a/n: One year after "The Reichenbach Fall", and John Watson is leaving Baker Street.
What about Molly Hooper?
Sherlock and friends do not belong to me.
Moving On 5
The chill of the tile
Brought her peace
As she rested her head;
Quite at home
With the tables of steel,
The remains of the dead.
The rate of her breathing
Slowed down
To a steadier pace;
She began to relax
In this calm
And familiar place.
~0~
She scolded herself;
Her reaction could ruin it all,
She hadn't considered
That Doctor John Watson
Might call.
She wasn't prepared
For his cane,
For the catch in his voice;
And cursed, as she'd cursed many times,
Her impossible choice.
~0~
She'd distanced herself
From his friends,
Their unbearable grief.
She'd mourned,
Mourned alone,
With her thoughts;
No escape,
No relief.
~0~
She'd known
Her involvement
Would come
At a terrible cost;
And she knew she would
Never get back
Everything
She had lost.
And yet, if he asked her again
She'd agree in a trice;
The means to an end
Which was worth
Such a very high price.
~0~
She surveyed her surroundings,
Recalled their last meeting,
And wept;
For the lipstick she no longer wore,
And the secrets she kept.
~0~