Mending Fences

A series 4 fic collection

*won't always fit the mold of canon but for the first handful that I've written I was inspired from what we got from the show

1. Grin and Bare It… (An alternative take on the scene between Molly/Sherlock at the end of Thatchers)

Sherlock stood across from Molly and his goddaughter who she was holding with a blank face although his heart felt like it was caving in on him.

John didn't want to see him. He did want him. Anyone else. That's what he said. He had made Molly tell him that. The one person who wouldn't want to turn him away if she could help it.

From the tears in her eyes he could tell that she wanted anything but to do that.

He was having a similiar set of emotions run through him. He hated that a sudden moment had left him here once again inclined to walk away from the one person who he needed more than anyone else. He wanted to reach out to her and tuck the loose strands from out of her face.

She looked exhausted. With...Mary… he gave himself pause knowing that a part of him was lingering because she was the only woman who could see right through him. Who would want to be with him despite all his faults. She had always pushed him to be better. However even with that there were some things she was pushed to do as to not further damage friendships that she had.

He originally began to turn to leave but took half a step back towards her and pressed his mouth to her brow. He looked down at Rosie and swallowed a heavy gulp before meeting Molly's gaze again.

"Take care of her for me." He managed to get out. "Him." He added hoarsely.

"I'm…" She began only for him to jerk his head.

"No. Don't do that. It's not your fault. He wants what he wants. I probably would do something similar if I was in his shoes…" He gave her a knowing look with a barely there smile as he had most certainly let something slip that he had never spoken to her or anyone about.

He had taken a step back. It was odd that he had never thought that it suited her; having a baby in her arms. She was alike him in so many ways but this was the one thing that he realized fit her. She was a loving person - she was a fiercely passionate woman, he corrected himself. If she had a niece or a nephew that he hadn't known about he thought it made sense.

He gave her one last broken smile as he nodded at her before turning away. He didn't think he could handle one more second. It hurt too much. It all did.

At least Rosie had Molly. She need someone pure. Molly Hooper was definitely that. She was many things that he had said yes too in and out of their unorthodox relationship that barely reached where he wanted it to.

Someday he supposed. Once the dust settled. There was another east wind coming and she didn't deserve to disappear if she got swept up in it.

Someday, he thought again.

I'm off to PAX South tomorrow but thought I'd give you a little something while I'm off being a dweeb irl with friends. S4 gave me a lot to ponder on, angst first and then well we'll see. Sorry to have to kept you guys waiting but I hope you enjoy my little deviations here and there. The next one is a bit more spicy ;)

I would love to hear your thoughts.

much love,

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