A reflection

Sherlock woke as Molly shouted up to him. He rolled over and stared out the window. Something about Molly made him smile , made him feel warm inside. This was wrong he shouldn't be feeling like this about her , he didn't even know what this feeling was. Perhaps he would ask John later. John.. A pang of pain shot through his heart but then he thought about how Molly could mend it. Molly ...

He got up and quickly washed and dressed he wanted to work on something before Molly got back. He would never be able to tell her what he wss feeling but maybe his violin could , because , well - love is found on the loosing side... or is it sentiment.

He began to play long notes on the violin each one vibrating off the walls as a tune came to him from no where. But as he stopped there was one note he couldn't perfect. His eyes knotted as he looked at the 5 lines. Come on , the note was there !!

Molly trembled up the stairs to the flat. But then a thought came to her , it would likely be the last time she would ever see Sherlock happy for a while but even worse , it would be the last time he would trust her.

She opened the door to see him deep in concentration playing his violin. His beautiful eyes were focused on the music sheet in front of him. She loved how his hair never quite recovered from being asleep , how it covered his eyes and how it annoyed him by constantly falling in front of his eyes when he played or when he was investigating.

She quietly whispered his voice and suddenly Sherlock shouted. That's it he had found that note. He positioned his nimble fingers over the strings and drew his bow and played. Molly gasped. That note , it was exactly like her voice.

Sherlock heard the gasp and turned around. Molly ran towards him and hugged him. She knew what he knew.

Sherlock hugged her back and looked deep into her brown eyes.

The world seem to silence between them, Molly knew this was now r never . She had never felt so comfortable in his presence. But then with a pang of pain she remembered John was coming back. Tonight.

She eased herself out of Sherlock arms ignoring the hurt on his face and put on a smile. She glanced over at the clock , it was 12. 6 more hours.

" Hey sherlock, do you wana build a snowman?"

Sherlock was confused. It wasn't snowing , what the hell is she talking about. Why was she being so ...weird.

" Molly are you ok?" He was concerned.

" Yes Sherlock" Molly giggled. " Come on lets go !!"

Sherlock remained where he was standing. " Molly no, you don't seem right , please talk to me."

Molly sighed and smiled, " You know , there used to be a time where if them words came from your mouth , i wouldn't believe you were real ! "

Sherlock chuckled. Indeed the time Molly had spent with him had made him into what Mrs Hudson calls " A right noble gentleman".

" Molly , I"

" Tag you're it!"

Molly ran from Sherlock, but Sherlock remained still. Something really was in her mind.

Molly was really panicking , what was she doing? In fact she was so busy thinking about what she was doing that she failed to spot one of Sherlock's dressing gowns and went flying on to the floor.

Sherlock laughed and ran to help her. Molly recovered quickly and stood up.

Sherlock held her shoulders and looked into her eyes " Molly you are really not ok". She glanced at the clock, only 10 minutes had past. She should just enjoy this time with Sherlock.

" Im fine Sherlock, would you mind if we just stayed in, I fancy a pizza and a film and a walk and a cuppa tea".

Sherlock laughed, She really wasn't a hard woman to please.

" OK , you sit down , change out that uniform and into comfy clothes, I'll stick a pizza in the oven, Chicken aright with you? "

Molly giggled and nodded, She practically ran to her room and collapsed on the bed. She couldn't let Sherlock in now, even though he was trying to let her in. Even though her heart pleaded for it to happen. She heard Sherlock playing his violin next door and tears came cascading down her face. he had written a song for her. He loved her.

She changed and removed all signs of crying before she joined him in the living room where a steaming hot pizza awaited with a steaming mug of tea next to it.

Sherlock noticed her come in and that even though she had attempted to cover it up she had been crying. He decided to let it pass, this afternoon was going to be about making Molly happy, just like she made him.

The pair sat on the floor watching all the comedy films Molly owned on Sherlock's laptop. Love actually was her favourite with her favourite tales being the one of the prime minister and the young boy. Unrequited love was so true to her life but not any more with Sherlock, at least , until 6 o clock. The film ended and Molly picked up Sherlock's violin and pleaded with him to give her a lesson.

Sherlock jumped at the opportunity to put his arms around Molly and hold her close as he taught her how to hold and play his precious instrument. They both lost track of time untill Mrs Hudson shouted up to say she was off to play bridge.

Molly froze and the violin echoed a squeek.

"Molly what's wrong?"

Molly turned towards the clock , 5:50pm. She looked into Sherlocks eyes for the last time knowing it would be the last time she would see those eyes trusting her. The last time the eyes would let her in. The last time she would ever be like this with Sherlock.

Sherlock looked down into her eyes. He could see the worry behind them, but what worry he still did not know.

A whisp of hair was tickling her face and he brushed it behind her ears.

Molly felt paralysed, This shouldn't happen, not now. But she couldn't stop it , her heart was ruling her head.

Sherlock found his face becoming closer and closer to Molly though he wasn't controlling his movement , he was so close to showing how he felt , how he had been feeling for the past 6 months. How he felt every time she fell asleep on the sofa in front of him , how he felt when she borrowed his dossing gown.

Their noses touched and they remained their for what seemed an eternity before Sherlock closed the gap and they shared a light kiss. Their hearts bursting out their chest as their hands found each other. Molly felt her legs wobble as Sherlock found her waist and supported her. He drew away and remained inches from her , his eyes telling her how much he loved her. Molly's eyes said the same story and for that moment she forgot everything. She wound her hands around Sherlock and hugged him tight. No words had to be said. It was perfect.

Untill she heard a car door slam.