Hello there, I'm n.p.t.! This is my first story, and I hope you enjoy it.

So this would probably be around the time of the Fall, and in my mind, Sherlock stays at Molly's place until everything is fixed.

Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock, and I don't think I ever will

Sunshine

Sherlock couldn't explain how he came to care so much for Molly Hooper. It was something he couldn't deduce.

Maybe it was because she was different.

When he stayed at her flat, she was so cheerful. Honestly, nothing he could say would make her mad. Nothing could provoke Molly.

The worst thing that Molly could do to you was be disappointed in you.

Sherlock remembered only too well the Christmas party. He felt so angry at himself afterwards, because after all, what did Molly Hooper ever do to him?

That's right, only good.

Was Sherlock in love with Molly Hooper?

No, he didn't think so. Love was so stupid. Too messy. Too risky. But what he felt with Molly was certainly more than just friendship.

Why did Sherlock care so much for Molly?

Well, for one thing, she was stable. You could always count on Molly to give you a decent cup of coffee and something else to cheer you up. She was always strong.

He could always count on Molly, because Molly counted.

Sherlock didn't understand why he couldn't admit to himself that he loved Molly. Oh sure, he could just say it in his mind, but that would be a lie.

Maybe he didn't love Molly after all.

No, Sherlock had strong feelings for Molly, but they were not love, per say. Oh, it was all a jumble of thoughts and emotions. If only there was something simpler.

Wait.

Molly Hooper was sunshine.

Yes, that was something that made sense. Whenever he thought of Molly, he thought of sunshine.

The sweet rays on his face in the morning always made him happy.

Molly made him happy.

Warm, sweet, glorious sunshine.

So bright every day, but unlike the sun, Molly Hooper never disappeared. She was always there, glowing. Perhaps this was only a thing Sherlock loved about her, but then again, who said sunshine couldn't be a feeling?

Right then and there in Sherlock's mind, he made "Molly" and "sunshine" synonyms.

But maybe they always were?

Dammit, he was grinning like a fool, wasn't he?

Sherlock felt sunshine for Molly.

And honestly, that was better than love.

fin

Constructive criticism is welcome