It was new to Molly Hooper, this feeling. This feeling of importance, of mattering, of counting. She was just Molly Hooper from St. Bart's, the one who helped Sherlock get the bodies for his experiments, the one who watched as Sherlock used the lab during investigations.
But now, she mattered, and she counted, even it was only to Sherlock. She counted. She was important. She was the person who this entire plan depended on.
And that was unsettling for Molly Hooper, just a little bit.
She had never counted before. She was just the girl in the background, the throwaway helper who could never seem to say or do anything right around Sherlock. To suddenly be the person to be counted on, to be told that she counted, it was strange.
This feeling of counting was new to Molly Hooper, but she liked it.
Even if it was only to Sherlock.
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