Hello, guys! This one is quite mushy so be warned! J Thank you so much for the kind reviews for part one and, of course, I am back with part 2 xx

Marry me, Juliet, you'll never have to be alone.

I love you, and that's all I really know.

I talked to your dad ‒ go pick out a white dress

It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes"

Taylor Swift

Sherlock coughed as he picked himself off the cold, hard ground. His head was pounding and his face felt hot, wet and sticky. John was unconscious next to him. He sat up and was looking directly at the estate he had been brutally thrown from. This time, he was on the other side of the gates. Looking around, he only had one thought. He had to get back inside. He had to see her one more time. Just once. Or twice. To be honest, a lifetime spent in her company would never be enough…

"John, wake up. I have to get back in there," he was shaking his friend. John stirred and snapped his eyes open at the last comment. John slowly sat up, registering what his friend was saying.

"Have you gone absolutely mad? How hard did they hit you? Ohhh," he groaned as he felt his head. He had multiple cuts and bruises to his face and Sherlock assumed that he looked no better.

"You don't understand, I met this girl…," Sherlock began but John sighed.

"Sherlock, not again. Please, I'm still getting over last time," John pleaded, but at the look of pure peace that had crossed his friend's face, he decided to hear him out. "Ok, tell me about her."

"It was…instantaneous. She is beautiful and a very skilled dancer. I could see kindness in her eyes and she is not shy of expressing her emotions," he was smirking now. John raised his eyebrows.

"Is that it?" John asked surprised. Sherlock shook his head.

"Her name is Molly Hooper," Sherlock said quickly, jumping up after recovering from his disorientation.

"You what?" John whispered so as not to alert the guards. John was amazed. Only Sherlock Holmes himself would do this.

"No time to explain now. I have a plan. If I am to sneak around the back and into the garden, I will require a look-out," Sherlock looked hopefully at his friend. Cornered, John nodded with a heavy sigh.

"Ok, but just know I am unhappy," John said, as he watched Sherlock silently dart towards the back of the estate. John followed muttering curses under his breath as he went.

Molly looked at the clock on her bedroom wall. It was five past midnight. The household will be in bed now. She carefully climbed out of bed, her elegant nightgown falling to the floor as she crept along to the balcony. She breathed in the night air. Her curls were still in evident in her hair from the party and they rested gently on her shoulders. She was about to turn to go inside when she heard a rustling in the bushes below. She left her bedroom and headed for the doors leading outside. Cautiously, she stepped outside.

"Hello? Is anyone there?" She called quietly. The last thing she expected was an answer.

"Hello again," It was the Holmes boy, standing right behind her. She jumped in fright and stumbled backwards, almost falling into the pool behind her. He had seized her softly by the waist and pulled her forwards. "That was lucky."

"Shhh, we don't want them to hear us. They'd kill you," Molly whispered, placing a finger in his perfect lips. She was alarmed when she saw his horrific injuries. She softly traced his face.

"Oh, my gosh! My father is a monster. This is unacceptable. I am so sorry, he just doesn't understand," she looked down as her eyes filled with tears. He cupped her chin and tilted her head upwards. When she met his eyes, it felt like she could just escape for a little while.

"Please, don't go. I don't want to lose you again," Molly whispered as she looked at him. He seemed to be in deep thought. "Take me with you! Anywhere, we can be alone. Save me, protect me and love me. Take me away where no one can tell me how to feel or who to be."

"Don't be afraid," he silenced her, gripping her waist lightly, "yes, this does seem the appropriate solution. We can only be together away from here. Meet me by the old Mill on the edge of town. Do you know of it?"

"Yes. I'll be waiting," she smiled and turned to leave. Sherlock took her wrist and spun her around to face him, joining his lips with hers in a soft and loving kiss. He held her tightly and she ran her hands through his soft, curly hair. A soft cough sounded in the tree above them.

"I'd really hate to break this up, but hadn't we better be going?" John yelled quietly. Sherlock and Molly reluctantly broke apart and rested their foreheads together.

"Until tomorrow," he whispered softly to her, stroking her hair softly.

"I'll be waiting," she repeated, not wanting to leave. Molly closed her eyes as Sherlock released her and quickly hurried away. Molly returned to her bedroom, happy tears glistening in her eyes.

The morning came and Sherlock Holmes was awake bright and early. He had a busy day ahead of him. He had many errands to fulfil for his mother and father, pranks to unleash on unsuspecting members of the public with John and chores. Oh yes, he also had to speak to Mr. Hooper and then declare his love to Mr. Hooper's daughter. As he finished his morning duties, he found John conversing with a group of farmhands.

"John…we are going to the Hooper estate," he said pulling John along with him. John almost laughed.

"Are you kidding? After last night, I'll be surprised if he lets us so much as touch the front gate," John said, as he jogged to keep up with his hurrying friend. Sherlock wasn't listening. They arrived in a short time and Sherlock addressed one of the guards directly.

"Excuse me, sir? I require an audience with Mr. Hooper," Sherlock said, in his most pretentious manner. John rolled his eyes. Who the hell does this guy think he is? The Queen?

The guard looked Sherlock up and down. He looked reasonable enough. The guard nodded and turned around, off to fetch Mr. Hooper, no doubt. Sherlock and John waited outside, in the company of the other equally muscly guard. Moments later, the first guard returned with Mr. Hooper, who did not look happy to be summoned by an outsider, a commoner. When he recognised Sherlock, he groaned.

"Please, sir. There is some information I would like to share with you and once you hear it, I believe you shall not be disappointed," Sherlock said, hurriedly in an attempt to keep Mr. Hooper interested. To Sherlock's amazement, the man strode to the gates and wrenched them open, grabbing Sherlock roughly and pulling him inside.

"This had better be worth my while, boy," Mr. Hooper growled. Sherlock stiffened, his head throbbing suddenly.

John smiled awkwardly at the guards who remained as straight-faced as ever.

Molly was sat outside the Mill and was twirling a beautiful daisy between her fingers. She wasn't sure how long she had been waiting outside this Mill, waiting for him. She had snuck out in the early morning, not wanting to explain where she was off to. Molly was too desperate to meet Sherlock and run away with him. Her heart was pounding in anticipation. As the sun started to creep back down, she sighed heavily. Molly was tired of waiting now. Is he still coming? Oh, where is he? She smiled to herself as she looked down, a single tear running down her cheek. She dropped her daisy as she prepared to leave, her faith almost faded to dust. She noticed out the corner of her eye a tall, slim figure bend down to pick up the daisy. Molly turned to see Sherlock and he smiled, stepping forwards, arm outstretched. He placed the daisy in her loose hair.

"I was beginning to think you weren't coming," Molly said, tears flowing freely now, but her voice managed to remain composed. Her insecurities where slipping through, "I was so alone, I kept waiting but…you weren't here. I thought I had made you up…I didn't know what to believe."

Sherlock shushed her by placing a finger to her lips, like she had done in the early hours of that morning. Something about his touch calmed her, and Sherlock took a step back. For a moment, Molly thought he was going to leave. In fact, Sherlock was doing just the opposite. He knelt on the grass in front of her, a glittering ring in his palm. Molly gasped and put a hand to her mouth. Sherlock took a deep breath and looked into her eyes.

"Marry me, Molly Hooper. I promise you, you will never be alone again. I promise, I will spend my life looking after you. I can save you, I will protect and I do love you. That is, for want of a better statement, all I am certain about. My reason for lateness was because I was speaking to your father. After a rather lengthy discussion, he saw from our point of view and gave me his blessing. Now, I believe, it is customary for you to supply and answer," Sherlock said, looking up into her beautiful to see them shining with fresh tears.

Molly opened her eyes and saw the countryside again. How young she was when she first saw him. How foolish they were. How they loved each other. Molly turned to the sound of rustling behind her. Her husband had rolled over and placed an arm loosely around the snoring infant next to him. Molly smiled brightly at this scene as she turned to face the countryside again. Yes, how young they were when they first met and Molly was deliriously happy.

She was especially delighted she had said 'yes'. There was no doubt in her mind…Molly Holmes belonged here.

:') Ok, guys so that's that. I really hope you enjoyed it. I sure had fun writing and if you like this little idea of songs-into-stories then let me know and I will be happy to write more xx Please review and check out my other stories if you're interested (Not that there are many ;p) xx