SHERLOCK
My parents left quickly, mother in tears. I don't know what they expected from Veronica. They abandoned her. My little sister was much like me, however, she had a dark and lonely past that made her more apt to feel sentiment than I.
And she had rubbed off on me. I was prepared to chase after her when Molly placed a hand over top of my own. "Let her be. She needs to think." Her touch caused heat to spread to my cheeks, and my thoughts were scrambled. All I can do is nod as I look into her chocolate eyes.
Mycroft and Sherrinford had left the flat not long after mother and father, leaving Molly and I alone.
Ever since Veronica made my love for Molly fully clear to myself, I couldn't stop wanting to be with her. Whenever she was around, my heartbeat quickened, my hands got shaky, and a sickening feeling swirled in my stomach. It was strange. I found myself staring at her lips now.
"Do you want some tea?" Molly moves away before I can act.
"S..sure." I stutter, pulled unwillingly out of my trance. She made me forget; lose myself in her eyes and my brain turned down. I was no longer overwhelmed with observations around me. Both she and Veronica had helped me to see more of what they saw, while controlling what I saw.
A few moments later, Molly sets a tea cup in front of me. I stare at it. 'When are you going to act on that?' Veronica had asked the first day we met. She knew I needed Molly, she just didn't know when I would finally notice it for myself.
I push myself out of my chair, and walk to where the woman stands. She's humming to herself as she tidy ups my kitchen. "Molly?" I ask, and she stops what she's doing.
"I'm sorry Sherlock, I just wanted to help you." She turns, her gentle eyes on me. 'Now!' The voice of my baby sister yelled.
I slowly pulled Molly close to me, slow enough to enjoy the look of surprise as I lowered my face to hers. I carefully connected our lips.
I now understood why people did this. I'd always found it pointless. Sexual desires never really effected me, but whatever I was feeling while holding Molly was incredible. Her arms snaked around my neck, and I held her tighter.
"Holy sh..." Molly and I turn to see a grinning Veronica and John glancing at us. "Sorry, we interrupted something. We can leave." Veronica winks at me as she pushes at John.
"But...wait...why?" John stumbles, my sister laughs as the leave the flat.
Molly turns back to me with a smile. "I was wondering how long it would take you."
"To kiss you?" I raise a suggestive eyebrow that makes her laugh.
"To admit you liked me." She bites her lip carefully.
"Correction." I say, holding her arms at a distance. "Love you."
Her face drops. "Love...You love me?" Her voice rings with disbelief.
"I love you very much Molly Hooper." I grin, as a tear falls down her cheek.
"I love you too Sherlock Holmes." She chuckles as I pull her into another kiss.
"Yay!" I hear Veronica exclaim outside the kitchen door. She then bursts in, the biggest smile on her face.
Molly blushes, and I laugh. I never thought I could love someone, let alone the most annoying, caring and intelligent young woman ever. My little sister had shown me a different world where deductions and humanity lived in harmony. She had shown me I'm capable of not only loving her, but also that family that had created itself around me. The first day I met her, I told her she was the new John; I was right. She flipped my world upside down the way he did, and melted who I was before reforming me.
I was in love with Molly Hooper.
I loved my best friends, John and Mary Watson.
I loved my sister, Veronica Holmes.
