A BAKER STREET VALENTINE
Molly filled her mug with coffee. It was early in the morning and Valentine's Day. Since she had no plans she decided to curl up with a good book, some coffee, and just take a day off. As she walked over from the kitchen to her living room, she noticed the scarf Sherlock left the other day when he was over having her help on a case he was working on.
"Sherlock," she thought to herself smiling. "he always forgets that thing every time he comes over."
As she took a seat on the couch to begin her day off, she couldn't help but to keep thinking of him. "I wonder what the great Sherlock Holmes does on Valentine's Day."
She laughs at the thought of his quirks and deductions and at the fact that she has feelings for such a strange man. Then she remembered the day that he told her she counted and always did. She never will forget that.
She dismissed those thoughts, and opened her book.
Around noon she received a text.
Come to Baker Street. –SH
"What could he possibly want, today of all days? I told him it was my day off." She considered that fact that he might actually want to ask her out on a date, but heaven knows that not possibly what he might want. Sherlock isn't like that. But she gets dressed and goes over anyways.
221B his flat always smells like tea, violin resin, (and other smells that aren't as pleasant.) As she walked in she finds him standing, looking out the window with a phone in his hand.
He's tall. Taller than she herself is. The two years that passed when he was "dead" were hard for her. She missed him every day. Since he has been back, he seemed even more handsome.
He turned to face her when she entered in. "Molly Hooper. Do you remember the case I had a time ago, concerning the woman, Irene Adler? Oh and Happy Valentine's Day."
Irene Adler. That name made her stiffen up. The only other woman in Sherlock's life that he had cared for. (Other than Mrs. Hudson, but that was different)
"Yes, I do remember her." She said cautiously.
"At one point, I cared for her. Quite a bit actually. When she left, I acquired the possession of her phone for sentimental purposes you could say. This phone to be precise." He held up the phone and watched Molly's reactions.
"Oh." Molly knew all this, but hearing it stung.
"But, that is no longer the case." As he said this, Sherlock threw the phone on the ground, and smashed it. "Irene Adler has no place in my heart anymore, because she never really did, and if she did it has been replaced."
"Oh?"
"Molly Hooper, I once told you that you were the only one that counted, and I meant every word. And if Irene Adler every had any place of fondness from me you have filled that and more. I care about you Molly."
She could feel herself blushing. She had dreamt for so long that someday he would say that.
Just as she was about say something, Sherlock strode over in all his confidence, tilted her head up toward his, and kissed her. A long and gentle kiss.
"I care about you too, Sherlock." She whispered and he took her in his arms and held her. She was pretty sure Sherlock had never done this to anyone before.
As he was holding her, he looked down and told her with dead seriousness, "I don't just care about you, I love you."
As he kissed her, Molly felt goose bumps, but she loved it. Who knew coming down to Baker Street on Valentine's Day was this wonderful?!
She pulled back a little, and said, "Who knew the great Sherlock Holmes had feelings, for me much less."
"I know. It's a confusing development. But those feeling have always been there, Molly Hooper. You count. You always have."