Molly Hooper had had no more contact with John Watson since he called her one year back. She imagined that he had digested the news and that…no way. He wasn't. Every time she was walking in the district of the cemetery, she saw him in front of the black grave. But that day his sorrow melted with hers and she took the decision to come next to him, to see the grave. She brought white roses and put it in front of it and turned to John, a sweet smile on her face.
« - Molly ? he said with surprise. What are you doing here ? It's been quite a long time ! »
She didn't answer and hugged him slightly during a few seconds, sobbing. She couldn't help it. She was so worried. After the « not that true » dream, she had had no news of him, not even from Mycroft. She was so worried he could have died…for real.
« - Sorry, Molly said a little embarrassed after breaking the hug, I wasn't planning on sobbing on your shoulders but…
- I understand, he smiled. If you didn't have done it, I would certainly have. »
Molly smiled and then looked at the black grave stone. She sighed and they stayed here without talking for a moment, before Molly remembered she had a lunch date.
« - Hope to see you more often, John, she said smiling.
- Yeah… » he answered absently.
Molly let drop a tear from her eyes and turned her heels out of the cemetery. She wasn't really in the mood for a date, but he insisted so much. He was cute. He had curly brown hair, blue eyes, was dressing well, was very smily, very carful… She met her through friends, who desperately wanted her to get Sherlock - they never met in person - out of her mind.
Molly entered the little restaurant they had to meet in and found him at a table where a red rose was waiting for her. She smiled and rejoin her date.
« - Hello Tom ! she said while he was getting up to salute her. Is it for me ? she smiled, pointing at the rose.
- Of course Molly ! he smiled. Do you like it ? »
Molly took the rose in her hands. She tried not to think she was just leaving John with some white ones, and smelled deeply into the chore. The scent was so beautiful that she widely smiled.
« - Thank you, I like it very much ! » she answered, looking in the deep bright look of Tom.
Tom pulled her chair and she slightly blushed. What a gentleman !
« - Molly, you look…sad. What's going on ? »
Molly froze. That was she had looked on Sherlock's eyes that day, the day he told her she…counted. She began to stutter :
« - No ! No, I… I'm not… I was, I just met someone…and…
- He made you think about Sherlock Holmes ? finished gently Tom. I understand your sadness about him, to kill himself…. But I don't believe a second he was a fake, you know… »
Those words made Molly smile. Throughout the lunch, she thought : « Oh my ! Molly, maybe he's able to make you fall in love…with someone else than Sherlock Holmes ».
Six months later, she was ending her shift at St Barth's, and she noticed she had a waiting text on her phone. She picked it and red it quickly :
« - Meet me at your house. SURPRISE ! Tom »
Molly jumped of joy and ran to her house, pacing in the subway, impatient. She loved surprises….well good ones.
She found her door open and Tom, in the middle of the living room, in a tuxedo. She gave a quick look at her own clothes…ouch. But well, no matter, she entered her house, closed the door behind her and approached slowly Tom while smiling shyly. She dropped her bag and put her hands on her mouth when he knelt in front of her. When Tom opened a red velvet box and appeared an engagement ring with diamonds on it, Molly hugged him tightly and murmured « yes » to his ear.
What Tom never understand - however spending his time asking Molly - was why there was this little note on the kitchen wall, handwritten, saying : « But was it really a dream ? SH ».