Say You Won't Let Go.

Together.

Sherlock walked on the footpath, thinking about what had happend in the morgue that day. Somehow Molly assumed that Sherlock had gone to a drug den the previous day. She was so angry and while arguing with each other Sherlock asked her that why did she cared and she answered "because I love you Sherlock!" after that they both looked at each other in shock for a few moments, then Sherlock left the morgue.

Because I love you Sherlock!

He didn't know what to do. Even his massive intellect was not helping.

You look sad when you think he can't see you. Are you okay? And don't just say you are, because I know what that means; looking sad when you think no one can see you.

You can see me.

I don't count.

Whenever he thought about that day when Molly said that, Sherlock's heart sank. Heart sank? That's ordinary. But he still felt an ache whenever he recalled Molly's words.

You were wrong, you know? You do count, you have always counted and I have always trusted  you. But you were right. I'm not okay.

That was the first time in years when Sherlock had shared his feelings with someone. That night Sherlock realized something about Molly. Something he couldn't put a finger on. But whatever it was, made him show his human side to Molly.

Tell me what's wrong.

Molly I think I'm going to die.

What do you need?

If I wasn't everything that you think I am, that I think I am, would you still want to help me?

Although he wouldn't admit it, but Sherlock was afraid at that time, if Molly would help him or not.

What do you need?

You.

That night Sherlock knew one thing, that whatever happens after that, if Moriarty ruined his reputation and he had to fake his death, Molly will always be on his side, will always be there for him. Then as if he was watching a movie, Molly's images flashed through his mind. Molly in her lab coat and holding a scalpel. Molly in the dress she wore on John and Mary's wedding. Molly laughing. How her cheeks turn red when she blushes. How beautiful she was.

Beautiful? Maybe I feel the same about her as she feels about me.

Sherlock stopped and realized that he was standing at the door of 221B Baker Street. He held the door knob, but didn't open the door. Staring at distance, deciding weather to go inside. I do feel the same about her. Sherlock quickly turned around, he didn't even cared to take a cab. First he walked but as his patience became low he started running, he ran as fast as he could, bumping into few pedestrians on the way.

Finally, reaching St. Bartholomew's Hospital he stopped to catch his breath. Then he proceeded to go inside, and he could hear someone say 'I think he is here to tell someone that he loves them.'

When he reached the morgue his heart beat increased. He felt nervous. Nervous? What will she say? What will be her reaction? Sherlock finally opened the morgue's door and quickly went to Molly's side. He saw that there were some interns of Molly too going about their business, but he didn't cared.

"Molly"

She turned around still in her lab coat, with a blood stained knife in her hand and protective glasses on, for an autopsy. All her interns were looking at him now.
Sherlock gulped.

"Yes, Sherlock?" She said as nonchalantly as she could.

Sherlock leaned in and kissed her, Molly's eyes widened and she dropped the knife from her hand with a clang on the tiled floor. She could hear one of her interns gasping, but she ignored. Soon she caught on with Sherlock and kissed him back passionately. His hands cupping her face and her's in his hair.

Sherlock pulled back, "I love you, Molly."

Molly smiled,"I love you too, Sherlock."

And they kissed again, ignoring the 'awes' and woots from the interns.

At that moment Lestrade, John and Donovan entered the room, at which Sherlock abruptly pulled back, Molly started and looked down already blushing.
Donovan's mouth fell open, John and Lestrade stood there with their eyes widened.

After a few moments of awkward silence one of Molly's interns said, "Oh my god! That was so cute!"

Then everyone except Donovan started clapping for Sherlock and Molly. Sherlock was grinning and Molly's blush deepend. John and Lestrade were happy for both of their friends and Donovan had a dirty look on her face as usual. Sherlock held Molly's hand, their fingers intertwined while they smiled through people's applause.

The End.

Hope you like it. This story came to my mind when I was listening to 'Wait' by M83 (Kygo Remix.) Link is above. Vote, comment and share!-RA.