This is really long...sorry not sorry! :) The morgue was as it always would be; cold, lonely, and always a new body sitting out on the slab or filed away, like old paper work in the wall. Just as any ordinary evening Molly would walk through, doing her rounds in the lab along with the cold morgue, and work on cases for inspectors that she would hardly see, but this time it was different. She pushed open the doors to the now empty room-not that long ago John and other inspectors, besides Lestrade who was nowhere to be found, had occupied the room- and looked at a lone body bag unmoving on the metal table. She unzipped the bag, gasping a little at the sight of Sherlock looking the way he did, bloody and empty, but she knew it was all an act, to protect the ones he loved. “Oh Sherlock.” Molly sighed pulling the bag away from his face. “I’m so sorry you had to do this.” Sherlock would awake from his ‘dead’ state anytime soon, but she liked the idea he could still hear her. “You always knew, well in some ways, that I cared for you, but I could, still can’t, tell either way.” Molly admitted. “You are so brilliant and have this ability to hide what you truly feel to anyone, but under all of that, I sense you are very lonely. I can relate.” Molly sighed looking around the room, empty as always. “I remember the first time I saw you I knew nothing about you, but with one look, you deduced everything about me.” Molly walked around the table and locked the morgue door and then pulled the blinds shut so no one would see Sherlock when he would wake up. Slowly she returned to Sherlock, a wet rage in her hands, and she cleaned the fake blood from his face. His blue eyes, for the most part lifeless, started to move, only a little at first, until they looked every direction, as if to check for anyone else but her. “Don’t worry; one of the perks of living in the basement is that no one visits unless they have to.” Molly half laughed. “Even when they need information, most people would rather phone than actually come down.” Sherlock mumbled something, but she couldn’t understand what he said, until her tried again. “You have been crying.” Sherlock stated. “Why cry if you knew that I was never really dead.” “I don’t know, just the idea was enough I suppose.” Molly responded. “John was really upset, I think you two mean more to each other than you realize.” “No, I understand completely.” Sherlock corrected, but his heart wasn’t really in it. “I just…I didn’t think you cared much for me after the way I have treated you. John told me I lack empathy.” “You do, but your heart’s in the right place, I think.” Molly responded, still wiping the blood from Sherlock’s brow. Molly felt cold fingers on her hand, and stopped cleaning off the blood for a moment. Their eyes locked, his were green and blue all mixed together like a tropical storm, and Molly could not pull away. “You saved me Molly.” Sherlock voice echoed in the empty room. He sat up on the table, and Molly could feel Sherlock’s hand take the bloody cloth out of her fingers and set it beside him. “I wasn’t lying when I said I needed you. I meant it.” Molly stood frozen looking at Sherlock, then shot forward pressing her lips to his, than shot back quickly. “Sorry, I just…it won’t-” but this time Sherlock came forward kissing her blissfully, and without restraint. ~Ref
Posted on: Thu, 11 Jul 2013 03:28:56 +0000
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