A/N: Another Sherlolly one-shot (more of a drabble, really)! Angst, but with hope...
Review please! : )
Disclaimer: I don't own any of this. If I did, we'd have Seasons 3 AND 4 coming out NOW, Sherlolly scenes would abound, and Benedict Cumberbatch would be sitting here with me. : )
Counting. 1, 2, 3.
Three bullets. Three gunmen. Three friends.
She had been able to see clearly, in her own mind, the hovering red points of destruction, a mockingly understated harbinger of the red life's blood that would be shed, if—
If he did not fall.
And so he fell, and she helped him—helped him crush three hearts, and save them.
John. Mrs. Hudson. Lestrade.
There was no bullet for her. No bullet for Molly Hooper. The mouse in the mortuary, who should never date anyone again for the sake of law and order, who shouldn't make jokes, who had thought herself a nothing, forgotten by all—especially him.
She was not one of the three.
She'd never counted—
But that was exactly why she did.