Hello, everyone! I know its been weeks since I've written anything. Now, I've decided to try my hand at the BBC 'Sherlock' series since I've recently become addicted to the show, as well as become a fan of the gorgeous and obviously talented Benedict Cumberbatch! Strictly, this one-shot is for experiment purposes for me to get my feet wet in this universe. I'll welcome any helpful tips at getting the characters right. Also, reviews would be greatly appreciated. Thank you and have a happy holiday!
Molly's POV:
I have not the faintest idea what I mean to this man who sets my emotions into an emotional whirlpool of ecstasy and misery. Every word he has ever said to me remains in the back of my mind…
The criticisms of my attitude and appearance with his brilliant perception have caused me great amount of self-worth, but I want to believe he does not intend to be outright cruel to me for the sake of being harsh.
What I really want to know is what I am to the only consulting detective, who comes to me for assistance when my presence is required.
My heart tells me that I hold just an ounce of importance to him, only a small portion too insignificant to hold any real effect on him. Then, my brain argues that I'm only the girl from the morgue who is infatuated with a man strictly bound to what he does, not for a paid occupation, but to keep himself from going mad with boredom. Just a naive girl with a crush…
His intelligence, his brutal charisma and downright unusual habits make him different than other men I've known.
Then, there's the rare look of gentleness in his eyes, one I've only caught a glimpse of at the Christmas party held at his flat. The note of regret in his baritone voice at the realization that he'd gone too far with a "deduction" of me. He had asked me to forgive him, and I'd almost immediately wanted to say that I did, right before he'd given me a brief kiss upon my cheek.
Only then did I see the possibility of holding a small place in his life… As a friend, a trusted accomplice, perhaps?
He told me that I did count as someone important in his life, but I don't know if I should actually believe it. Now, the doubt plants itself within my heart that my feelings for him will be reciprocated. I try not to let it overwhelm what we have together, however trivial it may appear. Maybe, it would be for the best if our interaction only remained as such, no matter how my heart aches for more.
Whenever he needs me, I'll be there. Even if I have to live with my affection never being returned, I'll be there in his corner to support and defend him. The clever detective is seen as a brilliant one to most people. But in my eyes, he's a man of unbeatable intellect with flawed qualities that make him human.
And they only make me love him all the more…