Okay folks...this is it! I hope you can all keep up! An onslaught of chapters are about to flood your computer. I hope you enjoy them! It will be the complete story, apart from an epilogue, which will be finished hopefully by sometime in the next few days. I will give a major shout out then, because I really do want to acknowledge all of you who have been supporting me.

Again, I do not own Sherlock, Molly, or any of the other characters, apart from Lord Augustus Houghton. (Whom was inspired by a combination of Hamish from Alice in Wonderland, and the bad Nobleman from Corpse Bride...I really like Tim Burton's posh villains) All other things are owned by Gatiss, Moffat, ACD, and the BBC.

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The same happiness in relationships could not be found for Miss Molly Hooper. Her stepmother was extremely vexing, pushing her into an increasingly swift momentum of planning a wedding. A wedding that Molly definitely didn't want. The activities that she was forced to partake in with her 'fiance' were becoming more frequent, and Molly rarely went more than a day without seeing the pompous young lord. It was only in her few private moments when she could truly think about the handsome young man she truly wished to be with. His dark hair, those intense and ever swirling eyes, that perfect porcelain skin, his passion, his kisses, his words. Those final words he had said, they always brought such stinging and pained tears to her eyes. She had ruined things, he would never forgive her, and neither would she. The one thing that benefited from her sadness, was when it was exposed, she had finally been granted her one other wish in life.

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"My dear Miss Hooper, it pains me to see you so unhappy." Lord Augustus's voice cut through her recent thoughts of Sherlock's enthusiastic face from that night when he had told her of their plan to run away to the city. She looked up to see him looking quite concerned with her apparent sorrowful expression. She quickly wiped a small smile on her face.

"I'm only a little tired, I suppose. I spent a great deal last night reading." She gave the diplomatic answer without thought to it. Augustus eyed her suspiciously, before sighing.

"If there is anything I could give you to make you happy, would you at least attempt to not seem so cross with me?" He leaned across the table of the small cafe they were sitting in. Molly looked up to see his face quirked in a questioning smile. The first thought that popped to mind was 'Sherlock', but she knew that was out of the question. The only other thought that crossed her thoughts was her second love.

"I would like to study pathology." She blurted out before she could rethink the idea. As soon as she had said it, she realized the brashness of her words. Molly covered her mouth with her hand. Her widened eyes shot up to his, but was greeted, not with a disapproved glare, but rather, with the amused eyes and a hearty chuckle from the young man. His shoulders jumped up and down as he laughed, before he nodded and looked back at her.

"That doesn't seem like anything too much to ask for. Okay." Augustus nodded his head. Molly's eyes widened yet again as he seemed to agree to her wish.

"I thought you had the opinion that pathology was the sort of thing a young lady should not subject herself to." Molly responded, her eyes scrunching in suspicion.

"Well, yes, I feel you'll regret the choice. However, if it is the only thing that will make you happy, it would seem I have no choice but to grant your wish." He answered, giving her a bit of a grin. Molly sat for a moment, the same almost glare on her face. Soon though, a bright and shining smile lit up her face. This seemed to have been a turning point in the relationship between these two young strangers who were meant to marry.

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The two sides of a former romance went about their lives, both becoming successful in the fields of their choosing. The detective, Scotland Yard's crowning achievement, had even found himself a new friend and assistant. A young man just returning home from the devastation of war, this young partner was a doctor as well, highly successful himself. So, Sherlock had insisted on John Watson to come stay with him at Baker Street. Of course, Mrs. Hudson had been only too delighted for the brooding young man to finally find a person to keep him occupied, and keep the bullet holes away from her walls.

The young lady had excelled at her study, much like Sherlock had predicted she would. In just three years, she had managed to complete the task that took most men in that same field five years to finish. Her betrothed was only too proud of her, and had even insisted that she take up a post in the hospitals of London, the same city where he lived and operated his lands from. With a position becoming conveniently available at one of London's finest institutions, and with the ever increasing need to leave home, she obliged him. She had agreed, with the main objective of getting away from her stepmother in mind. Since her father's passing, the two women had barely spoken, and Molly still despised her for forcing this marriage upon her. The same loathing could not, however, be felt toward the lord. She had come to know him more, and saw him as a confidant, a friend. While she still did not love Augustus, she definitely felt a certain adoration for him. It made the decision to move to the city that much easier.

It was on the eve of her 21st birthday when their paths crossed again.

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