Wanting What He Couldn’t Have
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Summary: Molly comes to a realization at the Watson Wedding.
Rating: G
A/N - One word prompt request – “Masquerade” for Sherlock/Molly, from ?
Wanting What He Couldn’t Have
The Watson wedding reception was still going strong when Molly slipped outside for some air.
It had been a lovely wedding and an extremely eventful reception: an attempted murder, Sherlock’s beautiful best man speech, the surprise pregnancy announcement . . . and the less surprising realization that she couldn’t marry Tom.
From the corner of her eye she saw a familiar form moving through the dark garden. Tom must have come looking for her.
She knew this was probably the worst timing imaginable, but the thought of going back inside and trying to pretend that everything was fine . . .
“I love you.” Her voice wavered.
He froze, still shrouded in shadows.
“But I can’t marry you. There’s someone else. I thought I was over him, but I’m not. And you don’t deserve to spend the rest of our lives wondering if you were my consolation prize.”
Molly scrubbed a tear off her cheek. “I’d like to go home now. I’ll get my purse.”
Sherlock knew she’d figure out her mistake as soon as she saw Tom inside. He should have spoken up, told her not to throw away her future with the other man, but he selfishly remained silent.
Wanting what he couldn’t have.
Rating: G
A/N - One word prompt request – “Masquerade” for Sherlock/Molly, from ?
Wanting What He Couldn’t Have
The Watson wedding reception was still going strong when Molly slipped outside for some air.
It had been a lovely wedding and an extremely eventful reception: an attempted murder, Sherlock’s beautiful best man speech, the surprise pregnancy announcement . . . and the less surprising realization that she couldn’t marry Tom.
From the corner of her eye she saw a familiar form moving through the dark garden. Tom must have come looking for her.
She knew this was probably the worst timing imaginable, but the thought of going back inside and trying to pretend that everything was fine . . .
“I love you.” Her voice wavered.
He froze, still shrouded in shadows.
“But I can’t marry you. There’s someone else. I thought I was over him, but I’m not. And you don’t deserve to spend the rest of our lives wondering if you were my consolation prize.”
Molly scrubbed a tear off her cheek. “I’d like to go home now. I’ll get my purse.”
Sherlock knew she’d figure out her mistake as soon as she saw Tom inside. He should have spoken up, told her not to throw away her future with the other man, but he selfishly remained silent.
Wanting what he couldn’t have.