A/n: Before you read, I wanted to say this story was also on Quotev. This is my idea and it was on my Quotev account, I just wanted to let you know. Keep in mind I made it a bit better than the other one, please enjoy.
Chapter 1: That Dream
Molly was alone at St. Bartholomew's morgue on a night shift, for a young college that just started work two days ago. She would rather be at her flat on the couch, reading her favourite book. But, she did offer to do his paper work for him and now she regrets it.
"Why do I have to be so nice sometimes" she mumbled to herself.
Two hours pass and it was almost one in the morning. Molly was starting to get tired, and while she was on her last page she hears heavy footsteps coming from the hallway.
"Who's there?" she said as her voice shook.
Molly was supposed to be the only one in the wing on her night shift tonight, she was supposed to be the only one there. No one answered her.
"Hello?"
Nobody answered. She got a weird feeling in the pit of her stomach. She slowly stood up, and started to walk towards the door. Molly could still hear the heavy footsteps.
"Hello?" she said again as she opened her office door, she saw that John was in the distant darkness.
"Oh, thank god. I'm glad it's you, how are you John?"
He didn't answer.
"John?"
He still didn't answer, he walked past her so quickly by her that he accidentally tripped her.
"Hey, watch where you're going!"
He was already gone, and she was feeling frightened.
"John?" her voice squeaked.
He still didn't answer her. So she decided to look for him in familiar rooms. One by one she looked, but she didn't find him.
"God I hate the morgue at night" she said as an idea came to mind. 'John would go more likely in a room where he and sherlock have been in before'. So she checks the computer lab, no sign of him. She checked the science lab, no sign of him. Molly was starting to give up, but she remembered a room she forgot to check. She walked to the door, she heard a sound inside.
Molly stopped to listen, and she hears sobs. 'John sobbing, why?'. She opened the door slowly.
"John?"
He couldn't answer. She walked closer to him.
"John?"
John wanted to answer, but he couldn't stop crying. Molly was closer to him now, looking down at him. She sat down next to him.
"John, are you okay?"
John turned towards her to look at her, and he hugged her tight still sobbing. 'Poor John' she thought, as she tried to comfort him.
Molly thoughtlessly hugged him back, and started saying "Everything will be fine, I'm sure of it".
John was still crying. 'I never really got to know John like this before, it's nice aside the circumstances', molly thought she was able to ask John now.
"John, what's wrong?"
He slowly points to a mini door on the wall beside him, she got a quick sharp pain in her stomach. But she walked slowly towards it, she was a little curious that is in there to make him cry. So she opened the door and pulled out the tray and unzipped the body bag. As she quickly recognized the face, she fell down holding her stomach and crying. 'No not sherlock. No, no, no no…' .
"No!" she screamed in heart break.
To be continued.
