It felt so odd now. Standing there in front of a black tomb stone, merely spelling his name. "Sherlock Holmes." and the dates of his birth and his death.
That was all, no small uplifting words of how beloved he had been, no final comments on what he brought, not even a little random line of lyrics. Just the name on a black marble stone.
Molly sighed deeply as she unravelled the white lilies she had brought, it was valentines day and this year she didn't have a date, it perhaps felt a bit ironic to go visit a grave just because she didn't have a date, but it felt right.
Just as Molly was about the put the white flowers on his grave, arrange them a bit, Molly discovered she had not been the first visitor that day, on the grave also laid, a single scarlet red rose.
Molly had no idea whom it was from, perhaps a fan girl whom didn't really know Sherlock Holmes but had crushed on him... Sherlock would have found that highly annoying.
But regardless, Molly didn't want to smearer the unknown visitor and made sure her white lilies didn't cover the scarlet red rose, but placed the rose on top of them, it looked rather well.
Suddenly, Molly got the feeling that she was being watched, slowly, ever so slowly Molly turned her head, and on the bench behind her, with view of the graves, was there indeed some-one looking straight her.
It was no one Molly knew nor recognised how-ever, the woman whom sat there looked extraordinary sophisticated, elegant, beautiful, and yet there was some-thing about this woman, some-thing dangerous and not all that sophisticated. It was the kind of woman whom gave women like Molly low self esteem, simply because that woman was the very meaning of all you combined with the ultimate woman. Strong, independent, illusive, sophisticated, smart.. every-thing.
Molly averted her eyes from the woman, and took a deep breath before heading back, she would have to walk pretty close to the bench, but as long as she kept her eyes down, there shouldn't be any problems, should there?
"Thank you, that was very kind of you." the woman spoke as Molly was the closest.
"Oh erh.." Molly blushed deeply, daring to shortly look at the woman. "It was nothing really, any-one would have done that."
"I wouldn't." The woman stated simply. "I would have thrown that rose away in jalousie, and replaced it with my own."
Molly blinked, not really knowing what to say about that.
"That's the trouble about being desperately in love." the woman sighed. "Especially when it's some-one out of your reach, you so terrible easily get possessive."
"You and Sherlock?" Molly asked a bit unsure. "You were...?" she didn't quite know how to finish that sentence.
"I like to think I left at least some kind of impression." The woman stated crossing her legs while pulling a cigarette, of cause each and every-one of those movements just made her look even more sophisticated in a feminine sort of way. "I beat him at his own game and then drugged him upon our first meeting, then after an entire year of playing around he finally beat me back, only to safe my life as I was about to become executed at the other side of the globe. My dark knight in armour." the woman smiled to herself as she sucked the cigarette. "Travelled across half the world just to safe little me. He may tried to ignore me, but that did indeed feed my vanity."
"Sounds... very interesting." Molly hesitated not really sure what to do with this information. "So you knew him very well?" she asked.
"Well enough to not believe my own ears." The woman stated looking at the grave stone. "It took a bit longer for the news of his death to reach me, and I didn't know what to make of it, took me long enough to even get here, and I have to go away again tomorrow. Britten is not safe for me. So how did you know Sherlock?" the woman asked.
"I... some-times got to work with him." Molly hesitated.
"Interesting, you are from the police?" The woman asked. "I have to warn you, if you say yeas I shall have to knock you unconscious and flee right away."
Molly blinked. "No, no I am not with the police.. well sort of.. I am a doctor biologist, I erh." Molly blushed deeply looking down on the ground. "Do autopsies on people who died an unnatural death. I work closely with the investigation labs."
"Oh I could go over there and stamp on your lilies right now." The woman gritted looking genuinely jealous.
Confused Molly looked at the woman.
"He would have to work through you, on almost all of his cases." The woman gritted even more tightly, and still that didn't make her look any less elegant, even un-earthly.. a little like Sherlock. "I know how he is Sherlock, there's very few people he likes and he picks out who it is he wants to work with." she stated. "I know, I watched him long enough, he picks precisely and carefully whom he even bothers to search out more than ones." the woman bit together. "So he chose you among his little selected group. All the times you got to help him with his little cases, see him solve it so brilliantly. with his sexy smarts."
"Oh.. it wasn't like that.." Molly told honestly. "In fact when he did his brain thing, it often ended with.." she sighed deeply, this woman might found Sherlocks quick deductions downright sexy, they had always ended up hurting Molly. "I did want to help, but he just wanted me to open body bags."
"That is far more than I ever got to do." The woman told in a slight pout showcasing her red lips before throwing down her now half smoked cigarette, to step on it with her smart high heeled shoe. "Why must it be so difficult to love that man?"
"I wouldn't know, I didn't.." Molly flustered.
"Who are you kidding, of cause you did, let me correct myself, you do love him." The woman told Molly. "It's quite obvious."
"But.. it could never work." Molly muttered. "I could never understand him, why he would have to be so.. cold on the façade." Molly sighed and then she sat down on the bench beside the woman, never before would she have imagined to sit beside a woman like that, talk casually to her, but right now it just felt right. "I first get it now, he always tried to make people around him understand what he saw. He tried to explain, he wanted us to see the world the way he did." she shook her head. "The last thing he ever said to me.. he tried again, tried to let me see the world the way he does. It was his good-bye present, I think I understand a little better, but not much I am afraid. it scares me a little how different he views every-thing."
"I'm fascinated by it." The woman told smiling for herself as she sucked on her cigarette. "It's the most endearing fascinating thing I ever encountered in all of my life, it crawled under my skin, tingled my spine, it was delightful. And that day where he showed me how he see things, I gladly jumped with him out at the crime-scene, it was deliciously endearing." she stated.
"I think he was a bit to far into that world of his." Molly sighed. "He could have lived, be more pleasant had he chosen.. then maybe he could have been a little more happy a little more often."
"How interesting." the woman reflected leaning forward. "You love him for his humanity.. that is why it would never work between him and me either, I love him for his inhumanity you see. and you my dear are lucky that I have not yet knocked you out and trashed your lilies." the woman sighed as she stood up from the bench, gathered her long fur coat around herself looking so very beautiful. "I was never what he needed, not for a second. You were, I hope you realise how lucky you are." the woman at last stated before walking away, down the cemetery, as had nothing peculiar happened at all.