Molly smiled as she thought of Sherlock's birthday. She loved him with all her heart, and that would be her gift.
She picked up a scalpel.
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Molly stared down at John's body that was now on a slab. She wiped a tear away. He really shouldn't have gotten between her and Sherlock.
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As the vicar announced "....Speak now or forever hold your peace." John glanced back at Sherlock. Nothing. He sighed. His bluff had failed.
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The crying woke Sherlock from a peasant dream.
After that he could barely hear his screams over the noise of the dirt covering the coffin.
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Random Sherlock Oneshots
Fanfiction"I know this is a bit stupid. But..... Happy Birthday Sherlock........... I know this was a waste of time...... Why would I say happy birthday to a grave?" -John Hamish Watson
