Molly sat at the long table at the end of the room and watched as her two best friends as they danced their first dance as husband and wife. John held his new wife close as he whispered the words of And I Love Her by the Beatles (their song of choice for their first dance) and swayed her back and forth, the smile on Mary's face was so genuine and Molly couldn't help but smile at the sight of them.

The two years that had passed after the fall were rough for everyone, but the damage seemed to affect John the most. He was a hard person to break, after all he was a soldier but every man has his breaking point, and for John it was Sherlock. For months John never left the flat, barely ate and rarely spoke to anyone outside of Mrs. Hudson and Molly. One day Molly came into 221B and almost cried as she spotted John's old cane hooked around one of the arm chairs, she left then without saying anything and practically ran home all while tears streaked her face. There were so many times that she just wanted to go to John and tell him that it was alright and that Sherlock wasn't dead, but she couldn't do that not after everything Sherlock had done to protect him. So instead when the temptation arose she just hugged John and held him tightly as they both sat and cried onto each other's shoulders over the fallen memories of the man that they both had known and loved.

Mary coming into John's life was truly a gift from god, if you believe in that sort of thing. Molly had known the school teacher for a couple of months but they had never gone out and that night Mary decided it was time to stop moping and get on with life. While at the pub they had run into John and as they say, the rest is history. They dated for nine months before they moved in together and then lasted another two before John got down on one knee and proposed.

Looking at them now brought tears to her eyes, they were so happy and in love it brought great joy to her but at the same time it brought sadness. She tried to imagine her wedding but couldn't picture it. She tried to see herself in the big poofy ball gown walking down the aisle with a bouquet of yellow and red gerbera flowers clutched tightly in her hands. She tried to imagine the diamond ring on her finger or the vows she would speak but she couldn't picture it at all. It was if someone had gone over her thoughts with white out and voided out that part of her thoughts.

"Molly dear, are you alright?"

Molly turned her head to see who had spoken to her. While she was watching Mary and John Mrs. Hudson had sat beside her, Molly looked down and noticed that the older woman's hand was placed gently over hers.

"Yes, sorry I was just watching them," Molly answered, "they look so happy."

Mrs. Hudson nodded and squeezed her hand lightly. "They are! I'm so glad he finally found someone, I thought he would never get over Sherlock's death the poor soul."

Molly nodded her head in agreement. "He would like to be here to see this, Sherlock that is. I think he would have been very proud of John."

"He would have been! He probably would have insisted he brought that horrid skull with him," Mrs. Hudson shuddered, "oh he brought that everywhere with him before John! Oh Sherlock," she sighed.

Molly turned in her seat and faced Mrs. Hudson. "I miss him so much sometimes," she confessed, "sometimes I think I'm driving myself insane thinking about him all the time, he wouldn't have liked that very much he didn't like me all that much actually. Not that that matters now."

Molly turned away before she could see Mrs. Hudson's reaction, but if she were to see it she would have seen the tears pool in the corners of the old woman's eyes and a frown appear on her face. "Molly love you must never think that! No boy, not even Sherlock Holmes is worth your tears, you are perfect and one day even if it seems like it will never happen it will happen!" Mrs. Hudson pointed out towards where John and Mary were still dancing. "Everyone deserves that, especially you dear."

Words escaped Molly all she could do was smile and nod her head. Mrs. Hudson gave her hand a quick squeeze again and left heading off towards her table to go sit down with her friends that John had invited. Molly wiped at the tears gathering in her eyes and downed the rest of her pink champagne before joining the rest of the crowd as they clapped at the end of the new couples dance.

Molly gave Mary a huge smile and wave when she looked over her and for the first time that night she felt happy and content, and no one could take that feeling from her.

It was two AM and the party had not yet stopped. Molly and Mary had both long ago abandoned their shoes and were currently dancing in the middle of the dance floor. Most of the guests were gone but the ones that had stayed were all either on the dance floor joining them in a dance of lounging out at the bar laughing over a couple of drinks.

Molly spun in a tight twirl two times making the room spin, she laughed loudly and hugged Mary tightly. Mary joined her in laughing and the two of them continued to dance circles around John.

"Are you drunk, Molly Hooper?" Mary asked loudly.

Molly shook her head laughing. "No! I'm just really happy that's all!"

"You've had a few drinks!" Mary answered back. "Are you sure you're not drunk?"

Molly raised an eyebrow and shrugged. She had had a few drinks, well maybe seven, or was it eight? She had lost track a long time ago but she didn't care she was having fun and it had been a long time since she had had this much fun, she didn't want this night to end.

She turned on her heel and started off towards the bar to get another drink when she felt hands wrapping around her waist. She turned around in surprise and almost screamed when she saw those piercing blue eyes, surely that couldn't be Sherlock.

"Sherlock?" she whispered.

Sherlock placed a finger on her lips to silence her and pulled her into an embrace and began swaying back and forth. "Shh Molly be quiet please!" he whispered quietly in her ear. "I don't want John to know I'm here, I just had to see him."

It took Molly a minute to figure out that Sherlock had his hands wrapped around her waist for a reason, he was dancing with her. She placed her hands on his chest and followed his movements as she let him gently rock them back and forth an unfamiliar song that played in the background.

She looked up and caught his eyes. He didn't look like himself, he had on a ginger coloured wig and had glued a very good looking ginger beard onto his face to disguise his features but not even the best disguise could hide his beautiful blue eyes and beautiful perfect cheekbones. Despite this costume he was still beautiful and made her heart flutter. She sighed and placed her cheek against his chest listening to his heart beat, she didn't know if it was the alcohol or her imagination but she could hear it beat with her name, beat for her existence, and beat for her.

"Alright folks it's that time of night where we shut her down and play the last song! Grab your lovers and hold them close as we play the final song of the evening!" The DJ announced.

Suddenly the room became silent and a fear that someone had recognized Sherlock filled her body but when she looked around the room she saw that no one was looking at them, they were too busy with their partners. Molly smiled and placed her head back on Sherlock's chest and hummed along with the familiar song that played in the background.

You're in my arms, and all the world is calm

The music playing on, for only two

So close together

Molly slowly lifted her head and looked up into Sherlock's eyes; the fact that he was already staring down at hers was a surprise to her. She thought that he was watching John but no, he was watching her.

And when I'm with you so close, to feeling alive

As life goes by, romantic dreams may die

So I bid my goodbye, and never knew

As he stared down at his pathologist he got a weird sinking feeling in his stomach and felt his heart flutter.

So close was waiting, waiting her with you

And now forever, I know

All I ever wanted was to hold you, so close

Sherlock tried to swallow the knot that had formed in his throat but despite his best effort it stayed. His eyes never left Molly's, he had tried to look away but she kept him locked onto her. God she was beautiful, how had he never noticed this before?

So close to reaching that famous happy end

And almost believing this one's not pretend

And now you're beside me

He was always observant, he always studied everybody so closely but he had always overlooked Molly, why hadn't he seen her like this earlier? Why had he never seen this side of her, she was like perfection wrapped up in this tiny human body. He wrapped his hands around her tighter forcing her closer to her, her pupils dilated in response and he swear he could feel her pulse quicken.

And look how far we've come

So far we are, so close

Oh how could I face the faceless days

He was so close all Molly could see and smell was him, it was driving her mad. She was so close she only needed to go up on her tip toes and their mouths would be level, she was so close.

If I should lose you now, we're so close

To reaching that famous happy end

And almost believing this one's not pretend

Very slowly she extended her toes allowing her the height advantage she needed, Sherlock responded as well and painfully slow leaned in close to his pathologist.

And let's go on dreaming for we all know

We are so close

His hands moved from her waist and now wrapped around her slim throat, his thumb brushed her cheek ever so slightly. They were only inches from each other now, he could almost taste her in his mouth.

So close

He leaned in closer closing the gap between their mouths; he felt the soft outline of her lower lip gently on his own. Their eyes both closed automatically and Sherlock felt Molly's grip on his chest increase. They were so close, their lips were almost touching when-

"Molly!"

And still so far…

They broke apart quickly at the sound of Mary's voice. Sherlock quickly freed Molly of his grip and gave her one last painful look before turning on his heels and walking out of the banquet hall leaving Molly's head spinning.

Mary ran to her friend and grabbed her arm. "Molly, who was that?" Mary asked excitedly, "And why did he just run away like that? Was that the bloke in your flat earlier today?"

Molly silently nodded her head and placed her fingers on her lips where not a moment ago Sherlock's were gently placed. Her heart ached and caused her so much pain she thought she would fall over and collapse in front of everyone. She had waited so long and now he was gone, they were so close.

A single tear slipped out of Molly's eyes and pooled in the corner of her mouth. She shut her eyes tightly allowing even more tears to fall but she didn't care, let them fall she wanted them to fall. Her body still felt hot where Sherlock's hands had once been and now thanks to Mary, probably never would be again.

How long she had waited for him to look at her that way, how long she had waited for his touch, for that kiss. She swallowed the lump in her throat and let out a sigh before turning back to face Mary. As she looked into her friends' eyes she felt her whole body collapse inside itself and suddenly before Mary could say anything Molly had turned on her heels and just like Sherlock exited the building. She ran as quickly as her feet would let her in no particular direction, she felt the blood rushing to her head telling her to stop.

The last thing she remembered before she blacked out was look in his eyes and the warmth of his lips as they ever so slightly covered hers in that stolen kiss. She hit the ground hard but couldn't move; she felt her whole existence slowly drain away from her…and then-nothing.

Just want to say thank you again to everyone who read and reviewed my story so far! This wouldn't be possible without your love!

I hate to leave you with this cliffhanger but I just needed to get this story out there even though I just published my third chapter, you ask and you shall receive!

Hoping to have some more Sherlock/Molly up for you soon!

-Lemon

PS Sherlock and its characters do not belong to me but to the BBC

The song included in this chapter is So Close by Jon Mclaughhlin from the Enchanted soundtrack.

...I wish they were mine but sadly they are not