{"id":112032,"date":"2016-02-29T01:15:29","date_gmt":"2016-02-29T01:15:29","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.merindab.com\/private\/2016\/02\/29\/the-moments-passed\/"},"modified":"2016-02-29T01:15:29","modified_gmt":"2016-02-29T01:15:29","slug":"the-moments-passed","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.merindab.com\/private\/2016\/02\/29\/the-moments-passed\/","title":{"rendered":"The Moment’s Passed"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Imagine Molly having a sinking feeling of dread throughout John and Mary\u2019s wedding. And, after the Mayfly Man has been arrested, she sees John and Mary enter the reception, arm in arm. Mary whispers something into John\u2019s ear and he gives a half chuckle as they make their way onto the dance floor. And then, out come Sherlock and Janine. And, it just looks so painfully forced that Molly can\u2019t stand it anymore; she has<\/i> to say<\/i> something.\u00a0<\/p>\n

She marches over to the pair, takes a deep breath. Despite her stomach twisting itself into knots, she says,\u00a0\u201cSherlock,\u201d with all the authority she can muster.<\/p>\n

Janine raises her eyebrows. There\u2019s something familiar about her that makes Molly\u2019s skin crawl, but she can\u2019t quite place it.<\/p>\n

Sherlock\u2019s mouth thins.\u00a0\u201cI need to get my violin,\u201d he replies, ice cold. He turns to Janine and nods.\u00a0\u201cExcuse me.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n

And, he about turns and leaves the room, alone. Molly scoffs and follows him. He doesn\u2019t look at her.\u00a0<\/p>\n

\u201cSherlock,\u201d she calls.\u00a0\u201cSherlock!\u201d<\/p>\n

He stops in the corridor, where his violin case is propped up against the wall. He bends down, opens the case, and gingerly takes out the violin and bow.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat was that?\u201d Molly asks to his back.<\/p>\n

\u201cA wedding.\u201d He still does not turn around.\u00a0\u201cI\u2019m sure you\u2019ll have heard of them before, they\u2019re quite a cultural-\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo<\/i>. You know exactly<\/i> what I\u2019m talking about, Sherlock Holmes.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sherlock merely holds the violin up to his ear, feigning to tune it.\u00a0\u201cIf you were referring to my speech, it was the truth. Nothing more, nothing less.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t patronize me. I know what this is.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sherlock sets the violin down, and slams the case lid shut. He stands, and finally faces Molly.\u00a0\u201cOh, and do tell me what stunning conclusion you came to,\u201d he spits out through gritted teeth.\u00a0\u201cOr perhaps I should leave that to your fiance, he does<\/i> seem to have the knack for it.\u201d<\/p>\n

There. Molly has had enough.\u00a0\u201cDon\u2019t be so cruel. I know what you must be feeling, but don\u2019t take it out on me.\u201d And, she could pass the rest off as Dutch courage, but perhaps she would have said it anyway: \u201cI was in love with you, you know. So, I know\u2026 I know<\/i>, Sherlock.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sherlock rubs his face with his hand. He stares at Molly, and really sees<\/i> her.\u00a0\u201cI\u2019m sorry,\u201d he says. His voice is rough.\u00a0\u201cI\u2019m so sorry, Molly. You didn\u2019t deserve that.\u201d<\/p>\n

Molly forces herself to smile.\u00a0\u201cI forgive you.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sherlock actually smiles back. He picks up the violin and bow.<\/p>\n

Encouraged, Molly persists:\u00a0\u201cWe\u2019re friends, Sherlock?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOf course.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo, please\u2026 please, let me help-\u201d<\/p>\n

But, Sherlock shakes his head, cutting her off without words.\u00a0\u201cNo. The moment\u2019s passed, Molly. It\u2019s too- I <\/i>was too late.\u201d<\/p>\n

And, he hurries away. Molly follows once more.\u00a0\u201cSherlock,\u201d she pleads.\u00a0\u201cSherlock, please, you don\u2019t have to-\u201d<\/p>\n

But, by the time they have returned to the reception, the lighting has been dimmed. It\u2019s time for John and Mary\u2019s first dance.<\/p>\n

And, Molly hears Sherlock play that damned waltz. One last love letter, one last goodbye. And, her heart breaks for him.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

Considering that Sherlock uses his violin to woo John, this is his goodbye to hope that John could love him. One last serenade\u2026<\/p>\n

He didn\u2019t even take his violin home from the reception. John has gone to another, so the violin is left behind. There is no more music in Sherlock\u2019s life. <\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

OH MY GOD, I\u2019ve never noticed that before!<\/p>\n

So, who notices the violin is still there? Molly? Greg? Mrs Hudson? John?<\/p>\n

What if Mrs Hudson takes it home, and chaps on Sherlock\u2019s door in the wee hours of the morning, still tipsy, calling,\u00a0\u201cSherlock, love? You left something at the-\u201d<\/p>\n

Sherlock opens the door abruptly. He is still in his starched, uncomfortable suit.\u00a0\u201cDid you ever see her again?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n

Sherlock swallows, then sighs.\u00a0\u201cMargaret, your\u2026 your friend<\/i>.\u201d<\/p>\n

Mrs Hudson blinks, caught off guard.\u00a0\u201cOh! W-well, I still saw her at, um, other weddings, birthdays, christenings-big things, you know. But then, we just sort of drifted apa-\u201d<\/p>\n

And, Sherlock winces, and shuts the door, leaving Mrs Hudson and the violin alone.\u00a0<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

EXCUSE<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

That morning his secret stash, perfectly hidden before in every single drugs bust sits innocently on the coffee table. He knows no one will stop him because they all are either too drunk or have moved on and away from him. Or both. The golden rays caress the old but cared for wooden case, ebony shining with the siren call of oblivion. Pale hands lift the lid slowly while a myriad of memories pre-John and post-John assault him. you\u2019ve always been, and always will be here\u2026 right old friend?<\/i> <\/i><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

\ud83d\udc94<\/p>\n

He does try to fight it, though. Honestly<\/i>. He endures the thought that John will never live at 221B again. He endures playing bloody cluedo<\/i> with Mrs Hudson<\/i>. Mycroft calls a few times, \u00a0and he relishes stabbing his phone\u2019s \u2018ignore\u2019 button.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s only when Lady Smallwood arrives with her sad tale that Sherlock spots his opportunity. He promises her that he will do everything in his power to stop Magnussen.<\/p>\n

When she has gone, he spends the rest of the night thinking of what he was like before John. I\u2019m a high-functioning sociopath. <\/i>And they believed<\/i> him. People always were so stupid. He slips back into the persona like it\u2019s an old friend. Life is always so much easier when you convince others that you have never cared, and never will.<\/p>\n

He speaks to his Homeless Network, and they recommend some man named Wiggins. Sherlock knows what needs to be done.<\/p>\n

It has to be realistic. After all, it\u2019s for a case<\/i>.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

Sniffle\u2026<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

Fine. You made my morning. Sad.\u00a0<\/p>\n

But about the violin – we do not see it once in HLV, do we? So the wedding is the last time he \u2026\u00a0<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

To your rooms.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

So well observed and so fucked up, you guys. You can come out of your rooms later on for ice cream.\u00a0<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

may-shepard: monikakrasnorada: gosherlocked: sherlock-little-weed: jenna221b: sherlockian-1881: wellthengameover: jenna221b: mirajani: jenna221b: Imagine Molly having a sinking feeling of dread throughout John and Mary\u2019s wedding. And, after the Mayfly Man has been arrested, she sees John and Mary enter the reception, arm in arm. Mary whispers something into John\u2019s ear and he gives a half chuckle as … <\/p>\n

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