A/N: Hi guys. I hope this is more in character of Sherlock and Molly, and I apologise that in my last story Molly echoed Irene's personality. I own nothing; it al belongs to the BBC, Mark Gatiss, Stephan Moffat and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Feel free to send me prompts on Tumblr, Twitter and on here, cumberbabe1976. Also if you would like I can speak Spanish and can rewrite all of this in Spanish :-)
Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoy it!
SM
Chapter 1:
Pain. That's all I remember after he left; the dull aching in the place where my heart should be and the guilt of lying to everybody chewing at my insides. But that was nothing, whenever I saw him battered, bruised and bleeding was when it hurt the most, knowing that he'd done this all to save three people. Three very important people, to him that is. I guess this was what unrequited love is: the constant pain and the brutal reality that you know nothing will ever happen between you and the subject of all your fantasies. However you would think all of these things would drive you away but if he asked me to do what I did, and do, again I would, without hesitation. As each week would come and go Sherlock's visits became fewer and further between. Slowly weeks turned to months and months have turned to years; the last time I saw Sherlock was on the 1st of January three years ago.
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The wind wailed against the window panes and the rain tapped heavily at the window. Maybe it was the lightening that drew my to gaze out the window, or it might have been woman's intuition but the exact moment I went and stood at the window and stared out into the dreary night my gaze was returned by a icy stare from a familiar set of cobalt eyes.
"Sherlock?" I asked opening the window to let the former consulting detective in.
"Molly you know it's me there is no need to ask such stupid questions. You recognised my eyes; you're pupils are dilated and you're breathing heavier than usual. Honestly, what is it like in your funny little brain of yours?" Sherlock announced ducking and sliding gracefully through the window and into my flat. He was soaked, his leather jacket soaked through and the rest of his clothes dirty and damp; his shorter mousey locks clinged around his face and he dripped all over the carpet. Despite all of this he still looked gorgeous.
"Sherlock, erm you n...nnn...need to erm bathe and I n..n...need to clean and dry your clothes." I stuttered, looking down at my hands and not at him.
"Fine. I will have a shower, then I will have some of your left over dinner. After those tasks have been completed you will tend to my injuries and then I will get some rest." Sherlock announced, already making his way to the bathroom, clothes left where they fell after making his way there.
Half an hour later Sherlock had finished the first two items on his task list and was wrapped up in one of Molly's spare dressing gowns. I was mentally preparing myself for what was about to happen. I walked from my tiny kitchenette to the living room, bringing with me two cups of tea and a plate of biscuits. When I reached my worn suede sofa, where Sherlock, for the moment occupied, I placed the drinks and biscuits on the coffee table to the right of it, where the book I was currently reading lies. 'Just ignore him, act like a normal human being' I said to myself, hoping that that was going to prevent me acting like a school girl with a crush on the professor.
"Ready?" I squeaked, panicking already; the butterflies fluttering violently around my stomach.
"Always." He muttered, slipping into his mind palace.
He left during the night. I heard my door creek open and the light from the hallway stream onto my face. Luckily the one thing I could do was fake sleeping so I stayed still, keeping my breathing steady. I heard him cross the room until I could feel his breath on my face.
"Goodbye Molly Hooper, thank you." He whispered, gently caressing my cheek and placing a soft kiss on my forehead. The sound of foot steps returned, followed by the creek of a door and a click of the lock. Then there was silence.
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I took a deep breath, making an attempt to calm down. Sadly the tears fell and the weather was the pathetic fallacy in the background, the rain mirroring my tears. Soon I had no tears left to shed and thought the best idea would be to lock up and wallow in bed. I pulled across the dead bolt on the door and did he chain, ensuring that the door was locked. After doing that I turned around and headed towards my bedroom, but stood staring out of my window was a tall, slender figure.
"Sherlock!" I gasped in shock.
"Hello Molly." He replied.
