Hello guys! So this is the end of part one!
I honestly didn't think i'd get this far but lo and behold I did! :)
So please tell me if anyone would want a part two! And I just might!
So... This is it...
I love you.
Rightly so, too.
And I guess if it's the last time I say it...
Sherlollians... I...
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Sherlock and Molly sit in the lobby on Christmas Day.
Everyone was talking about how in a few days, they finally get to leave.
Presents were exchanged, mainly arts and crafts they had made each other, and as usual, Sherlock left early because he felt alone.
Molly follows him, and once she sees him, she taps his shoulder.
"Merry Christmas, Sherlock." She says sweetly, and hands them the present.
Sherlock smiles a bit awkwardly, as if forced, and takes it cautiously.
"Thank you... Molly." He says a bit weirdly, and opens it.
Molly blushes as he sees a clear little rock with a small picture of a yellow smiley face underneath it. A little craft she had made.
"Bit strange, I know. It's all they had." She says softly, and turns.
Sherlock inhales sharply, and calls out.
"Thank... Thank you."
Molly turns and nods.
"You're welcome."
Molly sits next to John, whom smiles kindly to her.
"You give him your gift?"
Molly nods again, and looks a bit frightened.
"You ok?"
Molly shakes her head.
"I don't know where i'm going to go. I know Sherlock won't let me stay with him. It'd be weird."
John sighs.
"I'm going to loose my job. Turns out i've been too... Loose."
Molly smiles sadly.
"Guess we're both on the same page."
John smiles though, ever brightly like a Christmas tree.
"Not retired yet. I still have a few things I have to do. Like... Get you a home and job."
Molly looks bewildered.
"W... What?"
John chuckles.
"Yes. I can do that. What would you like?"
Molly smiles a tiny, hopeful smile.
"Any jobs at St. Bart's open?"
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After the holidays, a lot of hugging and crying came with leaving.
Sherlock and Molly both leave at the same time.
They both pack, Molly with her pictures and drawings and ever hopeful gleam in her eyes.
And Sherlock with his little things like suits and Molly's rock.
Sherlock opens the door, and the cold snow hits his face like a slap.
Molly bundles up, and smiles with her little red button nose.
Sherlock turns to her, and diligently fixes her scarf for her.
"So..." He starts off.
"So..." She replies back, both standing in front of each other.
"Where are you off to?" He asks her, a smile gracing his plump lips, curls gently swaying with the wind.
"Waiting for a cab. You?"
Sherlock nods. "Same here."
Molly makes a little "mmm" noise and looks to the snowy parking lot.
"Back to being a detective?"
Sherlock nods, and takes a deep breath.
"You... You could come with, you know. Solve crimes with me... Be my companion... We could... Be... Together... Like you said." He asks with a bit of innocence, a bit of emotion under his cold demeanor that came with being sober.
Molly smiles sadly, and shakes her head.
"I... I'd love to..."
Sherlock smiles and chuckles.
"But... You can't, can you?"
Molly doesn't look him in the eye.
"No... I have a job. At St. Bart's. I'm going to get trained, i'm going to finish what I started. Might end up as a nurse or pathologist or anything I want. Anything i've ever dreamt of... I could do now..."
Sherlock puts on his gloves and lets out his breath.
"That's wonderful. I hope you're very happy."
Molly smiles, still not looking up.
"What would I be doing if I went with you?"
Sherlock thinks before answering.
"Lots of running. Lots of dead people. Lots of... Car chases and... Me being an ass... Lots of dining in... Lots of sleepless nights... Traveling... Seeing things no normal person could handle." He lists off, dazing off a bit.
Molly giggles as she looks up through her eyelashes at him.
"Sounds like fun."
Sherlock chuckles too.
"Not really. I'm boring."
Molly shakes her head.
"Not to me."
They both stand in comfortable silence before a cab finally pulls up.
"For me..." Sherlock says a bit sadly, and sticks his one suitcase in the back seat.
"It's been a pleasure, Hooper."
Molly smiles sadly to him.
"Yeah... So much fun... More fun than possible in a rehab."
They both laugh.
Sherlock sticks a foot in the cab, and Molly gasps.
"Sherlock!"
Sherlock turns to her with a wild expression, hoping she'd say she'd come with.
"What was the one rule... The personal one you wanted to break?" She asks.
Sherlock tells the cabbie "one second" and stands back in front of Molly.
"It was this..." He says, and leans down to kiss her cheek.
"It was our friendship."
As Sherlock entered the cab, Molly waves at him and watches it drive away.
Molly's heart sank, and she watches the man she might or might not have loved, forget the night he kissed her and made her feel important.
She looks to the ground, and sees he left something in her pocket when he kissed her cheek.
She pulls out a little box, wrapped in the drawing of Redbeard.
Inside lay a small piece of paper.
It was an address.
221B Baker Street.
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That's it :) I really hoped you liked it, although SUPREMELY short!
I promise part 2 will be longer! ^.^
Yay! Thank you to all 9 or 10 comments, I loved them ALL! And followers and likers! :~ thanks for reading, more to come with a new fanfiction i'm working on! ;D