Here's a prompt for my dear Sarah, aka chaosisblue. She asked for this yesterday, and after listening to the song OVER AND OVER AGAIN...I finally completed it. Lol. It's angsty, because well, that's what I do. Hope you all enjoy! SONG FIC!
I DO NOT OWN BBC, SHERLOCK, MOLLY, OR LEONA LEWIS!
Based on "Keep Bleeding Love" by Leona Lewis
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Molly sits down at her desk, writing a letter that will never be read.
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Sherlock,
I'm so happy you're back. I am just ready for everything to return to normal. For John, for Mrs. Hudson, for you. Even for me. Well, maybe not how it used to be. I don't want to go back to being invisible to you. I try so very hard to get you to notice me. Not even notice, but even just to look at me. To see me. There were a couple of times, when we first met, that I thought that you might have. I was wrong. And then, then you changed. You said you needed me. That you needed my help. I wish it were still as true now as it was then. I understand, though. Things have gone back to normal. I'm happy about that, even if it means you don't see me. I still see you. I see the real you, the version of yourself you try to keep hidden. Worse still, I see the part of you that you are trying to keep killed. I see the worry you hide for everyone behind those eyes. The fear that you will have no one to save you again. Or the fear that you won't be able to save them again. Mostly, I wonder if it's a fear that you can't save yourself. It's okay, that you don't admit it. I can see it anyway. I want to tell you, my offer from then still stands. If you need anything, I'm yours. Always. Sherlock, please, I just need you to know that I love you. I've always loved you, and I always will. I'll be here. Whenever, If ever, you need me. I'm here.
Love always,
Your Molly
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Molly folds the stationary and tucks it in the envelope. After she seals it, she presses her lips gently to the tip of the flap of the envelope. A few gentle tears fall from her eyes, and she wipes them away from her cheeks. Just as she slid the envelope into her desk drawer, the door to the morgue swung open.
"Molly, I need to see the body for the Hill case. Also, some coffee, please." Sherlock's commanding voice echoed off the white walls. Molly sighed, and summoned a smile to her face.
"Oh, hello Sherlock." She said sweetly, casting a final look at the drawer holding her heart.
'You're a bleeding fool, Molly Hooper, a bleeding fool.'
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So, this is just some angsty fun I wrote for a Sarah. It's not very long, but it's probably the realistic case of what would happen after TRF. Hope you all enjoyed it! Throw money! Lol...leave me a review. Thanks, I love you all!
**Update**: Due to a request, I had to take the lyrics off of this story. But do PLEASE go check out the song. It makes sense.
