mychakk requested #45, "I had a nightmare about you and I just wanted to make sure you're okay."
Blood matted her chestnut locks to her face. She wasn't dead yet but she was dying quickly.
"Molly, no," Sherlock muttered in horror. "No. No no no no no!" He kept repeating it as if it would keep her from going under.
"Sherlock," she spoke roughly, her small hand wrapping itself around his fingers.
"Please don't leave me," he said sadly, his voice breaking. The tears welling up in his eyes fell fast. She struggled to lift her arm but managed to wipe the tears from his cheek.
"I love you," was the last phrase he heard her voice say before her heart stopped beating.
Sherlock sat up quickly, causing a bout of dizziness. He pressed his palms to his face, sliding them down to get rid of the tears. Though he was relieved that it was only a nightmare, nothing stopped him from throwing on his coat over his pajamas and hailing a cab.
Molly awoke to the frantic knocking at her door. Groggily, she slipped out of bed, threw on her dressing gown and crept toward the noise.
"Sherlock, it's almost two in the morning-" she trailed off as she took in his distressed state. "What's wrong? What's happened?" His lips were caressing every inch of her face before crashing onto her mouth.
"You're alive," he murmured over and over as he kissed her. Sherlock stopped suddenly, wrapping his arms around her, and leaned down to press his ear against her chest, listening for the thrumming of her heart. Molly stroked his curls gently, understanding his need to reassure himself that she was fine. He turned his head ever so slightly to drop soft kisses over her heart.
"It's okay, love. I'm here," Molly told him. "What happened?" He straightened himself up and allowed her to guide him to the sofa.
"I had a nightmare about you and I just wanted to make sure you're okay," Sherlock answered. Molly kissed his forehead and then his lips.
"Everything's alright. I'm here, Sherlock. It was just a bad dream," she reassured him.
"I don't want you to leave me," was all he said.
"I won't ever leave you," Molly promised. "Come on, you can stay with me tonight. Would that make you feel better?" He nodded, a small smile gracing his lips.
"There's my Sherlock," she smiled, leading him to the bedroom. He curled around her once they slipped under the duvet and didn't let go all night.