2 years later

Two years have passed. Two years after Sherlock threw himself to his death from the roof. Two years of pain, grief, anger, despair and guilt that followed Molly day in and day out. After that day of his funeral, she withdrew completely. She isolated herself from everyone she cared about and cared about. She holed up in her apartment, not wanting to see anything or anyone. John kept trying to contact her or visit her at home but Molly never responded. Her friend Rebecca showed understanding the whole time, tried to give her time and space. Now and then she inquired about her well-being but did not push her to do anything.

She left her four walls only for work and regular visits to Sherlock's grave.

In the beginning she visited it almost daily and cried all the pain from her soul. Over time, her tears subsided and the crushing feeling in her chest slowly diminished. Then she went only weekly, then only once a month, and eventually not at all.

After several months of wallowing in self-pity, she had had enough. She needed to get her life back on track and leave the detective behind. She got the opportunity to do so after she was invited to her friend's wedding. It had been 3 months since then and Molly took heart, all her courage and slowly picked herself up. The wedding went better than expected for her and slowly she was able to feel some joy again. You could say she was even having fun.

She was talking to people again and even met a nice young man. Her breath caught briefly when she saw him for the first time. He was tall, slim, wore a long coat and expensive shoes. A smile familiar to her appeared on his face. Her heart stopped when she thought that he reminded her a little of Sherlock. But unlike Sherlock, the young man was almost a little shy toward her. She was immediately attracted to him and was ready to break down her walls that she had built around herself over the months.

As it turned out later, the young man, whose name was Tom, was a good childhood friend of Oliver, Rebecca's husband, and also lived in London.

Time passed and Molly spent more and more time with Tom and his friends and family. She also gradually reestablished contact with John and her other friends. All of them were very understanding towards her but also pleased that Molly was gradually getting better. John also seemed to be getting better. He had also met a new partner, Mary, and seemed very happy. The kiss that Molly and John shared at the time never came up again after several apologies from John, and Molly was glad that it didn't hurt their friendship.

She was sure things could only get better and was ready to put the past time and pain behind her now. Her heart was also slowly healing and with the help of Tom and her friends, it was putting itself back together piece by piece.

It was a day like always in the pathology. Lots of autopsies, then the usual paperwork and lab work.

It was early afternoon when Molly entered the locker room. She was expecting a message from Tom, who wanted to meet her this evening. She moved slowly toward the room, her shoulders looking slightly tense from all the post-mortems and feeling a slight twinge of a headache.

She opened her locker, dug her phone out of her pocket and looked at the display. The message icon flashed and she recognized a message from John.

She wondered a little about it, but left it at that. Molly was about to open the message when her eyes fell on the mirror on the inside of her locker and she instantly froze.

She blinked once to make sure it wasn't just some figment of her imagination brought on by her headache. But still, there he stood.

Sherlock stood behind her and gave her a slight nod.

Slowly she turned around and now looked into two beautiful green eyes.

Her breath stopped for a moment. She felt all the pain and anger coming out again.

With slightly shaky legs, she moved towards the man and before she could think of anything to say to Sherlock, the flat of her hand landed full force on his cheek. Sherlock raised an eyebrow in slight confusion and then stroked his own hand over the spot Molly's hand had hit earlier.

Unaware that she was now ducking Sherlock, and driven by all the anger and pain he had caused her with his death, she now raised her voice.

"You bastard! You damn bastard! I thought you were dead! I thought..." she screamed through her tears, pounding his chest with her small fists.

Sherlock, still surprised by her reaction, raised his eyebrows and without thinking about it, he wrapped his arms around her body and held her tight.

Molly tensed a little.

"I've missed you too, Molly Hooper" Sherlock said and Molly could feel him smiling slightly.

Instantly she relaxed and then wrapped her arms around his muscular body as well. Her head rested on his chest as she did so. She heard the beating of his heart, which gradually calmed her.

They didn't know how long they stood there like that. It could have been seconds or even minutes. It felt like an eternity to both of them, and neither made any move to break away from the embrace.

Molly was the first to slowly raise her head to Sherlock's face. Only now did she realize how beat up he looked. His eyes looked tired and exhausted. There was a small laceration on his lips that was slowly beginning to heal.

Tears were running down her cheeks.

"Why...why didn't you say anything? I could have helped you!" she sobbed in a shaky voice, her head to the floor.

Something in her voice sent a shiver down Sherlock's spine. He then took a hand from her back and slowly brought it to her chin. With his fingers, he pushed her head up slightly so Molly could look him in the eye. He froze instantly as their eyes met.

Sherlock saw the sadness and pain his "death" had caused in her eyes. Something in his chest tightened and he visibly stiffened. He had never intended to hurt her like this. And yet he did. He felt guilty and couldn't see Molly suffering like this.

He placed both hands on her cheeks and with his thumbs, wiped aside the tears that fell from her eyes.

He smiled warmly at her and Molly's heart instantly leapt. It was the smile that always made Molly forget everything around her. The smile that was completely devoid of any intention of asking her for a favor. The smile that was so warm and so human. She felt warmth rising in her body. His hands on her cheeks were warm and soft. Her skin tingled under his touch. She felt a slight warmth on her cheeks and Sherlock noticed it too.

He was still smiling at her.

Then slowly he tilted his head down, his thumbs still gently circling her cheeks.

Molly's heart seemed to suddenly stop. She felt a lump in her throat, her breath catching. Sherlock's face came closer and closer to hers and his lips found their way to her face.

He brought his lips to her forehead and kissed her gently. Then he smiled at her again and finally dropped his hands from her face to his sides. He left the locker room, leaving behind a completely shocked and breathless Molly.


Well, who among you thought Sherlock would kiss her? :D

Even though I might have disappointed some of you now, don't worry, there will definitely be more 😊

And sorry to those who believed or hoped that now John and Molly would become a couple. I just wanted to put a few excerpts and mainly of Molly's feeling and her emotional world in the 2 years 😉