SPOILERS FOR THE ENTIRE THIRD SEASON OF SHERLOCK; DON'T READ THIS IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN IT BECAUSE THAT'D RUIN EVERYTHING FOR YOU SHERLOCK FANDOM FUTURE!
wrote this out of complete boredom and if you don't like Sherlock X Molly I'm fine with that.
Theme: Drama/angst and romance, Major Characther death and some swearing (Kids, cover your eyes!)
"I'm sorry."
He keeps repeating the words like a broken record player, repeating the same part over and over and over. His stomach didn't stop turning, making him nauseous and making him feel like crap. He hasn't felt like this since Redbeard died. Snow made little chunks in his scarf, making it wet and making him feel even more cold then he already was. He breaths out, hot air escaping his mouth, making a small cloud in the cold winter air. He hears something approaching and turned around. She's walking towards him, a faint smile on her face. She stops beside him. She wrapped her hands around his, sharing some of her warmth with him. "He knows it wasn't you fault," she whipers. He holds her hands more firmly. "But I know he's wrong," he answers with a trembling voice. She lifted his chin up with her hands. "Even the great Sherlock Holmes can make mistakes."
He remembers the Chrismas party of a couple of years ago. She'd carefully wrapped his present with the love and care she showed at work, despite her sad past, and he had mocked her because of it. It still stung him like a needle when he thought of that moment of stupidity. Not because he was ashamed that he made a mistake, but because he had hurt her. He had ripped away every single bit of repect she could have for him after all his rude manners and had crushed it. He had felt guilty, apologizing in the most kind way he could think of. Then Irene had texted him and had ruined everything.
She kisses his cheek and embraces him. He returns the embrace, hiding his face in her hair. She let's go and reaches out her hand. He looks at the gravestone. "We can come again tomorrow." He nods and wraps his hand around hers. "Can we invite Mary for dinner?"He asks softly. She smiles."Of course." As they walk away, the snow slowly covers the entire graveyard.
Mary arrives around 7, with a sad smile on her face. She greets them with a hug and sits down at the table. She and Sherlock talk about things while Molly finishes dinner. She enters the room with Pasta and a bottle of wine, glasses and plates already set. They hold a toast to the missing member of their party and finish dinner. After Mary leaves, Sherlock sits in his chair, head in hands while Molly lights the fire. They sit down and remain there the rest of the evening, in comfortable silence. When he slips into bed, she awaits him with a question. "Do you think he's happy, knowing you grieve just like he did?" He smiles. "No, but I think he's happy we think off him."
A/N Sorry for the horrible ending, but I'm getting tired and wanted to finish his. I don't own Sherlock and it's characthers though
Love, Sonata
