I Defy You Stars

(My little Sherlolly oneshot with a Romeo and Juliet storyline.)

"For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo."

Where was she? He had to see her. He was back, Moriarty's Network in collapse and nothing left in his way; he was a freed man.

He needed to tell her the words he could never say, too afraid of what may happen to her if he did. Love was no longer a disadvantage but quite the opposite; Love could only make you stronger. And the truth was that he had always loved her, it had only ever been her. Molly Hooper, the only thought that had kept him going for the past 3 years.

He ran through the corridors of St Bart's, every step bringing him closer to her.
No one had said anything about her, not John, not Mycroft or even Mrs Hudson for that matter. How had she coped with his 'death?' She being the only one apart from Mycroft who knew his suicide was fake. Did she even know he was still alive?

He came to a halt as he reached her office door, reaching out to open the already unlocked door.

Inside her desk was empty except for a single envelope and a small bottle of pills on its side, its contents spilled across the surface.

Behind it there she lay, white as snow, her eyes wide open still as brown and beautiful as they had always been. Her skin white as snow, no longer blushing red.

He fell to his knees, his whole world crashing down upon him. He took her small body into his arms, his tears and cries unnoticed in the quite lonely morgue.

If only he'd told her, if only he'd done something to stop this. If only he had told her before it was too late.

He couldn't bear to open his eyes yet, and just sat there collapsed on the office floor with her body lying limp in his arms, cold as ice.

'M- Molly.' He whispered his forehead on hers. 'I know you can't hear me, and I know you never will but I need you to try for me. I need you to know something, please god you have to know, you should've known all along. I love you Molly. It's always, always been you but I was just so stupid, I was so- so blind. I need you to know that, Molly, to me you are perfect. The only Woman that ever counted. The only one I could ever love. The only Woman I shall ever love.'

Closing her eyes he placed a final kiss to her lips, a final goodbye.

Tears rolling down his face he opened her letter addressed to him.

'Remember me, I will love you always. But I understand now, that I will always be alone. You will never love me and that's okay because I've accepted it. So please don't feel responsible, because it's not your fault. I don't know if you're even still alive out there or even that you will ever read this letter but please know this, Sherlock. This was my escape, and now I am finally at peace.'

And with that he withdrew his pistol and lay beside her taking her hand in his. Tears no longer falling down his face, but the heartbreak and pain still evident. He would be with her now, for what was there worth living for without Molly? She was the sun, his source of life and now it had seemed light and life had turned to darkness and death.

Aiming it towards his head he pulled the trigger, his body falling beside her with their hands interlaced.

It had been an hour until someone had found them, and straight away Mycroft had been contacted.
The letter was given to John as Molly had no last relatives and scarce friends, him one of the lonely pathologists only friends.

Underneath Molly's writing, more had been added in a quick unsteady hand.

'You shall never be alone.'

The star-crossed lovers, now together forever in death.