Author's Note: This is a series of 100-word drabbles from a prompt table. I had done something similar to this with the Uncharted series awhile back, and had so much fun doing it I decided to try and see if I could make it fit with Sherlock, which was fairly difficult. I hope you enjoy.
Prompt: Melody
Molly isn't a musical person; never has been. Still, there is an ancient Casio electronic keyboard that takes up residence in her storage, something she hasn't thought about in years.
That is, until one day when she comes home from work and finds Sherlock sitting cross-legged on her hardwood floor, those beautiful hands tapping away at the plastic keys. Despite its age, the keyboard is managing to plunk out a tinny, but lovely tune.
Molly shuts the door softly behind her and only takes a few steps into the foyer.
"I miss my violin," Sherlock tells her softly.
Prompt: Agony
"Be still. Be still," Molly whispers to him.
She looks up at Mycroft. "You're going to have to get me morphine. Dilaudid. Anything. Something to take away the pain."
Sherlock lifts his head, delirious and in agony, holding his side where Molly just removed the shrapnel bits moments ago. He writhes on the table, but tries to remain calm and breathe. "No…no painkillers," he spits out, teeth chattering. "I—I can't-"
Molly touches his forehead with her cool hand, trying to comfort him. "You won't relapse. I won't let you." She looks back at Mycroft. "Do something."
Prompt: Apple
Molly sits at her desk in the morgue and takes a clean, sharp paring knife out. Carefully turning her apple in her hands, she peels all the skin of the apple off in one long, curling red ribbon, the way her mother taught her to. Then, she cuts the apple into neat, thin slices where she can see the star the seeds form in the middle. Molly sighs with content, and eats a slice of her apple with just a bit of almond butter.
Sherlock looks down at her, raising an eyebrow. "Sentiment," he says, and strides away.
Prompt: Echo
It is late when Molly gathers her things to leave.
I have to start getting out of here earlier, she tells herself, exiting out the door into the long hallway.
Apparently, she has been here longer than she imagined. Most of the lights are shut off, leaving only the one battery-powered light near the fluorescent EXIT sign several yards away. Molly's footsteps echo on the linoleum, making her feel somewhat spooked.
She stops, heart in her chest when she sees a tall, dark form steps towards her from the shadows. She very nearly screams, but stops herself. "Sherlock!"
Prompt: Last Dance
Molly sits quietly as John and Mary's wedding wraps up. John sits by his new wife, whispering into her ear, and the two giggle.
Molly sips at her champagne, surveying the mess left on the dance floor – flower petals, ribbons, confetti, a few stray hairpins. The DJ has just announced the last dance. Molly sets her glass down and stands, preparing to leave as a handful of couples take the floor.
When she turns around, Sherlock is standing behind her. She stares down at his offered hand, confused.
"I saved you the last dance," he tells her.