Sorry I thought I posted this before, but evidently I didn't. So now you get this, though the emotional impact is now…not so much. Please review!

Molly was raced the med-bay. Sherlock laid her gently on the bed. The wound was gaping, spilling blood. Molly was moaning. Sherlock was covered in blood, but he still cradled Molly's head.

"Come on, stay with me Molly" he whispered in her ear

John took one look at Molly and caught the Doctor's eye. The Doctor scanned her, as Sherlock watched, his eyes full of hope. The Doctor shook his head. John put a hand on his friend arm, but Sherlock srugged it off.

"Sherlock, I'm sorry, she's not going to ma-"

"She is going to make it! She is!" Sherlock insisted

"Sherlock" Molly coughed "I've seen enough...dead bodies…to know when… I'm about to become one of them."

"Don't make jokes Molly. Please Molly, you can't leave me"

"Then don't leave me please Sherlock-"

"I love you Molly"

"Wow" she coughed "Sherlock Holmes says he loves me as I lie dying."

"You are not going to die! Doctor help her!"

"I'm sorry" the Doctor's voice was breaking. "I can't, there's nothing I can do"

"Then what is the point of you!" spat Sherlock. "No Molly, please, stay with me. Doctor… you are the captain of this ship yes? Then marry us. Marry me and Molly

"Oh Sherlock…" sighed Molly "all those years… of ignoring me, and suddenly I'm dying and it's all-" she broke off as a fresh wave of pain hit her.

"I'm marrying you" whispered Sherlock "because there will never be anyone else. I love you Molly Hooper, more than anyone else in the world."

"Do you then, Sherlock Holmes take Molly Hooper as your lawful wedded wife?" choked the Doctor, as he tied his bow tie around their clasped hands.

"I do" said Sherlock, trying to be calm, but that's hard to do when tears were streaming down your face.

"And do you Molly Hooper; take Sherlock Holmes as your husband"

"I do" she whispered

"Then you may kiss the bride."

"Mrs Holmes, if I may" said Sherlock, leaning down

"It's Hooper-Holmes, and yes you may" muttered Molly, catching Sherlock's face in her bloodied hands and kissing him gently.

Then her hand fell from his face, as her ragged breathing slowed and stopped. The Doctor fell back against the wall, his head in his hands. John turned and held Clara, who had fallen sobbing onto his shirt. Sherlock gently lowered his wife's head onto the bed. He fell to his knees and bowed his head, his shoulders heaving. And the bloodied body of Molly Hooper lay on the bed, her last smile still on her lips.