Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Steve Moffat, Mark Gatiss own Sherlock and his realm. I just own my computer,my version of Openoffice, and my sick fantasies. English is not my native language, and this story is un-betaed, so please forgive the mistakes and the typos.

Author's note: Hi, it's Flavialikestodraw here! I know, it's been a very long time since I've updated this story, and I'm so sorry...but you know, life, work and other weird stuff did not help me to find the time to update this story... Anyway, I hope you will like it and I want to thank the amazing Potix (who is a wonderful writer and an amazing human being) who helped me a lot to write this story and to fix my horrible grammar mistakes.


Here, somewhere in the heart of me

There is still a part of me

That cares

And I'll, I'll still take the best you've got

Even though I'm sure it's not

The best for me

[...]

I'm not looking for an easy ride

True happiness cannot be tried

So easily

"Goodnight Lovers"-Depeche Mode"


The first months were the most difficult: Molly didn't want to go home after work. Every inch, every corner of her home were full of memories of their few months together. She deleted every traces of him from her home, but it wasn't enough. He was in her head... in her heart. She couldn't delete him and she hated him for this.

She chose to not be moved to another hospital: she craved the routines, just to keep her mind busy. She simply decided to move to another house, in another district much closer to Saint Bart's and to her best friend Meena (she needed her more than ever now). She didn't saw him anymore.

It was autumn again when Adam arrived in her life - the same season when she had met Sherlock 7 years before ( and she couldn't help but think that fate had an awful sense of humour).

Adam was very tall, with fine long hands, short blond hair, a well-groomed beard,a cheerful smile and a contagious laugh. His light green eyes were always disguised by very big glasses who gave to his face a funny look.

He had been her best friend during her university years; in fact, he had been the first person she had met in the campus. He was studying pathology, too and he had helped her a lot during the difficult time of her father's illness, but when they had finished their studies Adam had an offer for a job in the U.S. and Molly chose to remain in London to work at Saint Bart's (she still wondered if she had done a good choice...).

They had promised to keep in touch, but the work, the long distance and the years of separation had not helped their friendship : the only thing she knew about him in all these years of absence was that he was divorced and he had returned to London because he needed to keep the distance from his past life and she chose to not ask anything about who or what he had left behind.


It all started with a laugh, her laugh (months had passed since she had heard herself laugh). It was a strange sound: so shining and pure. So different.

Adam was able to make her smile and laugh again, after all these months...In that moment she realized he was the right man, and that finally (maybe) could leave Sherlock behind. At least when she was awake, and the whole world could distract herself, because during the night he could still penetrate her dreams.

Adam was right, after all she couldn't delete him. He was an important part of her life and there would be always a part of her that would still love him.

"...And this always happen for the important things of our life, Molly: they will be always there, they're like ghosts, or like that silly tattoo we made in our teens" said Adam with a smirk (which made Molly let out an embarrassed giggle). "The point is, Molly: we can't eliminate them, but we can try to move on. We are two broken people and maybe..."

Molly stopped him. "Adam, don't! It's too early... I mean... we can't..."

"Why? You need to move on, like me. We are good together: you're my best friend and you know all of me, so I really don't understand what is the problem!"

Adam came closer to Molly, but she stepped back avoiding his gaze. "Adam please...It's not that simple, many years have passed and I'm not the same girl you left when you leaved. There are things I did, secrets, that I can't tell you... ". Her hand unconsciously rested on her stomach. "You don't know me and I don't want to ruin our friendship ! So, please..."

"Molly, don't be silly: I know that many years have passed and I know you can't be the same person you were before. I have left a gentle, shy and beautiful girl when I moved to U.S. and then I've found that girl again and she became the most strong, gorgeous, loyal and brave woman I ever meet."

Adam took her hand and tried again. "Please: can we try, at least, to have a date?". He looked down at her with a pleading face. "Pretty please?".

Finally Molly meet his imploring gaze. It was like something was slowly trying to mend together the pieces in her heart. It hurt, but it was inevitable.

"Ok, fine! But you're wrong, you know."

"Why? I said something wrong?"

She came closer to him with a smirk on her face. "Let me see: loyal? yes! Strong? mmhh...maybe... Brave? You don't know how much!". She put her hand on his shoulder and murmured: "But Adam, seriously...Gorgeous?...I think it's time to fix an appointment with your oculist!"

He looked at her straight into her eyes and put his hand on her cheek. His touch was almost foreign for that part of her body...but she knew she would be able to welcome it, with time. "Molly, trust me: you are the most gorgeous woman I have ever met and..."

" Oh, shut up and kiss me!". She said it like a joke, but his expression grew serious.

"As you wish..."

It was a chaste kiss, and it made her realize how much she had missed that kind of intimacy. Maybe, after all, she could be happy with him. Adam was right: she could move on.

"So, miss Molly Hooper: what do you think?". His arms were around her, warm and protective. For once, she felt like she didn't have to fight for love; she could relax, and let things happen.

"Well, Mr. Adam Adkins: I think the lunch break is over, and even if I'd love to remain in this park a little more, I think is time to return to our morgue, before Mike give us for missing!".

" Oh.. ehm... ok, right". Adam broke the embrace, took Molly's hand and kissed it. "Shall we go? "

"Ok!"

They were leaving their bench when he asked "Ah, Molly, before I forget: what happened to that tattoo? Did you delete it?".

"Ehm... I don't really want to talk about that...".

Molly tried to avoid his inquisitive gaze, but her blush gave her away.

"Ahh..I see! You still have it! ...Can I see it? Ouch! ".

"Adam! This is not funny!".

"Ok sorry! Have you any other new tattoo?".

She tried to put her most serious face, but her smiling eyes betrayed her again.

"Adam!I can't believe your gall! Ok, maybe you will see it by yourself.. but only after our third date!".

They broke out into a laughter, and once again she marvelled at the sound of her own laugh. Had it always been like that? So carefree, so joyful, so lively?

"Molls you are incorrigible! May I kiss you again? "

"If you insist..."

"Oh I will...". And then his lips were on hers again, silencing her giggles.


On the other side of the park trail a shadow was observing their interaction. The dirty hood covered barely his blacks curls and his perceptive eyes. He was watching her, as he always did, to keep her safe. To protect her. It was the very first time that he heard her laugh again, since he had started his silent guard. It seemed his services were not needed anymore.

He turned and left the park without looking back.

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P.s.: I just want to point out that Adam really exists. Well, not really...but his character is inspired by a real pathologist I know, a funny, brilliant old man with a morbid sense of humor. I think that he will be really perfect for Molly...just if Sherlock was not available, obviously!

Flavia

Another p.s.: It's Potix (Irene) speaking. Please visit flavilikestodraw dot tumblr dot com and send her your thoughts about this story...I'm sure she will appreciate it. Bye!

Irene