Disclaimer: I own nothing of Sherlock BBC and this story is loosely based on Big, a Korean Drama

Molly could not sleep so she decided to go visit her sister/body. Walking towards the ward, she overheard two nurses talking. "Wonder if 'Prince Philip' would come visit his Sleeping Beauty today during our shift? I heard he came almost daily but always at different timings and only for a short while." "Though I think he looks more like a Byronic hero with his coat and dark curls. Yummy!" The conversation ended with giggles. Before Molly could even ask them anything about it, she fainted and collapsed to the cold hard ground of the hospital.

"What's wrong with her body?"

When Molly finally woke up, Anthea stood at the end of the bed with a solemn expression. She could take a guess herself but Molly preferred to hear it from someone else.

"Irene Adler's illness had relapsed and would require surgery as soon as possible if she wanted to live. Also, our team had found the solution to switch your bodies back, Molly"

Molly shut her eyes tight like a child wishing the monster under her bed would disappear. Molly could finally get back her body but Irene's body still needed treatment from her. A dark thought crossed her mind. What if she chose not to save Irene?

No! Molly shook her head hard, trying to remove that idea from her mind. That is her sister, her only family left in this world. How could she think like that? Molly could not lose Irene but she could lose Sherlock? Because she knew very well once Irene and she were switched back, there was no other reason for Sherlock to come to her anymore.

Molly assumed what she heard from the nurses before she fainted was referring to Sherlock visiting her. But now Irene resided in her body which meant Sherlock was actually visiting her sister? Everything sounded so confusing to Molly. She was just grateful that Anthea left discreetly so she could think about this entangled mess quietly. Molly thought she finally laid her past to rest but it proved that it never left and haunting her still.

The sulphuric vapour flew out the open window, indicating the resident was in so Molly walked into the flat.

"Congratulations, Molly. I heard that you could have your own body back any time now." Sherlock looked up from his experiment.

"Yes but Irene is dying. Apparently, her illness had returned and once again, she needed me to save her." Molly looked at Sherlock, hoping to capture any kind of reactions no matter how small yet his face gave away nothing.

"Are you not going to ask me to save her so that she would live and you could be with her again?"

"You and I both know you will save her, Molly. You would never hesitant to rescue even a stranger, not to mention Irene Adler, your only surviving kin. It's a no-brainer. You are sentimental and that's your biggest weakness, Molly." Sherlock's conceited attitude was cut off when she pulled him down and took a big sniff at his neck.

"Almonds. You smelled like almonds. From that day onwards, I kept thinking of your scent because it was so familiar but I just couldn't think of what it was. Then I got my answer when I went for a shower. You smelled like the body wash I used. You smelled like me, Sherlock" Molly boldly moved towards him, daring him to step backwards. Sherlock stood his ground, not willing to be defeated by the woman in front of him.

"You talked about coincidences before. The universe is rarely so lazy. Besides, from what I understand, Irene is gay so between you two, it's just sex. You satisfied your maddening human urges and she satisfied her need to dominate The Sherlock Holmes. The body wash? The hospital visitations? The 'I can see you, Molly'? And the sex with me? Maybe being sentimental was my weakness but yours was cowardice, Sherlock. You couldn't even be honest to yourself. You trusted me with your life and yet you couldn't trust me with your heart? You didn't want to get hurt but you are fine with me getting my heart broken? You are truly a selfish bastard, Sherlock Holmes!" Molly slammed her fists at Sherlock's chest, angry at him and at herself.

"Like what you said, it's normal to have desires but love? It was something humans created out of nothing. Something to differentiate themselves from mere animals, proving that they were indeed superior. Love was not natural, it's man-made. Why should I be controlled by such a thing that shouldn't exist in the first place?" A resounding slap from her did not stop him from continuing. "And it's not like you would remember anything after you returned back to your own body, Molly." Sherlock declared.

"What do you mean? That I would forget all that had happened?" Molly questioned.

"The literal meaning, Molly. When the bodies are switched back, your mind would adjust accordingly which meant if your brain did not own said memory then you would not remember it. Like a computer rebooting itself." Sherlock explained but Molly rather he didn't.

"That's why you were alright with letting me know because I eventually would forget it." She was not going to cry in front of him. Molly had enough pride to swallow her tears. Then she came to a conclusion. "This was not going to work out anyway right?"

"I'm sorry, Molly."

Though her vision was blurred by tears, Molly could see a hint of guilt in his eyes. Served him right. Sherlock deserved that at the very least.

"So am I, Sherlock." Molly replied before turning her back and left the flat for probably the last time. If she was not going to remember any of it, Molly hoped she would first forget the searing pain in her heart right this moment.

Molly did not go straight home but took a walk instead to clear her mind after the episode with Sherlock. Molly was not paying much attention to where she was going and accidently bumped someone. "Oh, I'm so sorry!" She apologised before moving on. "Unable to recognise me, Irene Adler?" The man asked.

Molly stopped in her tracks, took a deep breath and turned to look at Sebastian Moran. "Apologises, Colonel. I was in deep thoughts. Fancy meeting you here." Alarm rang loudly in her mind. Molly looked at her surroundings only to see no one around and it was getting dark. Of all places to go, she came here. Too careless of her.

"Same could be said for you. Let's have a talk, shall we?" Moran dragged Molly into the back alley, not even giving her a chance to answer. Like in the movies, Moran brought Molly to a deserted warehouse and tied her up to a chair.

"You bitch! How dare you betray me?" Moran grabbed her hair and tugged hard. Molly tried not to panic. "I don't know what you are saying, Colonel. There must be a mistake." Her denial just made Moran angrier.

"Shut up! If you didn't inform Mycroft Holmes, how would he know of my plans and sent his minions after me, hunting me down like I'm a sewer rat? I should have not let you live for so long!" He hit Molly so hard that the chair fall to the side and slammed her roughly onto the concrete ground. Molly genuinely thought Moran was going to kill her right here and then but sounds could be heard from outside.

He cursed and went to check what was going on. The moment Moran stepped out; Molly reached out for an empty beer bottle lying near her. Without a minute to lose, she managed to break the bottle and used one of the broken pieces to cut open the ropes. Molly's hands were already wet with blood; she hoped she didn't just slice her wrists too.

When Moran came back, Molly waited for him to come closer to her. Like a cat, she sprung up on Moran, first attacking his eyes with the broken glass before sticking it into his chest. Molly was a pathologist after all. She knew exactly how to impair someone and even kill if required of her. Molly screamed when Moran, lying on the floor seriously injured, grabbed her leg to stop her from escaping.

All of the sudden, the special operations team rushed in and took care of Sebastian Moran. Amidst the chaos, Sherlock appeared and removed his scarf to temporarily act as bandage for Molly's hands while shouting for paramedics to quickly come and attend to her wounds.

"That's your favourite scarf." Molly looked at Sherlock bending his head, trying to stop the bleeding and said quietly.

"As if that matters. Don't worry, it's over. Everything's fine now." Yes, it's all over and everything's alright now. Except for Molly's heart that was actually hurting more than her hands.

Author's note: I had a writer block and if I'm honest, partly it was due to me comparing this story to my other one. I compare them from ease of writing and crafting of characters to views and comments etc. (how vulgar of me right? I know and I'm so sorry!) then after what my friend gave her inputs (you know I'm talking about you) and me reflecting on it, I decided to follow my gut instinct and write simply what I wanted to write.

Someone once told me that I was brave to actually publish my work and let everyone judge it. To tell the truth, I wasn't that brave at all. Every time I update my story, I feared that readers will hate it but somehow that did not stop me from continuing to write. It reminded me how strong my passion for writing was. Good or bad moments, I love my time in here (not that I have any bad moments, you all are very nice and encouraging to me :D).

If this is too revealing for you, I apologize but I felt like readers have to understand if they found that the story is not flowing smoothly or something like that.