Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Steve Moffat, Mark Gatiss own Sherlock and his realm. I just own my computer,my version of Openoffice, and my sick fantasies. English is not my native language, please forgive the mistakes and the typos.
Just a little one-shot inspired by an old Oasis song, "Don't go away", written by one of my favourite songwriter, Mr Noel Gallagher. Still working on my other prompt, but if you have some prompts to suggest me, feel free to write me a PM or a review...
Damn my situation and the games I have to play,
With all the things caught in my mind,
Damn my education I can't find the words to say,
With all the things caught in my mind,
I don't wanna be there when your, coming down,
I don't wanna be there when you hit the ground,
So don't go away,
Say what you say,
Say that you'll stay,
Forever and a day,
In the time of my life,
Cos I need more time,
Yes I need more time just to make things right.
"Don't go away"- Oasis
Molly Hooper was unquestionably in love with Sherlock Holmes. None could imagine the great effort it took to accept to help the man you loved desperately to kill himself. Yes, he was faking his suicide, but there was still an awfully long list of things that could go wrong, beginning with the lunatic she had previously dated (only three dates, but she couldn't help to think that it was her fault that Moriarty had gained so much information about Sherlock, information that he used to threaten poor John Watson, and to challenge the consulting detective) and that was waiting for Sherlock on the hospital's roof.
Sherlock was adamant that she remained in the hospital, near a window, to be sure that he landed on the van parked strategically on the street; so, she needed to see him fall. Her heart squeezed painfully the moment the saw his body approaching the pavement; she was not ashamed to admit that she threw up, out of the emotional stress and the fear, the fear that he was really dead, and that she could not save him.
Smuggling Sherlock's body from the morgue was not difficult,given the help Mycroft and his royal "men in black" offered. Hiding Sherlock in her flat for two days, planning for his departure to start dismantling Moriarty's organization, that was hard. Primarily because he was injured, yet he refused any strong medication, or to let his body (and his mind) rest; secondly, because she had fantasized about Sherlock being in her flat, but now Molly had actual memories of him sitting on her sofa (atrocious but comfortable, he said about it), or drinking from one of her glasses, or using her shower...and it was a paradox, but it was even worse. Because he was embarking in a solitary mission to destroy a criminal web, just two days after telling her that she counted, that he needed her...it was cruel.
When it was time for him to leave, she wanted to say to him only one thing. "Don't go away. Stay". Molly Hooper was too kind, too selfless (too coward, she thought of herself) to be able to ask him that. She simply told him "Take care, Sherlock", and he nodded, before brushing his lips against her forehead and closing the door behind him.
Collapsing against the wall, Molly cried. She had been involved in the game by the man she loved, and she didn't even know the rules. Maybe, there was only one important rule: the rule of her heart, beating for a dead man walking.
So, here it is...Another Molly's characterization.Thanks for reading. Leave a review, you will receive good influence and beautiful dreams.