Chapter 17

How can you see into my eyes
like open doors.
Leading you down into my core
where I've become so numb.
Without a soul
my spirit's sleeping somewhere cold
until you find it there and lead it back home.
(Wake me up.
Wake me up inside.
I can't wake up.
Wake me up inside.
Save me.
Call my name and save me from the dark.
Wake me up.
my blood to run.
I can't wake up.
Before I come.
Save me.
Save me from the nothing I've become.)
Now that I know what I'm without
you can't just leave me.
Breathe into me and make me real
Bring me to life.
Frozen inside without your touch,
without your love, darling.
Only you are the life among the dead.
All of this sight
I can't believe I couldn't see
Kept in the dark
but you were there in front of me
I've been sleeping a 1000 years it seems.
I've got to open my eyes to everything.
Without a thought
Without a voice
Without a soul
Don't let me die here
There must be something wrong.
Bring me to life.
Bring me to life.
I've been living a lie
There's nothing inside.

Bring me to life

evanescence – bring me to life

John woke up first. Upset that Sherlock had not woke him up for his shift. He went into the living room and stopped neither one of them were there. Had something happened that Sherlock had to take her to the hospital? No, he would have woke him up if that had been the case. Any way his coat was still on the rack. So walking back to Sherlock's room he gently pushed the door open. Music was still playing in the flat (must be on repeat) and …. what?

John's mouth opened into a silent O . there on Sherlock's bed were both of them. Sherlock had both arms around their pathologist while one hand was still holding one of her hands. Both were sleeping soundly. Putting a hand over his mouth to stifle his giggles he quickly pulled out his phone and snapped a picture. Then he went back to the kitchen shutting the door and left them both to rest some more.

Sherlock was the next to wake... albeit a couple of hours later. Molly had not moved. She was still wrapped in his arms and sleeping peacefully. He didn't move he just studied her. She all ways surprised him. Had he ever seen her clearly? Here she was sleeping , trusting him to keep her safe. Even all that he had put her through she still trusted him. Stilled cared for him. She was any thing but ordinary. His thoughts took an unexpected turn. He realized that she felt like she belong there. She fit perfectly. He shook his head at that thought. His movement jarred Molly and she slowly started to wake up.

At first there was panic , her breathing sped up, her heart she thought would jump out of her chest. Breathing deeply she recognized a familiar smell and one amazed word fell from her lips. "Sherlock?"

That one word galvanized Sherlock. He looked directly into her face. Her eyes were aware. She saw him. She was back. The feeling of joy (he knew that sentiment as well) had him cupping her face. A look of pure happiness was on his face and before he knew it he had leaned in and kissed her.

In the space of a heartbeat her panic had transformed into sheer panic.

Sherlock was KISSING HER! Kissing her as if his life depended on it. For one moment she didn't respond then she melted into his embrace and responded to him.

The minute she responded Sherlock became aware of what had happened. He ended the kiss gently (once again john would be proud) and caught his breath. He just looked at Molly. His hands were still on her face and he just looked at her gently and he whispered her words back to her from a lifetime ago. "hey you, welcome back."

Molly smiled at the phrase she had used when he had woken up from being dead. Then her face saddened . " how long was I gone this time. Sherlock? I only have vague memories after NSY."

He pulled his hands away from her face and got out of the bed. "It was only a night Molly." he hated to ask the next question but his mind demanded the answer. "when had.. has this happened before?"

Molly scooted until she was sitting against his headboard. She closed her eyes. She had hoped to never have to deal with this again... no, maybe it was time she really dealt with it instead of running away.

As she opened her mouth to start talking, her stomach announced it's presence. It growled loud enough that even Sherlock heard it. It brought Molly to giggles and after a few seconds even Sherlock was joining in.

"OK Molly first lets get you fed." he thought some more, "I tell you what you hop into the shower and I'll get john to start some lunch for us and after you are showered and fed, then we can talk."

Molly agreed she felt grimy from sleeping in her clothes. The smell of morgue still clung to her hair.

"um Sherlock that's fine but I don't have any thing to change into." Her smile was a bit sheepish. She was adorable.

Sherlock smiled at that thought and informed her that John had went and gathered some clothes for her from her flat last night and that her cat was fine as well.

She stood up and walked toward the bathroom. She stopped next to Sherlock and placed a tentative hand to his arm. She looked up until she reached his eyes. Her tongue darted out to moisten her suddenly dry lips. She missed the slight dilation of his pupils at that sight. She leaned in and in a quiet voice told him the truth. "thank you for bringing me back. You made and make me feel safe... it is the only way that the Zombie would have ever gone away. I'll tell you about it all, but only once." Sherlock nodded and Molly went in to start what would she knew would be a very very long day.