Dedicated to Kisa (95% sure is a guest. correct me if I'm wrong)

For what felt like the billionth time since his death, Sherlock was out of the country, leaving Molly home alone. Every time, she was unable to sleep and the longer he was away, the harder it was to close her eyes and drift away. He had been away for almost three weeks by this stage.

On a usual day, Molly took the wine she and Sherlock would share (Atmosphere) and have a few glasses. She'd feel safe and sound, as though Sherlock was with her. Not even Atmosphere could help her recreate the feeling of his arms around her, though.

Yesterday and today were not usual days. Yesterday, she arrived home to find a postcard from Sherlock on her bedside table and her bottle of Atmosphere finished and today she forgot to get more wine. Sometimes, she thought it was so sweet that Sherlock would leave something like that, a little knowledge that he had been there and he was thinking about her. At the same time, she'd have loved him to come at night so she could wrap her arms around him and pretend her life could be like that forever. It was better to find him gone in the morning than to not see him at all.

Without her Atmosphere, Molly couldn't drift off. Her eyes were glued open. Even if she wanted to, she couldn't fall asleep. Instead, she stared at the small crack of sky that shone in through the gap in her curtains. The sky faded while she watched and too soon, it was light blue. Some nights, Molly and Sherlock lay together watching the sky. Of course, it was always different. They'd share some kissed, Sherlock would whisper to her a story (or deduction, as he called it) about people he saw on the streets, their fingers were locked together and everything felt so right, so perfect.

Tonight was not the same at all. It takes two to whisper a ridiculous story about how Lestrade saw his ex-wife at a strip club. Molly felt cold and alone. She missed having her fingers resting in between Sherlock's. Her back was cold and her waist felt exposed. It had been two days since she had slept; two days since she had her glasses of Atmosphere. She knew she'd have to find something else to ease the cold pain she was feeling.

"That's it," she grumbled as she stood up. "I have to have something to drink because I'll be damned if I don't sleep."

She stumbled to the kitchen and opened the fridge. The only thing left was her champagne, the champagne she planned on sharing with Sherlock for his safe return (if he even returned at all). Mary, John's girlfriend, had suggested Molly bought the Vanilla Twilight. It was a more bubbly drink than Molly was used to but she said she'd give it a shot. It was the early hours of the morning and Molly was pouring herself a glass of champagne. She wouldn't be surprised if she was an alcoholic.

Molly's actions were clumsy. She has no idea how but when she popped the cork, the content of the bottle went all over her, drenching her completely. "Are you kidding?" she groaned and placed everything on the bench. A scratch at the door stopped her from bathing straight away. Toby wanted to come inside and who was Molly to avoid comfort and someone with her? She opened the door and found her cat watching her a few feet away. "Toby, come here. Toby, come inside." The cat watched her attempts at coaxing him in. Gosh, cats are arseholes. The woman drenched in Vanilla Twilight champagne stepped outside and picked the cat up.

SLAM!

She spun around to see her door closed. Oh no. This was not good. Molly dropped her cat as she realised what had happened. Her automatically locking door had just closed with Molly on one side and the keys on the other. Tonight was not her night and she blamed Sherlock Holmes. She walked downstairs and sat on the porch at the bottom. She was going to punch Sherlock the next time she saw him. Molly fished her phone out of her pocket and sent texts to John, Mary and Sherlock's new number.

If anyone's awake, I accidentally locked myself out of my flat. Could someone bring over the keys or pick me up, please? –Molly.

Molly looked at the sun that was dragging itself above the horizon and at the time was just beginning to lick the sky with its rays. Someone should be there soon. Well, she hoped so, anyway. Molly thought about how furious she'd be when Sherlock turned up. She'd give him a piece of her mind for finishing her Atmosphere without her.

Almost three hours had passed and neither John nor Mary showed up with their spare keys to help her. The sky was becoming lighter and the dark, beautiful sky had been replaced with the pale blue ocean for birds. A few chirps every now and again was the only sound Molly could here.

"Oh darling, I'm glad you're here," a deep voice whispered into her ear. She gasped and spun around to come face to face with Sherlock. "Good morning, Molly Hooper," he whispered before leaning in and pressing his lips against hers.

"Sherlock, why are you here?" Molly asked, holding onto him, praying this wasn't a dream.

"You were locked out of your apartment at an absurd hour. I had to come by to help you with your sleep deprivation. And I brought some Atmosphere. The only thing I don't understand is why you taste and smell like Vanilla Twilight…" Sherlock trailed off and raised an eyebrow at Molly.

"You drank the rest of the bloody Atmosphere and that's the only drink that reminds me of you and helps me to sleep."

Sherlock gave Molly a sympathetic smile before scooping her into his arms. "Well, I've finished my case and think we both need to sleep." He pecked her lips before carrying her into her flat.

Molly hated it when Sherlock left during those two years but the best times were always when he came back and showered her with kisses. The best times were always when they lay in bed together, his lips by her ear and his arms wrapped around her. The best times were when Sherlock was with Molly and she was so glad that he was there.

A/N: hey guys!

Quick thingo, this is based off Vanilla Twilight by Owl City. I had never heard the song before so I listened to it a few times and then bought the song because I like it.

ANYWAY, don't let me get off topic, I think I based the story on… I don't know. It's up for interpretation. I had to finish with Sherlock coming back for two reasons: 1. I didn't have enough words. 2. Someone had to help Molly when she's drenched in Vanilla Twilight! Did you think it reflected the song? I don't know. I'm having second thoughts. Look, I've only listened to it (consciously) ten or less times, to be honest. I just copied the lyrics from online and went by bit by bit.

If you have a better story line suggestion for this, tell me and I'll write it for you.

So, again, how was my British lingo? I've done my best to stay as right as possible. Alright, that Poll I was talking about: I figured out how to put it on my profile (guys, I only joined the last day of 2013) so that was exciting. Please do vote on it, I'd totally appreciate it.

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