Sorry it's been a decade since I updated this. A lot has been happening in life, but I've been wanting to at least give this story one final chapter for closure sake. Thank you all so much for the continued support, and email requests asking for an update. It really means so much to me that you all like this.
Please forgive the rustiness in my technique, lol.
Also, once again, I don't own anything. I am a mere laborer.
Also warning, light mention if self-harm thoughts and triggers regarding motherhood.
It had been some time since her break through, and with the help and loving support if Sherlock, his parents, and even John, Molly had been able to mend most of the scars that had haunted her past. She was more open about her experiences with the man she loved, and he, in turn, was more receptive to her needs.
So, when it came to days like this, days where she seemed to slip into that dark abyss, her Sherlock was there to dig her out again.
He had come home from a case involving a drug ring, which involved more running than his aging joints had become accustomed to. As he trudged up the steps to 221B, his one saving thought was that at the top of those steps was his Molly. He'd grown comfortable in their life together, as well as her presence in his flat. He pushed the door open, sighing deeply at the familiar scent of home. Their home. However, Sherlock's moment of comfort quickly slipped from his mind, as the too quiet air seemed to tense around him, warning him that something was wrong.
"Molly?" Sherlock called out carefully through the silent flat. He felt drawn to the bathroom at the end of the hall, and his gait quickened as he heard the distinct sound of muffled sniffling and crying. As he reached the door, Sherlock knocked lightly on the door, before slipping inside and shutting it behind him. She sat on the edge of the tub, holding herself tight in her own arms. He could just make out the shining corner of the razor tucked beside her leg on the rim of the tub.
"Bad day, was it?" he asked gently, offering her a small half smile as she looked up to him, her eyes filled with old and fresh tears. Molly nodded her head, before her lip began to quiver, and her tears started flowing faster. Without a word, Sherlock slid to the floor, kneeling in front of her, and took her into his arms. He had learned that his silence was more needed on her 'bad days', but so were his embraces. As she cried, he carefully reached beside her, picking up the small blade, and tossing it into the waste basket, the small piece landing with a 'tink' as it landed next to yet another negative pregnancy test. Molly looked up at him with a bashful glance.
"Sorry… I didn't... just…it was there out of habit, I guess," she stuttered quietly, almost a whispering tone. Sherlock just nodded his head in understanding, his hand stroking her hair as they continued to hug each other close. They'd only been trying for a couple of months, but every time Molly took another test, she would feel as negative as the word on the stick.
Sherlock had wanted to be able to give her the happiness of a child, wanted to be there when she held their son or daughter. He knew she blamed herself every time, and he never really knew the words to say to take that thought from her mind. So, he would just hold her like this, until she was ready to confront things and pick up the pieces again.
After a long while, Molly sniffed the last of her tears away, wiping her eyes with the back of her sleeve. She sighed heavily, and glanced up to Sherlock once again. He smiled at her, checking her to see how she was feeling, trying to decipher the thoughts behind those honey-brown eyes.
"Could we get takeaway? I'm a bit hungry," Molly asked in a meek voice. She sniffed again, trying her best to smile at her detective. Sherlock nodded his head, before leaning in to kiss the tip of her reddened nose.
"Whatever you want. I'll get you anything you want, Molly. Anything at all." He tried to emphasize the underlying point, the deeper meaning behind his seemingly trivial words. Sherlock had resolved that he truly would do anything and everything in his power to keep his Molly happy, to keep her safe.
To keep her.
Well, there you have it. Bit of a tie up for this story, because people kept inquiring, but I don't have much else to pour into this story, so I wanted to give it at least a hopeful ending. Hope you all enjoyed and I hope you know that if you have problems, issues, etc, there is help for you. Even if you just want someone to talk to, I am happy to lend an ear and a shoulder to cry on.
Please always keep hope alive