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His Constant (1/4)

Summary: Sherlock and Molly deal with their feelings after Eurus forced them to say ‘I love you’ to each other. Is Sherlock ready to be romantically involved with Molly? But has Molly given up on her love for Sherlock?

Rating: T, for some cursing

A/N: I haven’t written a multi-chapter fic in a while. Honestly, this was originally written as a one-shot. But my brain screamed 'Nope!’ at the thought of me editing 10K words in one go (although this isn’t even my longest one-shot). So I can’t promise how frequently I’ll update this, especially since I’m adding another chapter. But I will update this and I will finish this, no matter how long it takes. This will only have a maximum of four chapters anyway.

This is also related to Chewing the Fat, Woman to Woman and Babysitting (SAW 2017, Day 6). Y'all don’t have to read them first, but those works will be referenced in future chapters.

I’m posting only a preview of Chapter 1 here. Y’all can read the rest on AO3 and FF.net.

Hope y’all like this one!

Disclaimer: As per usual, I own nothing. Everything belongs to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, BBC, Steven Moffat, and Mark Gatiss. If I owned Sherlock and Molly Hooper, then there would be a lot more Sherlolly in the show. All mistakes are mine. I welcome reviews and constructive criticism.


Chapter 1 (Preview)

Shivering, John clutched the grey blanket more tightly to himself and looked round. The forensic experts were still processing the well, taking photographs and gathering whatever minuscule evidence that nature and a few decades had not erased. Police officers milled about the grounds and occasionally stared at his famous friend. While on the phone, Lestrade briefly spoke to Sgt Liu as he carefully handed the evidence bags containing Victor Trevor’s remains to her. At least Victor’s family will be able to bury something 30 years later, he thought, shaking his head and sighing.

His gaze landed on Sherlock, who was still standing next to him and staring into space. He wondered what his friend was thinking and feeling now that the entire ordeal was over and Eurus was on her way back to Sherrinford. God, he must be such a mess right now. He could only imagine the long-term, as well as the short-term, effects of Eurus’s twisted experiment on him. While Sherlock had had a few days to process the fact that he had a younger sister, he might take longer to digest what she had done to his childhood best friend. All that new––or, more accurately, newly dug up––information must be wreaking havoc in his mind palace and his emotions. His heart ached for his friend and the rest of his family. Lord knows how Mycroft and their parents would deal with this. His brows furrowed in concern as he realised that Sherlock might have days, weeks, or even months of danger nights. We’d need to keep an eye on him to make sure he doesn’t relapse again or smash another coffin with his bare hands.

That thought reminded him of the events in the coffin room. Glancing at the silent man beside him, he thought back to how Sherlock, who was calm for most of the experiment, seemed to panic during the phone call with Molly. He knew how well Sherlock could suppress his emotions, but the man he used to call a machine could barely hide his desperation when he pleaded with her to say those three little words. He told Irene Adler once that he’d never begged for mercy in his life. Yet he begged Molly Hooper to say, ‘I love you,’ six times! Six fucking times! Also, the way Sherlock said those words for the second time––which was completely unnecessary, in his opinion––was unlike anything he had ever heard him say, not even when his thing with Irene Adler started or when he dated Janine to gain access to Magnussen’s office. He narrowed his eyes as he remembered how frantic Sherlock sounded when the seconds ticked by and Molly had not said it back. God, I thought we were going to watch her blow up. Recalling how enraged, frustrated, and ferocious Sherlock looked as he smashed the coffin with his bare hands, John wondered what he would have done if there really were explosives in her flat and she failed to say the words back before time ran out. Would he be as forgiving of Eurus as he is now if Molly had died?


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