A/N: A drabble, because I'm practicing. I had this little scenario burst out from me when my Sherlolly playlist reached Saint Etienne's "Tonight". I must confess, I'd love to see this happen in the series. I would cry infinite tears of joy. Infinite. x
Rooftop
It was their secret place. Even if it rained, hailed or snowed, it was their secret place and they would always meet. It was in this building that she dealt with death every day, in all shapes and all forms. And it was at this rooftop that he faced his own. When it rained, he would shield their heads with his trusty coat, and she would wrap their feet in her white lab coat. If it hailed, he would open one of the many umbrellas he had stolen from his brother and made sure not a single speck of ice touched his pathologist. On the nights where it snowed, they would lay their coats out, his dark one and her pure white one, side by side. They would sit on their coats and lift their heads, watching the gentle flakes fall.
Tonight, the sky was pitch black, but clear of ill weather. Stars speckled the sky like crushed diamonds on black velvet. Sherlock and Molly sat on the rooftop at Bart's, relishing the silence of night, the comfort of each other and the warmth of each other's hands.
"See you tomorrow?" he would always whisper as he leaned closely, almost kissing her.
"Of course," she would reply, smiling for him the only smile that made him remember he had a heart.
Many years later, when they no longer needed a secret place, they would still sneak up from time to time, hand in hand. He would not need to ask if he would see her the next day, for he always did. She was never able to smile in response, for her lips would be placed on his, as they kissed blissfully on the rooftop.
