The days autopsies were filed away and molly eagerly awaited to leave the draft of the basement in Barts and return to her cozy flat. swinging her bag across her body, molly flipped off the lights and walked towards the door.
"you were wrong you know" molly jumped releasing a small squeak in surprise as she turned around to face her consulting detective. " you do count, you always have and I have always trusted you." the sadness in his eyes latched themselves on her heart, spreading an amount of dread that she only read about.
"what do you need?" slowly as if approaching a wild animal, molly stood before him ready to do what ever it took.
"If i was a fake, and everything you ever knew about me was false would you still love me? would you still help me?"
"what do you need?" she pleaded more desperately grabbing her hand he looked into her eyes.
"You, always you."
"You have always had me" Sherlock smirked in the most beautiful way, once again grabbing her heart.
"Molly, I think I am going to die-"
"NO, I wont let that happen Sherlock." Frustrated he continued
"I think I am going to die, but i want you to know that you are forgiven, always and completely forgiven, and I Lo…...care for you a great deal." she couldn't believe her ears, did he just almost say love?
"what..um..I love you to Sherlock i always have..but what do you mean your going to die… i don't understand." bringing her hand to his lips and yet again assaulting her heart.
"Just remember Molly Hooper, you are loved." and with that he left. she never though that it would be the last time she saw him.
He was gone. Molly vaguely remembered the day before he left. It seemed to stretch into a never-ending oblivion days turned in to never-ending months. Her fiends finally after three months convinced her to go out on a blind date. It's not that tom was a bad guy, it was the opposite. however it had only been two weeks and already she was sick of this Sherlock "look-alike" everything reminder her of HER consulting detective. he was in every laugh, smile, and thought. every kiss they shared felt like betrayal. in the end it became too much, and she left tom.
She visited his grave every so often, dropping off flowers and staying for a chat not that he could answer back, but still it was comforting. she visited john and Mrs Hudson every week which often lifted her spirits, it was when she was alone that the demons crashed in on her. images of Sherlock falling to his death, and his body smashed and bloodied begging for help. Molly was not allowed to do his autopsy, in fact they had rushed her out of the morgue the moments before they brought the body in.
It was a few weeks ago that Sherlock's name was cleared after news and proof came about that Richard Brooks was in fact James Moriarty that molly found a small flower upon her desk at home. It had been a long day and molly was grateful to finally be home, as she opened the door, Toby scurried up, rubbing his body across her legs. "yes hello love, are you hungry? I bet you are. Let me put my stuff down and i shall feed you." walking into her small living room molly flipped on the switch and was surprised to see a small red rose laying upon her desk. hesitantly she picked it up, reading the card.
Remember
SH