The start of a collection of Sherlock x Molly moments based on the BBC series 'Sherlock'. I love this show and have great respect for the creators and actors, I hope you'll enjoy reading.

Disclaimer: My fan fictions are not written for profit and no copyright infringement is intended. I do not own 'Sherlock Holmes', 'Sherlock' or any of the characters.

A/N: This takes place between 'The Reichenbach Fall' and 'The Empty Hearse'.

Patience

Sherlock and Molly silently stood in her living room, facing each other.

Countless thoughts crossed her mind. 'He will leave the country...dismantle Moriarty's network...how long will it take...it will be dangerous...what if he gets hurt? No, it's Sherlock, he will be alright...but it's really dangerous...what if...?' Despair was written all over her face.

'I still have preparations to make, I don't know how long I'll be abroad,' he stated, motionless, his hands in his coat pockets.

Molly took a deep breath and slowly approached him.

'But...just this once...I...,' she swallowed, unable to finish the sentence.

She closed her eyes before she suddenly raised herself on tiptoes and pressed her lips against his.

Sherlock's eyebrows raised in shock but he didn't move. He started to frown and just looked down at her face with his hands still in his coat pockets.

When she moved her face away from his, she slowly opened her eyes but instantly gazed down to the floor.

A short and dry 'Hm.' escaped from his lips. He still didn't move but his eyes were fixed on her.

'I'm sorry,' she whispered, still staring at the floor. 'I should-'

She suddenly looked up as he took a step towards her and carefully grabbed her wrist. 'Increased pulse,' he calmly stated and then looked into her eyes, 'dilated pupils, too.'

Unable to endure his intense gaze, Molly looked down at her wrist in his hand.

'And...goosebumps,' Sherlock raised his eyebrows in surprise. 'Are you cold?'

She couldn't help but smirk. She kept her head lowered so he wouldn't see her reaction. 'No, that's...that's because of...your touch,' she shyly whispered and loosened her wrist from his grip.

'But my hands are not cold.' Now he seemed to be confused.

She had to smirk again. Despite his genius and deduction skills, he was still blind to certain human reactions – caused by emotions he had not experienced himself. She hated herself for finding him adorable when he's clueless. 'Luckily that hardly happens,' she thought to herself.

'Well, I...um...maybe you should g-go now, I mean...you still have a lot to prepare, don't you?'

He seemed puzzled for a very short moment but quickly recovered his mind. 'Yes,' he just replied and went past her to towards the front door.

'Please be careful,' she calmly said.

He suddenly froze. 'Molly?'

'Yes?'

'Did I...,' he paused, '...hurt you?'

Her mouth formed a light smile. 'No,' she replied but her eyes started to fill with tears.

'Good.' He continued to approach the front door. When he reached for the knob he turned his face to hers. 'It never was, never is and never will be my intention to hurt you in any way.'

She now smiled brightly at him, one single tear falling from her cheek.

'I know I'm blind to certain things. You'll have to be patient with me, Molly Hooper,' he said with a half-smile before he finally went out the door.

'I will, Sherlock Holmes.'

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