Sherolly These Strange New things

by thisisbenaddiction

Molly hopper's feelings for the illustrious Sherlock Holmes has been strong from the moment she met him. Will she find that those feelings have returned after a year of him living in the shadows and Molly being the only person he can truly be himself with? If you could leave a review It would be greatly appreciated. My first-ish go at writing, so I hope you like it!

1. Molly

Unexpected

Molly Hopper. The woman that helped the magnificent Sherlock Holmes fake his own death.

The only person in London to know he was still alive,but she still hurt. He could deduce everything about her, but never how deep her feelings for him went.

It had been a year since his 'death', and not a day went by that she didn't think of him. It destroyed her that she had lied to everyone she knew, everyone she cared for.

John had done his best to move on with his life. He was engaged to Mary Morstan, he was the happiest he had been since Sherlock's death.

And here was Molly, still clinging to the hope that he would return, and she would wait for him.

It was a Friday evening, Molly was walking home from work. It was the beginning of December, she was freezing and it was almost pitch black, which meant she couldn't see the face of the tall muscular figure approaching her until she collied with him.

"Lestrade! Oh what a surprise, I'm sorry I didn't see you there." Molly was genuinely surprised to see the Inspector, the last time she had seen his was Sherlock's funeral...

"Oh well, yea, I was actually hoping to bump into you." Molly thought she could see him blush but it could have been because of the cold, she couldn't be sure.

"Oh yea? W-well i've sort of been a bit busy, yo-you know what it's like." Molly could feel herself blushing.

"How have you been, I know you took Sher-his death pretty bad. Well a lot of people did, he was a great man."

"He was a brilliant man, Inspector."

"Well yes,anyway it was lovely to see you again Molly, and I hope you have a wonderful Christmas" Lestrade gave her a quick friendly hug and they both went their separate ways.

Returning home to her empty flat was not something Molly particularly enjoyed, now more than ever. She was totally alone, emotionally ans well as physically. She had a restless sleep most nights. But she wasn't getting any sleep this night in particular. Why, because as she stepped into her bedroom and switched on her light, her bed was occupied by none other than a sleeping Sherlock Holmes.