Hello everyone.

This is my first fanfic in english so please consider this at the beginning that I will try my very best.

As I am not a native speaker it is very difficult for me to write everything the way down as it comes in my head. So I hope you can forgive me for every mistake that I make in this story.

It would be great if you could help and give me some advice.

The characters in this Story belong to the BBC and the great Steven Moffat and Mark Gatiss.

I do not own anything but my bad english.

Hope you enjoy !

Molly Hooper loved the music.

It was her only possibility to give her voice strength and power.

Yes, she was the mousy, shy, weak and stammering pathologist who had fallen for Sherlock Holmes.

She was nice, always saying yes to everyone and everything. Her colleagues and friends knew all of that. But everything changed when she started to sing.

It was like there was another Molly Hooper, deep inside her. Confident, extravert, sexy.

Of course she was not a professional singer and she was also sure to never receive a prize for her music. But something in her voice was making the people listen and think.

Molly had no intention to do it to people. Everything turned when she began to sing and Molly forgot the whole world, her insecurity, problems, fear, unfulfilled dreams and wishes.

Only for some minute she was lost in her thoughts and after that the world seemed somehow changed.

Though it weren't her songs she sang, Molly every time choose the right songs to the right time for her own feelings.

And every time during singing a little part inside her was dying.

Another Thursday in the week and hopefully Party-Time at the „Karaoke-Contest" – with live music.

The winner takes it all: good old whiskey, the desired approval and of course a small classified ad somewhere in the London Times.

Molly felt sick.

She was nervous, soaked in sweat and as pale as death like a vampire in a bad Hollywood movie.

She shot an evil glare to her best friend Mary Watson in the audience. Oh, how much she hated this woman at the very moment.

Dragged to this club – formally called it a "girls-night" – with the intention to drink and sing till the early morning, forget about men.

Forget about one man – Mr Sherlock fucking bloody Holmes.

Never Molly had thought that this was just a trick from Mary to give her the chance to sing in front of a big audience. In front of a jury. With scores. With radio and newspaper. Official.

Oh God, I'm going to faint !

Molly tried to kept breathing.

How much she wished for something to drink. A strong shot to forget about the bad excitement she was feeling.

But it was too late now.

The host was welcoming Molly to the stage and the people clapped gentle.

She took some groggy steps to the wooden stage and laughed nervously as the host gave her his hand to ask her about her name and work.

Molly answered his questions silent and slow, too nervous to take a look in the audience.

She knew that Mary and John were sitting in the front row, looking at her confident and proud.

Oh, fuck them all…!

She hated them, all of them.

She knew that Mary knew that she was only singing at home, sometimes in her laboratory or at the morgue. Barely in bars and only if others would join her.

But never complete alone in front of people. Actually in front of many people.

And here she stood – ready to make a laughingstock of herself because of the song she had chosen.

And only one person to blame: Sherlock Holmes.

As the host was asking about this special song Molly felt the warmness in her cheeks.

"It is for someone special." was her only comment on this matter and the host smiled gently at her.

Then he left the stage and the band began to play.

I need your love, I need your time

When everything's wrong, You make it right

I feel so high, I come alive

I need to be free with you tonight

I need your love

Molly closed her eyes, shutting the world completely out.

She didn't want to see the laughter on their faces or their pity in their eyes.

Molly wanted to feel the music, to breath it in, become one with it.

Still her heart was beating fast and hard, still her hands were shaking visibly for the others to see. Her voice was strong and soft.

And full of sadness.

I take a deep breath every time I pass your door

I know you're there but I can't see you anymore.

And that's the reason you're in the dark

I've been a stranger ever since we fell apart

And I feel so helpless here,

Watch, my eyes are filled with fear.

Tell me, do you feel the same?

Hold me in your arms again !

Of course she thought about Sherlock the time she had chosen that song for the contest.

She always saw his face when she sang.

Her love for this man was too deep.

Everyone knew that she loved him. Damn, he himself knew she loved him, he was not blind.

She knew also, that Sherlock only played with her feelings to get better access to the lab to do his strange experiments.

But he never give her hope at all. That was the worst thing which hurted the most.

Sometimes Molly just wished he would tell her straight into the face that he could never love her. But he didn't, never will.

And so she was still hoping, and wishing, and thinking and praying.

All the years, All the times, You have never been to blame.

And now my eyes are open, And now my heart is closing.

And all the tears, All the lies, All the waste I've been trying to make it change.

And now my eyes are open

I need your love, I need your time

When everything's wrong, You make it right

I feel so high, I come alive

I need to be free…

Her voice was breaking by the end and Molly's heartbeat grew faster. She knew it was a bad idea to sing. Every time she would be sentimental.

Hell, even the tears were coming now behind her closed eyes and she took a deep bow to hide them.

The applause she received after the band was finished with the melody was deafening and Molly beamed happily.

John and Mary gave her standing ovations and were also screaming loud her name.

She smiled and nodded in the audience.

And stood suddenly very, very still.

Molly felt numb as she met the eyes with the famous consulting detective.

He was hiding beneath a column near the front door and she was sure that neither John nor Mary knew that he would be there to listen to her.

Her face was getting pale and she felt suddenly very cold.

Molly's complete behavior didn't get missed by Mary and she turned around, looking in the same direction as her friend.

Her eyes grew wide in surprise and she shouted John's name, who also turned around.

But the only Thing he saw was the top of a dark coat, as the man left the location head over heels.

Molly left the stage also very fast, couldn't quite believe it.

Wasn't it enough that this man was following her not only in her dreams?

This beautiful creature with the high cheekbones, the wonderful curly head and the mesmerized eyes.

She grabbed her bag with the keys and went to the back door.

For a moment she hesitated and thought about to turn around for John and Mary.

But Molly shook her head and went outside.

For today she had definitely enough.

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