Say You Won't Let Go.

The Future.

His deep blue eyes settled on a spot on the ceiling above, as he lay on the couch in the lounge of the scruffy flat of 221B, Baker Street.

Sherlock

He groaned and closed his eyes. Her voice. Molly's sweet voice was echoing in his brain since last week, when he celebrated his birthday with John, Rosie and Molly after solving Smith's case.

For god's sake Sherlock, its not a game! 

Sherlock snapped open his eyes. He just couldn't get her out of her brain.

Don't think about her, don't think about her.

Sherlock, Happy birthday. That voice, that smile.

Sherlock groaned yet again, pulling at his hair as he moved to sit on the couch. He took deep breaths to calm himself down, before standing up to switch on the television, picked up the remote and sat down in his arm chair.

Woke up starin' at this, starin' at this empty room, looked at thousand different pictures that your mother took of you,

Sherlock rolled his eyes.

Oh these songs, he thought.

He lifted the remote and pressed a button to change the channel, but nothing happened. He tried again, still nothing.

He sighed, Time to change the batteries, boring.

You see I had this crazy dream last night - this man, he talked to me, he told me everything that's good and bad about my history

Seriously? Sherlock sighed yet again, How could people make such songs?

But he said that you are, you are the future,

You are, you are the future

At that line, Sherlock stilled, batteries in his hand, and stared at the T.V. screen. He had no idea why on this line Molly's face popped up in his head.

And the future looks good, the future looks good

Sherlock   Again her voice.

What was happening?

Oh call me anytime and everytime you are losin' it, and tell me anyone and everyone who makes you feel like shit

Okay, maybe Sherlock insulted Molly before his fall. But now after when she helped him fake his death, he built a huge respect for her. And if anyone harmed her in anyway he would take big steps for her.

Because you know anybody, everybody else can lie, but honey I won't see you with a, see you with a broken set of eyes

The song continued. Sherlock quickly put the batteries in the remote and motioned to change the channel.

I swear that you are, you are the future

Is she?  Mind palace John asked him.

Sherlock sighed, "John, not again."

Come on, Sherlock. She is your future, isn't she?  Mind palace John beamed brightly.

And the future looks good

You love her, Sherlock. You love Molly.  Mind palace John said, still smiling.

Sherlock stood still.

Oh yeah, the future looks good

And right then all the memories he had of Molly came flooding back in his brain.

The future looks good, oh yeah

And in all the memories she looked beautiful to him. 

You...You...You

And in that moment Sherlock felt the kind of euphoria, which he has never felt in his life.

Woke up starin' at this, starin' at this empty room, looked at thousand different pictures that your mother took of you

And he smiled.

The End

Hello everyone!!!! This story was inspired by the song 'Future looks Good.' by Onerepublic. I so wanted to write a story on this song. When I first heard it, I imagined Sherlock and Molly kissing while the end bit of the song plays in the background. My wild imagination. Sorry for being late, actually the studies have increased and I am not getting much time to write. But don't worry, I won't stop writing.

P.S.- I am going to post this story in another website for the online story writing competition, so plzz do tell how is this story.--RA