Sherlock: Sherlolly

Description: The exchange that should have occurred in the locker room in The Empty Hearse

It had been a long day and a sense of relief washed over Molly as she made her way to the locker room. She was exhausted, her back ached from bending over bodies all day and she wanted nothing more than to get home and have a long soak in the bath.

She reached her locker and opened it, happening to glance in the mirror on the inside of the door as she did so.

She froze.

A familiar figure was hovering just behind her own dishevelled reflection. She spun around and stared at the tall, thin form standing before her.

"Molly Hooper," Sherlock said in that familiar baritone. "It's been a while."

Molly wanted to say something sharp and witty in reply, but as per usual her feelings betrayed her. She rushed forward and flung her arms around Sherlock, pressing her face to his chest.

"You're supposed to hug me back," she muttered when he didn't respond.

"Oh, right." He placed one hand lightly on the small of her back and awkwardly patted her shoulder with the other. After a moment she broke away and they looked at each other. Sherlock cleared his throat.

"Molly I-"

Molly slapped him.

Sherlock's hand flew upwards to cover his stinging cheek as he stared at her in bewilderment. "What-?"

"Three years," she said angrily. "Three years and not one word!"

"Molly-"

"You could have called, you could have written. Anything! Where the hell were you anyway? No wait, don't answer that. You were probably off solving crimes as usual, far to busy to contact the people who care about you. I bet you didn't even spare a thought for the the individuals you left behind."

Sherlock had the grace to look ashamed. "I'm sorry. You're right, I have been busy. But I did think about you actually. Frequently."

Molly rolled her eyes and continued to glare at him. He held her gaze until her expression softened and she pulled him into another hug. This time, he knew what to do. When they released each other, Sherlock laid a hand on her cheek, preventing her from stepping away from him.

"I couldn't have done it without you, Molly Hooper," he murmured. Leaning forward, he kissed her softly on the lips. Then he moved away and she stared at him, wide-eyed.

"What was that?" She said breathlessly.

"It was a thank you," he replied. "Am I forgiven?"

"I don't know," she said seriously. "I might need another thank you."

Sherlock chuckled quietly. "Nice try." He smiled at her and planted another kiss on her forehead. "See you around, Molly Hooper."

And with a swish of long dark coat, he was gone.

Well there you go, I hope you liked it. It was my first try at writing romance, so critical feedback is welcomed. There should be a Destiel one coming this way soon.