A reflection

The door bell rang with colder shrill than usual. Molly went to move but Sherlock held her close.

" Don't Molly , let it be us tonight"

Molly held back tears as she whispered " Its ok, it's probably Mrs H, she might have forgotten something"

Sherlock let her go and before she walked down the steps she turned around and savoured the last time Sherlock would love her. He smiled there , in his blue dressing gown , a beautiful smile sketched upon his face.

Molly drew herself away and sank down the steps. She held the door and took a deep breath composing herself before opening it.

John stood there, normally without a hint of worry. Molly hated him with all her heart for a split second but then she remembered that this had to be done.

John mouthed " Ready?"

Molly nodded and began to scream running up the stairs as John closed the door quickly whilst Molly was climbing the stairs.

Sherlock heard the scream and caught Molly as she flew into his arms in the living room.

" Molly , what's happened, Molly..."

Molly began to cry and even though this had been planned she couldn't speak.

" J...J...J"

Sherlock looked confused before a cough drew his attention from Molly to a figure standing in the doorway. The figure moved towards Sherlock and Sherlock let Molly go who ran to the sofa and stood watching the scene unfold.

John walked slowly into the living room with the key to 221B safely in his pocket so Sherlock couldn't run .

Molly kept an eye on Sherlock who began to shake.

Sherlock couldn't believe his senses. What was going on, John was dead, this man , he was playing a cruel trick.

"GET OUT , WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE PLAYING AT , GET OUT OF MY FLAT , GET OUT YOU , YOU ,YOU" Sherlock screamed at John.

"HOW DARE YOU , YOU VILE IGNORANT BEING , YOU FOUL , JOHN IS DEAD , GET OUT GET OUT" Sherlock was now screaming and crying and Molly could see him going pale and his knees shaking. She ran to his side and began to lead him towards his chair. " Sherlock I can see him too, don't worry , I'll sort it out"

Sherlock refused to sit but since he was in line with the chair Molly left it there.

She turned to John

" What do you think you are doing , who the hell are you , John has gone, get out"

John , who was in a state of shock at Sherlocks reaction, simply replied the line that had been decided on after hours of deliberation.

He stood infront of Sherlock, the lines only sherlock would know came from John Watson.
"John Watson , 5th Northumberland Fusiliers - Blogger of Sherlock Holmes - back from the dead"

And it was with this Sherlock blacked out and fell with a thump onto the chair.

John sighed and sat down in his own arm chair. "well that went well"

Molly sighed and sat on the sofa. " John i know you have only just returned but i think you might be best going for now - come back tomorrow at 9 am , i think im going to need to talk to him"
John looked sadly at his best friend, his friendship hung on whether Molly could calm him down , make him see why John had to fake his death. John smiled and nodded and backed out of 221B and was half way down the stairs and stopped. Molly would have to explain to Sherlock why she didn't react too badly to John reappearing - and she would have to explain that she knew - then she would have to explain why she didn't tell him. And that would destroy them for sure ......

He gulped and headed further down the stairs , he had caused enough trouble , Molly could handle it, surely ?