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Chapter 14
He turned the handle slowly, allowing the door to sweep open. The room had of course changed since his last visit. He hadn't needed to visit since before the fall. Then the room had just been the lab and mortuary merged together. He had entered back then, to try and figure out his last move with Moriarty, he found he could think better here. The cool solitude of the morgue was a great conductor for his mental process. With only Molly in the back ground as a comforting presence. Old Molly in her baggy clothes and cardigans, looking so unbearably sweet. It was then in the middle of a very arduous thought he had imagined her in his mind. Her unwavering loyalty, he knew she would never believe ill of him. It was then the decision was made. The plan had formed easily after that. Now however there where pieces of her flat there too. The floor split in three. The cool white tiles of the morgue, the grey carpet tiles of the lab and the warm cream carpet of her home. At the far end of the morgue portion stood a morgue slab thankfully UN occupied and behind it a closed body storage closet. The lab held a long table with many of his old experiments littered across the top. The soft whir of the machinery comforting in its familiarity. The experiments were in different stages of completion. Some he thought absently could merit revisiting.
He was comfortable in those environments but as he turned his attention to the home portion of this ever expanding room. He felt the stirrings of unease. There was her long couch in front of the old silver TV set. A low fire burning in the grate. The most intriguing items were the photos that fitted to the walls. All of Molly. The largest was defiantly the new Molly in her red dress, painted on canvas in oil, the hues giving the painting a warm glow. Her face framed in soft light. A smile curling her lips and her eyes as trusting as always. Her hair flowing out softly behind her as if moved by invisible winds. To describe her in this picture was hard, she was more than beautiful; he would go so far as to say angelic. He found himself engrossed in looking at her, trying so hard to memorize each facet of her image. He almost missed the rest of the room. Across the space was her book case now sporting more pictures but there lay several test tubes. All the tubes where labeled. He glided over intrigued to stand before them; there stood six individual tubes in a row. Their labels read.
Scent
Hair
Laugh
Scream
Stutter
The last lay unmarked, without thought he pulled the small cork stopper from the tube and Molly's voice echoed around the room.
"What do you need?" There was so much strength behind that one small sentence. He felt the tightening in his chest, the wetness form at the corner of his eyes. Reaching forward he found a picture of her face in that moment. Her gaze was determined her face set and resolute. She would do anything for him, even move mountains if he asked her to. The quiet protector. Never speaking up, content to live in the background of his life until needed. He hadn't realized until almost too late, how very important she was.
Looking into her features he realized, yes Molly was a beautiful woman. Had in fact always been beautiful, he just hadn't been paying attention. It was a simple change really, he had needed her, realized he had always needed her. The only one everyone overlooked but had endless potential. It was more than that though it was who she was. She was stronger than he had deduced, more fiercely loyal than any creature on Earth, steadfast and true, hard quality's to find in the increasingly jaded world. She was innocent and slightly naive but instead of detracting from her gave her endless optimism. Sunny disposition married to a gentle, kind and giving heart. She showed him all the best traits a human could have. That they should have. More than anything she was his friend but could it be more. He flung himself onto the couch he had occupied for a considerable time. Mulling over everything to do with Molly Jayne Hooper.
Then after filing it all under, needs further thought. He went over the meeting today for anything that may give him a clue to what he was missing. Playing the scene out on the TV pausing from time to time on her facial expression. Then there it was, just before she turned to walk out with Anderson. A glint in her eye, a small curve to her lips. He had seen this look only once before on John's face. When the force had brought him that irritating hat, he had worn it despite the fact he hated the horrid thing. Deeply amused. Why was Molly amused? This was getting him nowhere. So he turned to leave none the wiser from when he had entered. Only to find her standing by the door. A light smile on her face as he approached, they stood just centimeters apart. Dressed in her normal baggy clothes. She raised her hands to his hair, running her fingers through the wild tresses.
She leaned towards him as he let his eyes flutter shut, her mouth at his ear.
"Sherlock" was all she whispered before kissing him softly on the lips. The innocent kiss jolted him out of his mind place, where John of course was waiting, as patient as ever.
"Finished?" John asked his tone still very much amused. He had figure out Sherlock's problem before the great man himself had and it was a very heady feeling indeed. Sherlock nodded and marched quite quickly out of St Bart's, hailing a passing taxi with the slightest of hand movements. The kiss in his head playing on his mind, it was so different to the real one they had shared; it was an unusually tender kiss full of longing.
"We shall have to return tomorrow. To see how the sample changes." Sherlock stated keeping his eyes fixed on the street as the taxi whisked them back home. John was left wondering what sample he was talking about. The slide or Molly Hooper!
