A/N: Felt like doing a soulmate AU today, lucky you guys! Have some fluff!

Molly glanced around the grey of the morgue, and sighed. Another day, another set of bodies, another hopeless hope that today she might be able to see the sky again. She was one of the lower spectrum of colors, getting to see fiery reds and oranges, and crisp yellows, and rich browns, but she wished every day that she could have seen the higher spectrum, if only to see the brightest blues of the sky that she loved as a kid. With every day that passed, the memories of her blue skies faded and she worried that she'd never find her soulmate, and that she'd never get to see everything in full color again.

The door to the morgue opened and Molly looked up hopefully, but saw it was Sherlock. She looked back down at her work. The first time she saw him, she got the barest hint of the upper spectrum since she lost it at age 13, but she hadn't seen it after that first time, she wasn't his soul mate, and he wasn't hers. "Ah, Molly," Sherlock said. "Do you have any spare eyeballs? I need them for an experiment."

Molly looked up and smiled faintly. "Er, sure, probably." She looked around. "Where's John?"

Sherlock rolled his eyes. "At his sister's. Honestly, I don't understand why he keeps trying to get her clean. She's quite clearly tried to be sober over 30 times, and failed every one…"

Molly shifted as he trailed off, and went to find his eyeballs. Sherlock and John were probably one of the strangest set of soulmates she'd seen in a long time. They were completely platonic, never showed any romantic interest, and yet the second they saw each other their worlds lit up with color like fireworks, according to various accounts of what had happened in that room when they first met. Every time they came here her heart ached, a dull reminder of her yet to be found significant other. When she found a body that had been donated to science, she put the eyeballs in a jar and handed them to Sherlock. "Here you go," she said as he was already dashing out the door.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Stay strong, Molly. Even if you haven't found your soulmate, you still have plenty of people who care about you. She decided a little coffee might perk her up, and walked towards the door, not looking at where she was going, and collided straight into another person. Internally she cringed and looked up, nearly gasping as she saw the alert sky blue eyes looking back down at her. "A-ah! S-sorry, I was just about to get a coffee, can I help you?"

The man looked down at her, slightly bemused. She wondered if he had started seeing color when she had quite literally ran into him, and what was going through his head at the moment. "Has Sherlock been here yet today?" he asked.

"E-er…Yeah, he left a minute ago, why…?" but the man was already leaving. "Oh, um, never mind…I'll just…be here…" she took a deep breath. Was this just another fleeting thing like with Sherlock? It had to be, yet as she glanced around as she went to get her coffee, the colors weren't fading, and she could see that clear blue sky she had so often dreamed about.

The next day, Sherlock came in again, and she asked about the man yesterday.

"Oh, you mean Mycroft? Yeah, he's been trying to get me to take a case for weeks now, but I've told him over and over I'm not interested."

Molly sat on a swivel chair as Sherlock ran some tests, trying to get more information without appearing too eager. "But…who is he? What's he like?"

Sherlock snorted. "Like? He's the most dangerous man you will ever meet. Honestly, why do you care?"

Molly sighed. "I don't know. He just seemed…I don't know," she repeated.

Sherlock dismissed her questions silently and Molly sighed, looking down to her shoes. She pulled up one pant leg, getting a look at her rainbow socks, which were now fully visible to her eyes. She wasn't going to get any more information from Sherlock, maybe someone else would be able to help her.

"Mycroft? Why would you want to know about him?!" John asked over the phone.

Molly sighed, trying to find a viable excuse. "I ran into him yesterday, quite literally. He was asking about Sherlock, and I just wanted to make sure he was okay…"

"Oh, yeah. Mycroft's Sherlock's brother. Very odd, though, I wouldn't go around looking for him, if I were you. He's mental."

Molly felt her heart leap up to her throat and then drop to the pit of her stomach within 5 seconds of each other. "Well, it's a relief knowing Sherlock isn't being stalked. Any more than usual, anyway. Thanks, John." She hung up.

At this point, Molly felt like crying. She was so close to finding her soulmate, but she couldn't find him without being questioned by all her closest friends. And she still had no clue whether or not Mycroft had her for a soulmate, on top of it all. She walked back into the lab and Sherlock glanced up at her. "Boyfriend troubles, Molly?"

Molly started, and shook her head. "No…as a matter of fact, I found my soulmate yesterday."

Sherlock snapped his head up and over to her.

"Problem is, I don't know how to find him again, I saw him for maybe 10 seconds in passing as I was leaving the morgue, and…" Molly trailed off. "Why am I even bothering to tell you this, anyway? It's not like you'd care."

She turned and walked out, wrapping her arms around herself and letting a few tears fall down her cheeks. "I'm stupid," she muttered to herself. "Why do I keep trying, this is just stupid!"

And for the second time in as many days, she ran into Mycroft Holmes…literally. She looked up at him and her cheeks turned bright red. "Hello again," she muttered weakly.

He looked down at her with something like concern, but at the same time couldn't quite be called concern. "Are you all right?" he asked.

She grimaced and nodded. "Yeah, just…just…have a lot going on lately," she finished lamely.

She was about to leave when she heard his voice again. "Er, did you…I mean, yesterday, were you the one who ran into me on your way out of the morgue?"

Molly felt her cheeks heat up further, if that was at all possible. "Yeah, that was me. I'm…sorry about that."

"Did you…how do I put this…I sort of started seeing full color again after you ran into me yesterday and I just was wondering if the same thing happened to you because you looked shocked but running face first into anyone would be a shock I imagine and wow I'm rambling aren't I, I haven't done that in years, I guess it's just a testament to how nervous I am, this is completely outside my comfort zone, but I need to know…are you colorblind?"

Molly looked at him and started laughing through her tears, shaking her head. "N-no, I'm not colorblind. I wasn't sure if I'd see you again, to be honest! I'm so relieved!"

Mycroft gave a small smile and scratched the back of his neck. "Well, I mean you work here, it's not hard for me to find you…"

Molly laughed. "Yeah, I guess. Er, do you want to get a coffee? Sometime, maybe?"

Mycroft walked over to her and pulled out a business card, writing something on the back. "My work number is on the front, personal on the back. Call me?"

Molly nodded and Mycroft walked away, not sticking around long enough for Sherlock to come out of the lab to interrogate Molly. "Molly! Who exactly showed you color yesterday?"

"Hm? Just some guy. He just found me again, I got his number. I might call him sometime."

Sherlock looked at her carefully. "Was it my brother?"

Molly feigned innocence. "You have a brother?"

Sherlock gave her a look, and muttered something under his breath as he walked back to the lab. Molly split into a wide grin. Looks like she'd get to see a lot more of her blue skies, now. She couldn't wait to make more memories under them.