Hi, I've always thought that KT Tunstall's song The Girl and The Ghost works really well as a post-reichenbach pre-the empty hearse fic. Bonus points for a coffee shop meet up and sweet sherlolly kiss, happy writing :)
Ah, this song was definitely perfect for a post Reichenbach/pre TEH fic! Thank you so much for the prompt! I have about five more songs/prompts, I think. Thank you for sending them in! This prompt fill is work safe. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Molly was pretending to read her book in the small café, but she was really just reading that note for about the 100th time. She’d found it stuck in her locker that afternoon when she got off her shift at the morgue. There was just a time and an address on it – it would have been unbelievably creepy if she hadn’t recognized the familiar scrawl. She’d seen it multiple times on little sticky notes around the lab, occasionally in the margins of drafts of her paper, and in the letter that she kept locked away in her nightstand, written before he left the country. There was no doubt in her mind that it was Sherlock Holmes’s handwriting.
She sighed and looked up, scanning the small space once more. No sign of him. It’d been nearly a year and a half since she’d seen him. He’d left her flat about a week after they faked his death. He’d taken off in the middle of the night because, as he told her in the letter, he didn’t want to make a big scene out of their goodbye.
Suddenly, a man sat down across from her and she squeaked in surprise. “Oh, I’m sorry, but I’m waiting for someone…” she said, pausing as she examined the man in front of her. “Is that you?”
The man across from her chuckled and removed his dark glasses. “Of course it’s me. Why else would a man sit right across from you in an empty café?” He smiled warmly at her. “It’s good to see you, Molly Hooper.”
“It’s good to see you too, Sherlock,” she replied. As soon as she said his name, she slapped a hand over her mouth, her eyes growing wide. “Sorry! Sorry!” she whispered through her fingers.
Sherlock laughed and reached across to pry her hand away from her face. “It’s fine. Mycroft’s men have already swept the location. It’s safe. He often uses this café to meet with people. I requested a meeting with you here because I knew that we could talk without constantly looking over our shoulders.”
Molly grinned at him. “Oh thank god. You know I’ve never been very good at keeping a secret.”
His eyes sparkled. “I don’t know. You seem to be doing a fine job keeping my secrets.”
Molly’s bright grin faded a bit. She shrugged. “Only because I have to. I’ve almost told John and Greg so many times…but I know I can’t. I won’t put them in danger like that.”
Sherlock’s hand reached across the table and grabbed hers, holding it tightly. “Thank you, Molly. Again. I couldn’t have done any of this without you. Thank you for doing this.”
She brought her other hand up to sandwich his hand between hers and she smiled at him. “Of course, Sherlock. You know I’d do anything…I’d do whatever it took to keep you safe.” He smiled in return and leaned forward slightly, without dislodging his hand. “So what’re you doing here? I thought you were out of the country?”
He nodded. “I was. This is my first time back in England since I left your flat. I’m only here for 24 hours. I needed to confer with Mycroft before taking off to dismantle the last leg of Moriarty’s network. I told him that I needed to see you as well while I was here.”
“Why?” The word passed Molly’s lips before she even had time to think about it. Of course he wanted to see her – she was the only one of his inner circle who knew he was alive. Idiotic, Molly thought to herself.
Sherlock smiled softly again and tilted his head to the side. It was clear he could tell what she was thinking. “Yes, you’re the only one who knows I’m alive, but…it’s more than that, Molly Hooper. I…have missed you. Very much. More than I expected.”
Molly couldn’t help the girlish grin that spread across her face. “Really?”
“Yes, really.” Sherlock freed his hand from between hers and it came up to cup her cheek, his thumb stroking lightly against her skin. “I find myself thinking of returning home...and that so often conflates with returning to you. At first I wasn’t sure what to make of it, but…” He paused and it looked like he was about to draw away from her. Immediately, Molly’s hand flew up and positioned itself on top of his hand, keeping it in place against her cheek. Sherlock smiled at her. “I asked you not to wait for me, Molly. But now I find myself…reconsidering my request.”
He leaned even closer to her invading her space over the small coffee table that separated them. “The end is finally in sight. It will take a year at most, but I’m optimistic it will only take six months. Six more months and I will be back in London…back home. And I want to know if you would be willing to…be there when I return.”
Molly couldn’t help herself. She leaned forward and brushed her lips to Sherlock’s. The kiss was gentle and chaste, but Molly was rather satisfied to see Sherlock looking so flustered when she pulled back. “Of course I’ll wait for you, you daft man.”
Sherlock grinned. “Good.”
For the next hour, Sherlock interrogated her about what he’d missed – how their friends were doing, if she’d performed any interesting post-mortems, how her cat Toby fared. Finally, he looked at his watch and sighed heavily. He stood and Molly followed suit, already feeling the tears welling up in her eyes. She took a deep breath and willed them away. “I have to go,” he murmured, stepping around the table so that he was close enough to touch.
Molly reached out and smoothed the lapels of his pea coat before grabbing them and tugging him forward. “Stay safe, Sherlock. Now that you’ve promise to come back to me, I expect you back whole.”
He smiled. “I will do my best.” He leaned forward to gently kiss her cheek. “You stay safe as well, Molly,” he whispered against her skin. Molly closed her eyes tightly and nodded, as he drew away.
She felt cold suddenly as he walked away. “Sherlock, wait!” she called out, spinning around. Sherlock stopped immediately and turned to face her, about to ask what was wrong. He never got the chance though, as the small pathologist all but hurled herself into his arms and their lips crashed together.
The kiss was desperate and passionate and messy, but Molly didn’t care. She wasn’t about to let her man go off on a dangerous mission without a proper send-off. When she broke the kiss, she couldn’t help but giggle at the slightly dazed look on Sherlock’s face. He quickly shook his head and attempted to regain his composure.
Molly bit her lip. “I love you, Sherlock. Please be safe.”
Sherlock swallowed deeply and nodded once, before ducking his head and pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. “I will,” he murmured against her lips. “Goodbye, Molly Hooper.”
The door to the bathroom slowly clicked open and Sherlock had to save himself from falling in. "You really think all that?" Molly asked timidly. "Of course." "I look like a beached whale!" Molly whined gesturing to her growing stomach. "Yes but you are carrying one of the most precious things on earth." Sherlock reached down to press his hand to her bump, kissing her forehead softly. "Anyway, I like whales." Sherlock may not be the most conventional husband but he certainly had a way with words.
And there is a part 2!!
Sherlock may not be the most conventional husband but he certainly had a way with words.
I love this I love this I love this. You see? Your writing is amazing. *sighs happily* My Sherlolly danger night has been quelled. And I have you to thank! x
Sherlock faced the closed bathroom door and gently rested his forehead against it, "Molly do you have any idea how absolutely gorgeous you are. I couldn't care less what you look like. It is, and will always be, your brilliance that attracts me Molly. Your intelligence, your courage, your morbid sense of humour. I love it all. So please come out of the bathroom?" he ended with a question unsure of how his loving spiel would be taken. You could never be sure of Molly's mercurial moods nowadays...
Is this real life? Has my favourite fan fic writer sent me a Sherlolly drabble in my ask box? Excuse me while I fall to the floor squeeing and crying from feels…
Thank you, goldenvine1, for this!! I love your writing so so so much and to receive this from you has just made my day. Really, it has. Your prompt fills are one of the things I look forward to most on the Sherlolly tag. So to have you send this to me has quite literally made me combust from joy. XD
Rule two: Answer the questions the person who tagged you asked and write your 10 questions.
Rule 3: Tag 11 people and link them to the post.
Rule 4: Actually tell the people you tagged that you tagged them.
So... the questions!
Do you read comments users put in their tags?
I do -- I just love to know what people think of what they've reblogged from me (whether it be a post of my own creation or one I've reblogged). Perhaps that's a bit weird, but I don't know. I just love feedback!
Do you have any wishes for this year’s Christmas?
Not to go bankrupt would be one. Another would be for there to be a snowy Christmas Day.
When did your parents tell you there is no Santa?
I think The Mother actually let me come to my own conclusions on that one.
Have you ever been to a movie premiere?
Sadly, no.
Autumn or Spring?
I'm a March baby, so Spring. (Fun fact: every year since I was born, wild daffodils have always bloomed on my birthday. Like, without fail. So that's pretty cool. I guess.)
Do you have a favourite Disney song? Do you sing it now?
Of course I do! It's "Belle", from Beauty and the Beast and that's mostly because it basically describes my life in Suffolk. I could probably sing it off by heart, to be honest. (And let me tell you, people always talk about how "One Day More" is difficult to sing... try singing the roles of Gaston, Belle and the entire village near the end of "Belle"! You need a lot of breath in your lungs to achieve that.)
Which fictional character of a book or series is your role model?
Elizabeth Bennet. Without question.
Steve or Loki?
Aarrggh. That's a difficult, difficult choice because they're both as snarky as one another, but oh... Machiavellian gods who indulge in mischief just edge it over cheerful, patriotic souls adjusting to modern life. (In short, Loki with Steve coming in close second.)
What’s your favourite place you have never been to yet?
India.
Have you done anything this year you regret? Or do you regret you haven’t done it?
No. I think I've been okay this year, actually.
My questions:
What category would you class your blog (hipster, fandom, etc.)?
Do you make New Year's resolutions?
Are there any weird superstitions that you follow (i.e. never crossing someone on the stairs, never walk under a ladder)?
If you had the resources to do so, what would be your dream career/job?
What's your guilty pleasure?
Original Fiction, or Fan Fiction?
Do you have any pets?
Who is the most inspirational person in your life? (Fictional characters count.)
goldenvine1 replied to your post: I’m not feeling all that great right now but at... Hope you feel better soon x Thank you, hun. Think I'm just gonna rest for a bit.
goldenvine1 replied to your post: I am way too happy about the fact that Loo saw Ben...
If there is a picture of them together I’ll faint. *aggressively trawls twitter and tumblr tags for photo*
You don't even know. I'm already fucking feverish, I will probably start sobbing if one appears. I really need another one though, they are so precious.
