The next day, everyone had forgotten about the day before. They all went back to their usual business because they had no idea. They didn't know, how could they? No one knew.
Sherlock made a trip to St Bart's. He walked into the lab expecting to find Molly. She wasn't there yet, of course she wasn't. Too early.
He felt his way along the countertops trying desperately to find every crack and every bump. He wanted to find all it's secrets. All it's hidden memories.
He sat at his usual seat and noticed his microscope was still set up. Molly left it that way.
Sherlock trailed his hand down the metal, the memories flooding back to him. He smiled to himself as he remembered making John investigate Carl's shoe. He surpassed his admittedly very low expectations. He'd have to remember to tell him that.
Molly walked through the double doors of the lab and wasn't surprised to see Sherlock.
"Hi." She said happily.
"Molly." He said feeling his voice waver.
"Mmmhmm." She turned away to sort out her bag.
Sherlock walked towards her slowly. He could feel his heart beat in his ears.
He grabbed her arm lightly which made her stop and look at him.
He trailed his hand lightly down her arm to reach her hand. He held it tightly.
"Sherlock?"
"You do matter Molly. You've always mattered." Sherlock whispered.
"You've said that before Sherlock. We've been over this."
"No. I mean," Sherlock took a deep breath, "thank you, Molly Hooper."
He raised his hand to her cheek and felt it heat up under his touch. Throughout the conversation, they never lost eye contact.
"What for?" She asked although it came out as whisper.
"Being there for me when no one else was. Or, in short, being you."
"Why are you saying all this?"
He leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek. He felt a tear roll down her cheek and land on his.
"Goodbye, Molly."
Sherlock headed towards the door leaving her stood alone in the lab.
As he made his way out of the hospital, he felt sick as he remembered her dilated pupils and her quickened pulse.
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Nicotine (Sheriarty)
FanfictionJim Moriarty. The spider. The psychopath. The only man who understands Sherlock Holmes. Jim knows how to play the game but Sherlock seems to be losing. Sheriarty Fanfic So many typos