A/N: Okay, the real last part!
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Especially not the lyrics for "Little Talks".
Part Three
Molly fussed with her outfit for the fifteenth time, then said to Darla (who was her wardrobe assistant), "Does this look fine?"
Darla rolled her eyes, and said, "Molly, I'm sure it looks fine."
Molly pulled down the skirt, and said nervously, "Is the skirt too short?"
Darla said loudly, "Molly, the skirt is practically past your knees! The skirt is fine!"
Molly nodded, but then looked at her make-up in the mirror for the seventieth time, making Darla scream in her mind, "WHY ME?!"
Molly was dressed in a light blue sleeveless dress that clung close to her torso and flared out a small bit when it reached her waist. A small bit of white chiffon stuck out from the bottom of the hem, and lightly covered her white fishnet stockings.
Her eyelids were coated softly in powder-blue eyeshadow, and her eyelashes were curled upward a small bit with light mascara, and her lips had just a hint of pink lipstick.
Her hair was completely down, and curled slightly, leaving her curls to fall to her shoulders.
Darla grabbed her shoulders, and said, "Alright Molly, everything is fine, you're the last act, do you remember the lyrics?"
She thought for a second, and said, "Yeah."
Sherlock came out of his dressing room dressed in a formal suit and slacks with a red bowtie under his collar.
Molly blushed, and stuttered, "I-I really am honored that you would- perform with me on stage."
Sherlock just said, "Ms. Hooper, I would never be anything short of honored to do anything with you."
Molly's blush deepened another shade, and she said, "We're about to go on."
Darla peeked her head out from the wings, and whispered to her, "You're going to do great!"
Molly nodded her head, and took a deep breath through her nose.
Sherlock placed one of his hands on her trembling shoulder, causing her to completely relax, and, for once in her life, feel a bit of confidence in herself.
The curtain rose, and Molly and Sherlock simultaneously walked forward into the spotlight.
She heard the music start, and prepared herself for her cue.
She took another deep breath, and sang clearly, "I don't like wandering 'round this old and empty house."
Sherlock answered in his rich baritone, "So hold my hand, I'll walk with you, my dear."
Molly betrayed a small smile as she sang, "The stairs creak as you sleep, it's keeping me awake."
Sherlock sang his answer, "It's the house telling you to close your eyes."
The singing came easier for her, "And some days I can't even dress myself,"
He answered, "It's killing me to see you this way."
They harmonized together, blending beautifully, "'Cause though the truth may vary, this ship will carry our bodies safe to shore."
They sang together, making the music surround the audience, and when they reached the bridge, the audience was so deep in their spell, they gasped when the music halted, leaving the two onstage to sing the bridge acappella, their voices in barely a whisper.
"You've gone, gone, gone away, I watched you disappear, all that's left is a ghost of you. Now we're torn, torn, torn apart, there's nothing we can do, just let me go, we'll meet again soon."
The music burst back with a loud chord, and Molly was practically screaming as she sang with Sherlock, "Now wait, wait, wait for me, please hang around, I'll see you when I fall asleep!"
They both sang the end of the song together, "Don't listen to a word I say! The screams all sound the same! And though the truth may vary, this ship will carry our bodies safe to shore! Don't listen to a word I say! The screams all sound the same! And though the truth may vary, this ship will carry our bodies safe to shore!"
The music slowed, and they sang a little softer, "Though the truth may vary, this ship will carry our bodies safe to shore."
The music finally stopped, leaving them to sing acappella in barely a whisper, "Though the truth may vary, this ship will carry our bodies safe to shore."
Molly and Sherlock paused, then put down their microphones as the crowd exploded into booming rounds of applause.
In the center of the auditorium, all of the members of Anderson's Sherlolly club started standing up, clapping and cheering the loudest in the entire room.
John and Mary also stood up, clapping and smiling up at the two of them.
Molly, getting a little carried away with the moment, grabbed Sherlock's hand, and held it up in the air as she smiled.
Sherlock, at first, looked up in confusion at their clasped hands suspended in the air, but he felt a small smile creep onto his face.
Molly started crying happily, her carefully applied make-up remaining miraculously intact, instead making her eyes glisten magically in the spotlight.
Mary stuck two of her fingers into her mouth, and let out a huge whistle.
The rest of the audience slowly stood up, and soon, they had a full standing ovation.
The two of them stood up on the stage, their two hands entwined up in the air as they smiled and accepted the applause.
John entered one last sentence to his blog post, and pressed the save button with a wide smile.
Sherlock and Molly were now in a stable relationship, and John was preparing to propose to Mary.
He looked over to the couch, where Molly and Sherlock were watching the entire Harry Potter marathon (well, Sherlock was watching it, Molly had fallen asleep after the third movie ended. She now had her head resting on his shoulder as she slept).
Sherlock was softly stroking her cheek, distractedly watching the characters on the screen.
John smiled, and closed his laptop as he stood up from his desk, fiddling with the small velvet ring box in his pocket.
Sherlock looked over to his partner, and said, "Good luck with dinner Watson."
John smiled again, and said as he pulled on his coat, "Thanks."
He walked down the stairs, and out into the cold winter to a waiting cab.
A/N: How did you like it? Good, because that's it. You read right, it's finally over. Please leave a review, all flames will be used to roast marshmallows.
