moving out of the way. He walked into the flat and towards the living room.

"So how's Henry? He is doing well I assume?" Sherlock tried to sound as casually as he could as he rubbed the nape of his neck as he spoke. Molly just stood opposite him and glared at him angrily.

"What do you want Sherlock?" She repeated herself; she folded her arms in front of herself.

"I need a favour." He said softly. Molly rolled her eyes and walked around the room.

"Of course you do. So what is it this time? Need some more cash for you drug habit?" Sherlock cringed at how angry and disgusted Molly sounded towards him.

"No it's not that." He paused. He felt rude asking her and frankly a little ashamed of himself. He was just rubbing salt into the wounds.

"Can I borrow your engagement ring?" He whispered. He looked up at Molly who was practically red with anger. He knew that if Henry wasn't asleep she was would yelling – probably slapping him by now. Molly didn't say anything and walked to her room and emerged moments later holding a small red box. She walked over to Sherlock extended her arm, and then lowering once more.

"You are an insensitive prick you know that?" Molly's voice broke as she tried her hardest to hold the tears back.

"Molly, I'm sorry but-"

"No, Sherlock. Shut up. I don't care anymore, you understand? You used me for your own personal gain. And for a moment I actually thought that you were a normal human being, turns out you are just a heartless bastard who doesn't give a shit about anyone else but yourself!" Sherlock felt a pang of guilt inside him as he watched the tears run down Molly's face. She extended her arm out once more.

"Molly, please let me explain." He reached forward, trying to grab her arm but she stepped out of his reach.

"Just take it Sherlock." She whispered. She looked away from him and silently sobbed to herself. Sherlock reached and took the box from her hand; lingering for a moment. He walked so he was stood in front of her. He used his free hand to wipe away the tears running down her cheeks.

"I am so sorry, Molly. I truly am." He kissed her lightly on the forehead and walked towards the door.

Sherlock stopped, his hand hovering over the door handle. He was about to turn and face her but couldn't face the sight of her crying, so he hung his head in shame and walked out, leaving Molly to sob to herself.

Later that night she got a phone call. A phone call she never expected. Sherlock had been shot. When the words came out of John's mouth made her head spin. All the anger and hate she had for him in that moment faded away and was replaced with fear and shock. She didn't move from where she was sat for a good few minutes, trying to process what she had been told.

"Molly! It's Sherlock. He's been...Jesus...he's been shot. He's in the hospital now but the doctors say that...he might not make it. Molly, I need you down here. We might lose him again."

Molly woke Henry up and made her way to the hospital. Henry was far to sleepy to even comprehend what was happening so she didn't even bother explaining to him. Once they got there they were greeted by John who was waiting in the main reception for them.

"How is he?" Molly asked once she caught sight of John. He looked dreadful; so pale and tired, just like the day of Sherlock's fall. John didn't speak a word but instead pulled her and Henry into a tight hug and held them both for a while. He then wordlessly led them upstairs to the waiting area where Lestrade, Mycroft and Sherlock's parents were waiting.

"Oh Molly dear!" Mrs Holmes said as she stood up and walked over to them.

"You look dreadful. Come sit down. Myke, be a dear and take Henry will you." The tall women wrapped an arm firmly around Molly's shoulders and guided her to sit down beside her. Mycroft met them at the seats and took Henry away from her. Molly caught a glimpse of herself in the window and noticed her eyes were red and her cheeks were tear stained. She had forgotten she had been crying. They all stood and sat in silence, waiting for someone to come through and tell them. Henry was wide awake and alert now and was well aware where he was. He could sense everyone's upset and discomfort and upset.

"Where's daddy, Unca Myke?" Henry asked softly as Mycroft held him closely. He, and along with everyone else, looked at the little boy. No one spoke because no one dared to tell Henry that his father may be taken away from him again.

"He is fine, don't you worry Henry."

She sat outside Sherlock's hospital room waiting for the doctor to come out and tell her something, anything. Everyone that had been at the hospital had been long gone, leaving Molly alone with Henry sleeping in her lap. Sherlock's mother and father had tried to take him with them, but she clung on to Molly so tightly, they didn't dare to try and take him from her.

Molly was terrified. The thought of Sherlock being in the room and not knowing his condition made her feel sick. What if he died that night? Her last words to him were the not the most pleasant and the possibility of telling Henry that his father was dead made her feel even worse. She let out a sigh and looked down at the little boy curled up in her lap. She watched his little chest rise and fall for a few minutes in silence.

"Molly..." A voice spoke from in front of her. Molly looked up and saw Mary stood in front of her. She could feel her hold body tense up at the sight of her.

"Can we talk?"

"Are you serious? I am going through possibly the worse day of my life and you want to talk about that now." Molly snapped, looking up angrily at Mary.

"Please Molly, I need to tell you before you hear it from someone else."

"Well I did find out about it from someone else didn't I?" Molly mumbled. Mary sat beside Molly and remained quiet for a moment.

"I shot Sherlock." She whispered just loud enough for Molly to hear. Molly snapped her head towards Mary and her mouth hung open.

"Magnussen knows things about me. Things that could put me in prison for the rest of my life. I couldn't let him revel everything he knew about me so...I went over to his office to try and to bribe him to not say anything. Then Sherlock walked in and..."

"You tried to kill him."

"I didn't try to kill him Molly."

"Oh, so your gun accidentally went off and the bullet so happened to go into Sherlock."

"Molly, let me explain."

"No!" Molly yelled too loudly. Henry let out a whimpered and began to squirm in her lap. She moved him on slightly back into a comfortable position and began to run her hand through his hair to sooth him back to sleep.

"There is nothing that you can say that will justify lying to me and trying to kill someone that...that I love." She said much more calmer.

"I know that and I don't expect you to forgive me. But if people found out that I was alive, then they would come after me and everyone I care about. I did all of this to protect them. To protect you and Henry." Molly sighed in response and looked up to Mary in defeat.

"I can't do this anymore."

"Do what Molls?"

"Being mad at you, being mad at Sherlock...just everything. Its too tiring. "

"So...do you forgive me?" Mary asked steadily.

"In time...yeah. But now...I think its just best we keep our separate ways for a while."

When he woke up it was from the feeling of hands pressed against his face. Sherlock opened his eyes slowly to find Henry smiling down at him. Sherlock smiled back at him but then winced in pain as he tried to sit up.

"Be careful buddy, daddy is still poorly." Molly said from the side of Sherlock. Sherlock turned his head to find her sitting on the chair beside the bed, holding her hand against Henry's back to ensure he wouldn't fall off. Henry himself was seated on the bed between Sherlock's arm and hip. Sherlock pushed the button on the bed remote and sat up in the bed.

"How are you feeling?" Molly asked quietly keeping her eyes on Henry who was now playing with Sherlock's fingers.

"Worse than I look hopefully."

"Well you do look pretty terrible." Molly said jokingly as she looked up at him. Sherlock let out a little chuckle.

"I'm sorry, you know. For these past few months."

"You could have told me you know, I would have understood." Sherlock looked away from Molly and back down to Henry. Henry was far too fascinated with the clip on Sherlock's finger.

"I didn't want to get you in any danger. Either of you." Sherlock spoke softly.

"Seems a lot of people have that concern at the moment." Molly muttered to herself. Sherlock turned his head. He scanned over her face for a brief moment.

"Molly what is going on?" He asked her gently. Molly looked up at him and saw the concern in his eyes. Molly sighed and stood up from the chair. She lent down and kissed Sherlock softly on the forehead before picking Henry up and sitting where he was, placing him on her knee.

"Nothing for you to be worried about Sherlock. Just focus on getting better." He looked at her for a moment, wondering what on earth she was not telling him. He didn't push it though. He knew that she would tell him eventually if it was deeply concerning her.

"So how are you doing? You know with the end of your engagement and all."

"I'm okay...it was never going to work out anyway." Molly looked down at Henry and brushed his hair out of his face as he continued to play with Sherlock's fingers.

"Why is that?"

"You know why." Molly muttered quickly. She kept her eye-line away from Sherlock.

"Molly..."

"You should get some rest Sherlock." She said gently. She stood from the bed, picking Henry up as well. He whimpered from being moved from his father. Henry began to wriggle around in Molly's arms, trying to lean back down to get to Sherlock. Molly sighed as she placed him back down on the bed. He crawled up the bed towards Sherlock and laid flat on his back between his arm.

"Molly, just leave him here for a while. It's okay. We'll be okay."

"Sherlock, I can't." Molly said softly, reaching back down fro Henry, Sherlock caught her right wrist before she had the chance.

"Molly...it's fine. John should be here soon so he can bring him home. Just go home and have some time to yourself." Molly looked down to Henry, who was laying happily on the bed then looked back up at Sherlock. He released her wrist and reached up and gently ran his thumb over her cheek. She closed her eyes for a moment and let out another deep sigh.

"Okay." She whispered. She bent down and kissed Henry softly on the head. His little arms reached up and wrapped around her neck, hugging her the best that he could.

"I love you mummy." He said gently into her ear. Molly smiled to herself before kissing him once more on the cheek.

"I love you too buddy. Be good for daddy." She stood back up straight while Henry rolled onto his sighed and snuggled against Sherlock's arm, sucking his thumb in the process. He looked up to Molly with wide bright blue eyes and smiled at her.

Molly gathered her things from the chair behind and began to walk towards the door. She turned to look behind her and watched as Sherlock tenderly ran his figures through Henry's curls. A sigh escaped her lips as she opened the door and left the room completely.