Sherlock and Molly give each other their Christmas gifts.

Sherlock came out of his bedroom in search of his fiancee. When he saw her sitting on the ground in front of the Christmas tree, he approached her curiously. "Molly, what are you doing?"

The pathologist had a small gift wrapped package in her hand and set it down in front of her, she looked up at Sherlock with a smile.

"I thought we could exchange one gift together tonight. When my parents were still alive, we used to do it every Christmas Eve. So, maybe it could be a tradition for us as well." She motioned to the gift in front of her.

It was a charming idea and Sherlock felt a rush of excitement as he knew the perfect present to give her. "I like the sound of that. Hold on." He went back to his bedroom briefly and came out again, bringing a small wrapped box with him. He sat down in front of Molly and crossed his legs like she did, so their knees were touching.

"This is for you. It's been sitting at the bottom of my dresser for a month now."

Molly smiled and took the box from Sherlock. "A month? And how come I never found it?" Her voice was playful as she tore the paper from the package.

"Well, it was in my underwear drawer," the detective said with a sheepish grin.

"No wonder. That's the last place I'd suspect you of hiding something." Once she completely removed the wrapping, she opened the box. A gasp left her mouth and she picked up a beautiful silver charm bracelet with tiny charms that clinked together.

"This is so beautiful, Sherlock."

"I knew you'd like it," he said with a hint of pride in his voice. "Each charm represents something that has significant meaning to your life."

Molly held the jewellery up and felt her heart tug. The first charm she spied was a tiny yellow ribbon. When she looked at the man in front of her, he smiled.

"A yellow ribbon because yellow is your favorite colour." As she looked at the other charms, he told her what they represented as well.

"A white lab coat because you're a pathologist, a humerus bone because I know you love cheesy jokes - especially when we're in the morgue - a cat face to remind you of the enchantment that changed both of our lives and..." Their eyes looked at the heart organ which was the last charm on the bracelet.

Sherlock's words came out in barely a whisper. "A human heart symbolising that you own my heart, now and forever."

Tears filled Molly's eyes, but they didn't spill over until she heard those words from Sherlock's lips. The emotion and intimacy of this moment was incredibly overwhelming and she couldn't stop from crying out and hugging Sherlock tightly.

"Oh, Sherlock! This is the sweetest gift I've ever been given in my entire life! I'll always treasure it! Thank you!"

The detective held Molly in his arms and rubbed little circles on her back. "You're welcome, darling," he replied and kissed her forehead gently.

For several minutes, they stayed in each other's embrace until Molly pulled back and slid the bracelet on her wrist. She admired it for a moment and touched Sherlock's cheek with her hand. "You know me well."

"After everything we've been together, I would hope so."

Together, they laughed and then, Molly placed his gift into his palm. "This is yours."

"What could it be? Perhaps an old pipe?"

"Oh, please. I'd never get you a pipe. Especially since you don't smoke anymore."

"Ah, yes. What do I need to smoke for when I have you?" Sherlock winked.

Molly blushed and he hummed to himself, doing away with the colourful wrapping paper and a pleased smile spread across his lips as he looked at the present. It was a pocket watch and when he inspected it, he realised that bore a striking resemblance to the one he possessed in the 1800s.

"Molly, where on earth did you get this? It looks just like my old one."

"That's because it is your old one."

He stared at her, confused. "What do you mean?"

"Janine came to my flat the day after our engagement. She gave me that pocket watch and told me it was a memento. Apparently, she'd kept it all of these years, waiting for the day you'd get your head out of your arse." At Sherlock's raised eyebrow, Molly smirked, adding, "Her words, not mine."

"She really was rooting for us after all." Sherlock opened the watch and touched the tiny picture that rested inside. It was a small photo of Molly. The image was very old, but preserved well and from the appearance of her hair style and clothes, Sherlock knew that it was also from the 1800s. He looked at her in wonder. "This is you."

"A hundred and twenty years ago, yes. Before I started working at Bart's and before I adopted a male disguise. I thought you'd want to see what I looked like in our previous life, but I know we said we wouldn't let ourselves become stuck in the past. So, you can replace it if you want...with this." Molly handed him another tiny picture of herself, except this one was recent.

Sherlock accepted the picture and glanced at both it and the one currently in his pocket watch. Silently, he made up his mind and placed the modern photo on top of the old one, closing it with care.

"It's true that we shouldn't always look back to the past. Still, there's nothing wrong with keeping the memories alive. You and I didn't get off on the right foot all those years ago, but I admired how capable you were at your job. You challenged me and I was a terrible ass in return."

Molly shook her head. "I forgave you long ago. True, you were an ass, but you didn't treat me like someone who was beneath you. You challenged me just as I challenged you and I respected you for that." She held his hand in hers again and squeezed it before continuing.

"Every time you came to Bart's, I fell more in love with you and I actually worked up the courage to tell you one day, but that was the same day Janine put that enchantment on you and my memories of you vanished in an instant."

Sherlock chuckled. "Who knew that you forgetting me would be the most best thing that ever happened to both of us?"

"You always say such wonderful things," Molly replied with a happy sigh.

"I try."

"You succeed." The pathologist entwined her fingers with Sherlock's and laid it to her heart. Their eyes met when she spoke it was in a breathy voice, full of emotion. "You're my dream come true."

He pressed his head to hers and tears rolled down his own cheeks. "And you think I say wonderful things?"

"You do."

"Oh, Molly. My darling Molly...I love you."

"And I love you, Sherlock."

Sherlock looked at Molly intently and laid her down on the carpet. They took their time with each other, hands removing clothes and caressing skin with fervor, breaths mingling together as they exchanged passionate kisses.

For the two of them, making love like this, gently and slowly, was a benediction. Their hands were entwined as they moved their bodies to join together and when they reached their crescendo, it was soul shaking and beautiful beyond words.

Eventually, Molly's eyelids began to droop and Sherlock picked her up, carrying her to his bedroom to place her on the mattress. Once she was snuggled under the warm covers, he slid in beside her and held her in his arms. As sleep claimed them both, they felt a sense of contentment and gratefulness that they'd finally found a home in each other.