Music had become a big part of Molly's life. It was the only way to help her get through the day. Sherlock was gone and she hadn't had the heart contacting John knowing he was still alive. She was alone. Well, not completely. She had her cat, Toby and Tom. But Molly was just kidding herself. Tom was great and Toby kept her company when Tom was away, but she knew who her true friends were, and now she had lost them. Her and John never really became acquainted, but she wouldn't mind getting to know him. Anyone who could live with Sherlock for more than a month could definitely be her friend. She remembered the brief period of time Sherlock stayed at her flat. God that was a simple mixture of heaven and hell.

Molly was humming the words to 'Stay With Me' by Sam Smith when Stamford walked briskly into the morgue.

"Take the rest of the night off love. You seem tired and it's going to be a long day tomorrow."

Molly smiled kindly at Mike. Molly packed her things and put her earbuds back in as she walked outside to catch a cab. None would take her.

"Seriously?" Molly said a little too loudly. Loud enough to make the people waking by look at her strangely. She sighed and kept on walking to her flat. It's not that far of a walk. Molly thought. As soon as the thought crossed her mind, a car sped past her and splashed water over her new coat.

"UGH! Why!?" Molly screamed. This time she didn't care how many pedestrians herd her. Molly just wanted to be invisible to the world. She pulled up her hood and kept walking. Finally she had reached her flat where she had found Tom sitting on the couch with Toby.

"Hey love! How was work?" he asked.

"Fine." Molly lied. It was awful. She was tired, stressed, and depressed. The sight of mauled and sliced bodies wasn't helping her mood either.

"Good. But I have something to tell you."

Molly smiled. She was hoping it was something good, like where they were going for there honeymoon, or an idea of where they were going to hold there wedding reception.

"I have to go out of town on a business trip next week. They need me in Dublin."

Under normal circumstances, Molly would have just pretended this was okay, but she was too pissed to hold it in.

"You know what? I go to work everyday. I never leave. I never ask anything of you. All I want is you here and you can't even manage that! I miss you! I'm sick and tired of your shit Sherlock!" Molly covered her mouth. She wish she could just take back what she said, but it was too late.

"Sherlock? Who the hell is Sherlock?"

Molly held back her tears as she stormed out of the flat. It was raining harder now, but the streets were desolate. Not a cab nor person in sight. Molly stuffed her hand in her pocket to find her ipod was still playing music. 'Can you love me again' by John Newman was playing. Molly lost it. She just simply sat down, covered her head, and cried. Oh how she cried and cried and cried. She had nowhere no go. This time she was truly alone. Nowhere to run, and nowhere to hind. Why wasn't he here? Why did he have to leave? None of this would have happened if he just would have stayed.

"You know, it's really not a good idea to stand in the rain like this." said a deep baritone voice. Molly looked up. Tall, black curly hair, eyes that could cure a million illnesses, and a smile that could melt the darkest of souls.

"Good evening Molly Hooper."

"Two damn years." Molly grunted. No I'd done wrong, left there hearts on, is that what devils do? The John Newman song filled Sherlock's brief silence.

"I do believe you knew how long I was going to be."

"You said a year! You said a year and you'd be back! I thought you were dead Sherlock Holmes! I thought you were dead and you left me here alone!" Molly ducked down her head and started to cry again.

"I thought you left me alone." She repeated softly.

Took you so long, where only fools gone, they shook the angel in you. Now I'm rising from the crowd, rising up to you

Sherlock didn't know what to say, so he didn't say anything at all. He grabbed Molly softly by the hips and stood her up. Molly didn't have the energy to be mad at him for that.

Filled with all the strength I've found, there's nothing I can't do

And he kissed her. Passionately. All Molly's anger towards him melted away. She didn't care. In Sherlock's woollen Balstaff coat, the word was a better place.

I need to know now, know now, can you love me again?

"How can I make this up to you?" Sherlock mumbled while resting his head against Molly's.

"A place to stay would be nice." Molly joked.

"I think I can arrange that."

"Oh Sherlock I really didn't mean...I meant-"

"Molly you are without any living arrangements and you are not staying out in the freezing rain. John doesn't even know I'm here so I'm sure he won't have a problem with you staying in our flat."

Molly's heart skipped a beat. "You told me before John?" Molly questioned.

"Yes. I haven't really figured out how to approach him yet. I wanted to see how you'd react first."

Molly laughed at the ground. There he goes again, covering up his sentiment.

"What's so funny?" Sherlock asked.

Molly laughed again. "Nothing. Just missed you."

The two walked down the street hand and hand, while a new song was playing on Molly's ipod.

We're only getting older baby, and I've been thinking about you lately, does it ever drive you crazy, just how fast the night changes.