AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry my Sherlollians! School started and I just had to delay this a little! Don't worry, i'll be making sure to get to this as quick as possible! :)

Anywho! This chapter is very special so please enjoy and COMMENT! I love hearing from you! :D

Sherlock sat on a swing set on the children's play set for the children who came to visit their parents.

Sherlock had sat out here, looking up at the clear sky.

It was winter time, a few more weeks had passed since his first arrival, and already he just knew that he shouldn't just spend his last few precious weeks with Molly, he had to live them! He had to desperately drink them up because afterwords... There's no telling what would happen.

She had a life, he had a life, he was meant to wander through life alone...

So, he knew that he would make use of these weeks, he'd spend each and every day with her and make sure he doesn't let the words left unspoken stay unspoken.

Molly walks out, a blanket wrapped around her small little body that was bruised and marked with her past, and sat on the swing beside him.

"Hello, stranger." Molly greets with a small nudge of her shoulder.

Sherlock smiles a little and nudges back.

"Hello." He realizes he should probably play along.

"Cutie." He says a bit awkwardly, which makes Molly giggle.

"What are you doing out here? Don't you know you're breaking a rule."

Sherlock makes a "tsk'ing" noise with his tongue, and looks up at the blinking stars.

"Yup. Just checked it off my list."

"Ah, so you're purposely breaking the rules as a game... Which rule you on?" Molly asks slyly, which makes Sherlock look at her with a smirk.

"Like... 30... Only 1 more to go."

Molly smiles and scrunches up her nose.

"Aha... Which one?"

Sherlock raises an eyebrow at Molly, and shakes his head.

"It's more of a rule for me more than anything."

Molly nods and swings a little, just looking up.

"I love the stars... When I was a little girl, i'd open my arms and swing... Like a bird... Pretending I was going to my dad up in Heaven..."

Sherlock smiles a little, and looks up with a sigh.

"My favorite constellation is... That one..."

He points to nothing in particular.

"Why?" Molly asks as she stares up at the night sky with an innocent an childlike expression... The silence of the black and the bright twinkling lights made her imagination run wild.

"Because... See that bright star that twinkles more than any other star... That's you. And that dull one beside it? That's me."

Molly looked at Sherlock with a deep blush, and looked him up and down.

"You aren't dull."

"You haven't seen me at my brightest, darling."

Molly blushed even more at the sound of this new pet name.

She looked back up at the stars, and shakes her head with a little smile.

"No... You're the bright star, i'm just... Not what you think."

Sherlock tilts his head.

"Why?"

Molly shrugs.

"Because... I'm a bad person. You saved me... And I still don't understand why... I'm not exactly the saving type."

Sherlock looks at Molly staring at her hands in her lap, and takes a hold of her fingers.

"Than neither am I. Because if Molly Hooper isn't worth saving, than why would a man like me need to be saved for?"

Molly looks up at him, and feels the tears rising to pour over.

"Why are you saying this?" She cracks, and Sherlock sees for the first time... Molly Hooper, the good girl gone bad, cry.

"Because, contrary to your belief, I... Happen to think you count. You count, Molly."

Molly begins to sob, fingers over her face.

"Why? Why... You don't know me... You don't know who I am."

"You're Molly. A good girl. A good girl who saw me. Me... Not what the media says, not what my counselor says... Me..."

Molly buries her face in her palm, her body shaking, her face puffy and red.

"Why are you crying? Isn't what i'm saying... Supposed to make you... Like me?"

Molly gulps, and nods her head.

"Sherlock... You don't know what you're saying, please... I'm not any of that. I'm... I'm bad, my entire life is full of me being pushed around, of being useless and worthless and full of bad things and-"

Molly doesn't finish.

Because Sherlock had used his free hand not holding Molly's, and gently touched her soggy cheek. He turned her face to face him, and leaned in to plant a soft and gentle kiss on her lips.

Once he pulled away, he saw her awestruck face, and rested his forehead against hers.

With a sigh from Molly, he keeps his hand on the side of his head.

"One day you'll see... Molly Hooper... One day you'll see..."

Hope this makes up for my absence! :D