Counting - A Sherlolly FanFiction

Hey Everyone!

This is my first fanficton so please bare with me if quotes from Sherlock are not exact, I will edit it as much as I can :)

This is all about Sherlolly and I am going to make the characters as realistic as possible, so please don't expect for Sherlock to be really sentimental or Molly to be really confident because this story will not work if they are!

To understand this better you will have had to of watched the Empty Hearse (Series 3, episode 1) and the Reicenbach Fall (Series 2, episode 3) but the story should still be understandable if you haven't.

All credit for the quotes and scenes from the show go to the amazing, Steven Moffat and Mark Gatiss. But I am changing the scenes to fit this story.

Hope you enjoy ;)

Scarlettlovee <3

Molly's POV

I stopped halfway down the stairs leading from the apartment we just visited.

I watched as his big, black coat swayed behind his back from the momentum he had created running excitedly down the stairs. We had just found another clue to help with tthe terrorist bombing plans.

I couldn't do this anymore.

He stopped at the bottom of the stairs after realizing I wasn't following at his first step, which I was constantly doing.

He looked back at me blankly.

I stared deeply into his blue eyes, searching for any emotion I could find.

Nothing.

He looked at me with nothing but concern for his friend.

Although, I didn't know if he thought as me as a friend anyway. I was always just the smart girl from the morgue who helps him. But he was so much more than that to me. He is the man I love. The man I shouldn't love. The man the I couldn't not love.

"Fancy some chips?"

"What? I say confused at what he had just asked me.

"I know a fantastic fish shop just off the Marylebone Road, the owner always gives me extra portions,"

I would usually smile at his remark, but I couldn't, not knowing that this was it.

"Did you get him off a murder charge?"

"No... I helped him put up some shelves,"

I try and fake a smile but it fails, obviously, the great consulting detective could read through me like a book.

"Whats bothering you?"

"What was today about?"

"Saying thank you,"

"For what?"

"Everything you did for me."

"It's okay. It was my pleasure," I say trying to force the tears back into my eyes.

"No," he says unexpectedly. 

" I mean it,"

I gathered up the courage to speak.

"I don't mean 'pleasure' I mean I didn't mind, I wanted to," I say nervously.

"Moriarty slipped up, he made a mistake."

"Because the one person he thought didn't matter at all to me, was the one person that mattered the most. You made it all possible,"

My heart melted inside at the words he just spoke, to me, Molly Hooper.

And then he sighed.

"But you can't do this again can you,"

He stated rather than asked, but I didn't mind because I knew this was going to happen, today.

"I can't keep going on like this, I can't spend my every waking hour waiting for someone who see's me as merely their Pathologist, despite all you said earlier,"

We stood in silence for a moment, his face completely blank and I, taking in that I had just poured out my heart to him, for the first, and final time.

"I had a lovely day,"

I said, breaking the silence.

"I should go,"

But before I could leave I heard a deep voice start to talk.

"I hope you will be very happy, Molly Hooper, you deserve it,"

I stared own at the floorboards trying to mask the single tear running down my cheek.

He put a finger light on my chin and lifted my face up to meet his.

Yet still no emotion flickered through his eyes, not one single flicker of guilt, happiness...

Love.

But for a moment, a mere moment he smiles at me. A genuine smile.

And as he leans in to kiss my cheek I moved my head.

I kissed himon the lips, as he stood there shocked. This was the time I would evr see him, outside of work and I was going to make the most of it. Whatever the consequences.

No reaction. 

No kissing back.

But I didn't care. I had made sure not to raise my hopes.

I stopped only to look into his eyes yet again.

"As you said, emotion is a weakness found on the loosing side, therefore I promise I will not bother you with my emotions again,"

I bit my lip.

"But thank you for everything, I won't forget you, Sherlock Holmes,"

And with that I walked away.

Opening the door I instantly folded my ams over my chest, taking in the cold from the snow.

I walked away not daring to look back for even a second.

No more hurt from the way he used me constantly.

No more embarassing myself when he deducted every single move I made.

No more trying to impress the man I love.

No more Sherlock Holmes.