A/N: I do not own Sherlock
While many things could be said about Molly Hooper, that she was a cat lover, she worked in a place of death, that she was just as attracted to sociopaths and psychopaths as John Watson, no one could claim that Molly Hooper was weak. Not if they were honest, at least. Because the truth was that molly Hooper was perhaps, the strongest person that Sherlock Holmes and his associates had ever known. They were just to busy looking at her jumpers and her mannerisms to notice the brute amount of strength Molly Hooper kept hidden from the rest of the world.
By all means, Molly had been passed over countless times. In times of trouble or worry, it never occurred to anyone, that she was one of two people they depended upon to never change, to never move. She was the most inconspicuous rock of all. Molly Hooper had seen death. She saw it everyday. Some of the cruelest deaths and the most brutal of murders passed through her morgue each day. People who met her would never guess her occupation.
To John Watson and Greg Lestrade, she was the poor soul who had fallen for the emotionless Sherlock Holmes. They pitied her as she fumbled around him, nervous in her own workplace. They watched as Sherlock overlooked and insulted Molly. They felt sorry for her, and tried to befriend her. They also underestimated her. It takes great inner strength to put up with such coldness day in and day out. To stand tall and to come back was what made her strong.
When Molly's ex-boyfriend or perhaps current one, turned out to be the criminal mastermind, Jim Moriarty, no one asked if she was okay. And why would they? There were more important issues on the horizon, such as capturing or killing the aforementioned consulting criminal. Therefore, Molly Hooper sucked it up and moved on. She didn't cry or ask herself why she always went for the dangerous ones. The ones who would never love her back, that couldn't love her back. She wondered why she couldn't have become a child practitioner. Married a nice man. Maybe had a few children. However, Molly Hooper was stronger and tougher than that. She had known she could do something more. She could help solve crimes and catch killers; perhaps that was why she was the only Pathologist that would help Sherlock Holmes. She wanted to be a hero. She was in a way, now, but she was also just the pathologist.
Molly Hooper wasn't quite sure how she managed to get herself invited to John and Sherlock's Christmas party, but she was happy all the same. In fact, she was so excited that when she walked into 221B Baker Street, she realized she might have been overdressed. That was okay, because when she slapped Sherlock, for once everybody knew she was strong.
They still underestimated her. Jim Moriarty underestimated her strength especially. He had been so focused on Sherlock, even when he was dating Molly. Molly understood this. Still, in a sick way, it wounded her that she was too meek to even be cared about by the consulting criminal, too average to be a threat. People had underestimated Molly Hooper her whole life, but now, it was different. Jim Moriarty would come to regret the day that he had thought. Molly Hooper was too innocent to be a threat. Molly Hooper may have been an Angel, but she was stronger than the darkest devil.
Many people quaked in fear the day they saw the television declaring Moriarty was back, but Molly Hooper didn't blink an eyelash. She didn't cry, she wasn't scared, she just hoped that if Jim was back, she could survive their third round. Molly Hooper was nothing if not strong.