A/N - I don't own Sherlock or Molly. No copyright intended.
Prompt from Sherlollypops:
Sherlock see's molly and Greg talking and laughing, and overhears Greg talking about a date, He then tries to stop it and adorable sherlolly-ness
A soft giggle echoed the corridors of Bart's morgue.
Molly.
His Molly.
No, she wasn't his.
But she would be.
He couldn't keep it bottled up any longer. He had to tell her how he felt. Pin-pointing the exact moment these feelings had suddenly arose was impossible. When he had stopped seeing mousy Molly Hooper as just the doe-eyed Pathologist at his beck and call, but as someone he could rely on and trust. She had helped him in more ways than one - not just in assisting him in faking his death in order to defeat Moriarty, but as a friend.
Who was he fooling! She had single handily found the means to save his life in a matter of hours! He would never had admitted that before, but she had changed him. Humanised him in ways he never though possible. He was the cold hearted, world's only Consulting Detective, only interested in solving crimes for fun, not regarding the families of the victims in any way. But now he found himself caring greatly for the lives of his friends (few they were) - prepared to do anything to protect them. She had made him better. Worthy of being saved.
He was aware she had once loved him, but after everything he had said and done to her, manipulating and playing with her feelings to get only what he wanted and casually ignoring her interests, he was not sure she still felt the same.
His brother's words circled his thoughts. ''All lives end. All hearts are broken. Caring is not an advantage.''
He knew that. He had never let anyone in before and realised that if he let her in, there was a considerable chance she would reject him, but this was Molly. She was worth getting his heart broken for.
A loud chuckle suddenly interrupted him from his musings.
Graham Lestrade.
Or was it Gavin?
A/N2 - thanks for reading.