DISCLAIMER: Of course, based in BBC Sherlock. None of that belongs to me.
A/N: I didn't write Molly, I just modified/added some parts of the dialog, but still all credits for ladycorvidae. I was Sherlock. This idea came after I logged into Omegle to make a couple of experiments.
EDITED 04-18-2012: Thank you ladycorvidae. You were an excellent Molly as well!
STRANGER Molly [FF user - ladycorvidae]
YOU Sherlock [FF user - Kr-NL]
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
You and the stranger both like Sherlock Holmes.
Stranger: I believe in Sherlock Holmes! -Molly
You: Molly... you're probably one of the few who still believe in me.
Stranger: Sherlock…? I can't... I mean, how are you holding up?
You: I was randomly talking to people in this chat. You know, bored... I typed my name as an "interest" see if I could find John and talk a bit to him.
You: Anonymously, of course. But I can't seem to find him.
You: How is he holding up?
Stranger: As well as can be expected… He's limping again.
You: I knew it, Molly. Remember I'm watching from a close distance.
You: I meant if he has... you know, talked to you.
Stranger: No, he hasn't.
You: Did he return to Backer Street?
You: I've seen him going in and out, but I don't know for sure if he's staying there.
Stranger: I don't know. I think he's staying with his sister.
You: At least he has something else to worry about.
You: Thank you, Molly.
You: How are you holding up? Is everything alright? Mycroft still doesn't know anything?
Stranger: No, Mycroft doesn't know anything. And I'm... I'm okay.
You: Molly...? What's going on? I know there's something else you're not telling me.
Stranger: Of course you know... you know everything. It's hard, Sherlock, being the only one who knows you're still alive. I can't tell anyone, not even your best friend. And it hurts. Especially when I see him so sad.
Stranger: And I... I miss you.
You: Why would you? You're the only one I can get in touch with, and you still miss me?
Stranger: I miss seeing you in person. It's... hard to explain.
You: I see; John used to talk about the need of physical contact for some people. I think I... understand you...?
You: But you know I can't meet anyone in person just yet.
Stranger: I don't know if you do understand... it's a bit more than that, Sherlock.
Stranger: And I know you can't see anyone in person yet.
You: More than that? What do you mean?
Stranger: I... oh God, I can't believe I'm about to tell you this...
Stranger: Sherlock, I love you. I know you don't feel the same way, but... I do.
You: Love? Are you serious?
You: Molly do you even know who you're talking to? You can't just...
You: I'm not... someone you can just love, Molly.
You: I'm not even human anymore.
You: Even if John thinks completely the opposite. He just keeps repeating how human I was...
Stranger: You ARE human, Sherlock Holmes. You faked your death to protect those who are important to you. You feel just as much as any other person…
Stranger: Though you just… don't express it in the same way.
You: Well technically, yes I am. Sometimes I just forget you're a scientist as well.
You: Don't think so highly about me. It's not safe.
You: I'm flattered though...thank you.
Stranger: I can think about whatever and whomever I want, Sherlock. And I'm quite invisible, remember?
Stranger: Three snipers, three bullets. I wasn't anywhere on that list. It was for the people who are important to you. I'm just your pathologist.
You: Molly... there is something... I don't know if I should tell you this, please don't take the wrong way.
You: I do have a heart. Moriarty saw it right through me, even if I have denied the luxury for years.
You: And I'm sure he saw because he has a heart as well.
You: Moriarty was protecting you.
Stranger: Wh-what?
You: It's the only possible explanation.
You: And you know, when you've eliminated everything else, no matter how improbable, what remains is the truth.
You: His pride was... you could say hurt. Because he could never rule your heart.
Stranger: But... but that can't be right! I mean, the only reason why he even pretended to like me was to get to you...
You: Molly, you still can't see it, can you…
You: It's all about his pride.
You: He was a good boyfriend to you, even if he was a fake one. Remember you gained three pounds.
Stranger: Two and half…
You: But he still couldn't win you over.
You: He wanted you to be for him... like John is to me.
You: It's not a romantic connection, Molly… he just wanted to feel power over someone… and one of the most powerful powers is over someone's heart.
Stranger: I... oh my God.
You: Are you alright?
Stranger: I... I think I will be. I've just… never seen things that way. I thought I didn't count for you.
You: You do count, you know it. I'm sorry I can't return your feelings.
You: Even if I could... it would be only be a danger to yourself.
Stranger: I know you can't love me back, or even if you'd want to. I just... I mean… thank you, Sherlock. For listening, I mean. Sorry to dump that on you all of a sudden.
Stranger: That wasn't fair of me.
You: It's alright, you probably just needed to let it out.
Stranger: Yeah.
You: Has Lestrade been suspicious? I've seen him going to Baker Street several times.
Stranger: No, he hasn't. Not that I can tell, at least. It was probably to look over your things... a crime scene, technically. And to help John, when he's there.
You: Good. Molly, we can't rise any suspicion.
You: We need to be very cautious.
You: Do you still have my new phone number?
Stranger: I do.
You: And you need to know, I asked one of my homeless' gang to watch out for you. There is a new gang in your neighbourhood, in case anything happens, they're 100% trustworthy.
Stranger: Oh! Thank you.
You: No, Molly. Thank you.
You: I don't know what I would have done if I hadn't found you on the mortuary that day, did I ever tell you that?
Stranger: N-no... you didn't.
You: I owe you an apology, then. You saved my life... and I hold onto the hope all of this will be over soon.
You: I'm going to go back to John in a couple of months.
You: Until then, we need to keep on like this.
Stranger: That's good. I mean, that you can come back.
Stranger: And of course, I'm here, in case you need anything.
You: I don't know how John is going to react. I must confess I'm a little... how do you call this...?
Stranger: Anxious?
Stranger: Nervous?
You: All that combined, probably.
You: I feel a physical reaction in my stomach whenever I think about coming back.
Stranger: Yes, that would be nerves. And to be quite honest, he's probably going to punch you in the face.
You: Probably. He has punched me before, he's a strong man.
You: I think you should be there in case he kills me for real.
Stranger: I don't think he would, but yeah, I'll be there.
You: I should probably disconnect now, Molly.
You: This could be dangerous for you.
Stranger: Right. Remember, though, what I said. If you need ANYTHING... please, let me help you.
You: I know.
Stranger: All right.
You: Goodbye, Molly Hooper.
Stranger: Goodbye, Sherlock Holmes. Be careful, please.
You: Yes.
You have disconnected.