I apologize for taking a bit longer with this weekend’s update. I had a hectic week and hardly no time to write. I’m hoping to get back on track this week and have the updates this weekend. Some may be earlier than the 26, but for the moment, that’s what I’m looking at.
February 26-27: Cinderella’s Beast, Lost Love, Queen and Smoak, and Crossing Realms.
Description: Eight months ago, Sherlock’s love, Molly Hooper, disappeared. Months later, she’s found him, but things have changed. She’s carrying their child and is on the run from his newest adversary. Now, he must protect the woman he loves and their child while bringing down his new foe. Because no one messes with Sherlock’s family.
It took weeks of secret planning. Her closest friends had risked everything to ensure her safety. The servants, those who loved her, ensured her secret escape. It was dangerous, but with only a month left until her child was born, she had no choice. She refused to allow that man to take her child away, claiming it was his, taking the last foothold against Sherlock Holmes. She refused to allow the product of hers and Sherlock’s love to be tainted by hatred. So, now she was here. She just wasn’t sure how long before he found her.
She only hoped Sherlock would not turn her away. Even though he loved her before, who was to say he still did after she was gone for nearly eight months. Out of reach from his network and friends. Out of reach from him. It was no wonder her friends believed she was dying. She was without love, except for the child within. It was the promise of seeing him again that kept her going. The promise that he would find her or she would find a way back to him.
She felt him before she heard him. The door to his flat opened after hurried footsteps outside climbed the stairs. Mrs. Hudson probably contacted him. Maybe Mrs. Hudson’s phone wasn’t tapped, but now, it didn’t matter. Molly knew Sherlock would try to protect her, even if he hated her for leaving. She held her breath, refusing to turn around. It was now or never.
He stood in the doorway, gripping the handle until his knuckles ached from the strain. She was here. He couldn’t believe it. He blinked a few times in order to ensure that he wasn’t dreaming, and relief overwhelmed him when she continued in his sight. All those months spent searching, hoping, and now, here she was. The woman who haunted his dreams. The woman he loved more than anything. Molly Hooper.
His feet dragged, propelling him to ensure that he wasn’t dreaming, as he slid off the Belstaff and scarf, dropping them on the floor. He had to physically touch her, not just blink, and see if she remained in his vision. He had to hold her, kiss her, touch her. He had to know she was there. He stopped in front of her, watching her with her eyes closed. Her long hair was as he remembered, falling delicately down to her waist. The baggy clothes did nothing for her. Even sitting, he could tell they just fell on her, not accentuating the curves he remembered so well and dreamed of for months.
Her eyes fluttered and time seemed to stand still as he stared into her brown orbs. She breathed his name and his heart nearly made him fall on his knees, giving thanks that she was here.
Molly was feeling the same as she held his gaze. He was just as she remembered. His curly hair was still straggly but still cut to perfection. His body was lean and the shirt he wore pulled in all the right places, like the purple shirt she loved so well. His face was smooth and his eyes. Oh, his eyes were the same heterochromatic color as she dreamed. He was still so handsome, and her heart tightened. Her hands twitched in her lap, aching to touch his face and hair.
“I searched for you.”
Four words that held the world. She tried to smile but failed. “I tried to get word to you,” she returned. “Michael found out.”
His jaw clenched. So, it was true. His adversary had discovered Molly. “He had you.”
She nodded. “I tried to fight him, but he knew what to say to keep me.” She inhaled deeply, squaring her shoulders. “But thankfully, I made a few friends. They helped me escape, and find my way back to you.”
His arms jerked, wanting to hold her, but something held him back. There was something she wasn’t saying. Something he needed to know. “Why are you here?”
Molly’s eyes closed, briefly praying that he would understand when she revealed everything. “Because I need you, Sherlock.” She inhaled, rising to her feet, with a mild struggle. She straightened watching his expression change to disbelief. “I need your help for our child’s sake.”
I couldn’t resist writing a simple story to this. I hope you enjoy! (I saw this as a Sherlolly story, but see it how you wish it!)
It was a simple arrangement.
She would write simple poems for his mother, and he would paint her portrait.
He couldn’t tell her the truth, and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to. The truth was more dangerous than anything he ever did in his life. The cases he worked were nothing compared to the adventure with her. Hours spent in the room upstairs as she posed and laughed. Oh, how he loved to hear her laugh. He loved hearing the melodic sound and the way it filled his soul. The warm tingles and weak knees were becoming more frequent. He wanted to tell her.
She wanted to tell him the truth. She wanted to tell him that the poems were only a cover. From the moment she saw him she wanted to get to know him. The times he entered the morgue to work cases were the brightest times in her darkest days. He brightened her in ways she never thought possible, especially after her father’s death. She wanted to tell him.
The day she saw the painting, he stood inside the door while she uncovered the canvas. As the sheet floated to the ground, he watched her reaction. Her eyes widened taking in the subtle colors of the painting, the stroke of each brush, but it wasn’t the colors or texture of the painting which caused tears to fill her eyes.
Covering her mouth, she gasped as she stared into the brown eyes of herself. The sparkle of joy within color. The sly twitch of a smile on her lips. The windblown hair. The dress flowing outward as she twirled. She was dancing. She was beautiful. She was in love.
He approached her then, dropping his arms from his chest. His eyes focused on her face, taking in every line, memorizing them as he had in the painting.
“For love is not a stand still emotion,” he began, quoting the simple poem he requested. “It is a dance within a song. It is expression in the highest form. Not one could ever understand or try to comprehend. For the dance never ends for the heart who sings.”
She turned, seeing the words for the first time in the painting he lovingly crafted. “You love me,” she stated, tearfully.
He dipped his head forward. “As you love me.”
She breathed out, stepping closer, just as his arms wrapped around her. His lips touched her forehead before trailing down to her lips. Their lips met in a tender form before they pulled apart to gaze into each other’s eyes. Smiles lit their faces for they had finally spoken the truth.
He wanted to pain the woman he loved and she wanted to write poems to express the love she had for him.
In the end, they received both a song and a dance in the form of a painting and poem.
I am really curious about this. Mine is, because my love for them started right there and then, the Christmas Scene - where Sherlock for the first time in his life apologizes to someone and it was Molly. <3
Eurus didn’t even bother putting explosives to Molly’s house.
She was so damn sure that her plan about Molly would go the way she had planned it. She was so sure that in the end Sherlock would be devastated, stressed and in desperation to save Molly. She knew at one point that they’d both say I Love You - that it would confuse things between the both of them. Emotional context, it destroys you everytime.
Eurus’ plan was never to kill Molly. Her plan was to play with Sherlock’s mind, break him from the inside. She toyed with him for the whole episode, as if Sherlock was a lab rat.
Let me ask you, how did Eurus even know about Molly? How did she even know that putting Molly in front of the fire would devastate Sherlock?
Eurus was a genius.
And a big part of her plan involved Molly.
Eurus thought that threathening Molly’s life could be a good advantage against Sherlock.
I mean, if that doesn’t say something, I don’t know what does. (apart from Sherlock saying “I love you” twice, obviously)
Also, Whoever thinks that Sherlock didn’t go and explain the whole situation to Molly after everything ended, is wrong. I am not even saying “probably wrong”, like, you’re %100 wrong. We see Molly at the end, entering 221B with a smile on her face, she evidently looks happy. If Sherlock hadn’t gone to her and explained it all, she wouldn’t even look at his face again. Molly has never sunk that low and she never put up with his “stupid games”.
And she succeeded. Eurus got on his nerves. She broke him mentally at that point, which led him to take his anger out of Molly’s so-called-coffin (he smashed it with his bare hands). She also said that “You didn’t win, you lost. Look what you did to her. Look what you did to yourself. All those complicated little emotions, I lost count. Emotional context, Sherlock, it destroys you every time.“
This means that Eurus saw Sherlock as an emotional person and that Molly was a weakness to him from Eurus’ POV. Eurus didn’t say anything spesifically about Molly’s emotions. She said “all those complicated little emotions”. She is directly telling Sherlock that he has emotions towards Molly and it complicates things (will also complicate things in the future).
That is absolutely what that scene meant in my opinion and I can say that: THIS SHIP HAS SAILED, THE THING I HAD BEEN WAITING FOR FOR 5-6 YEARS. I can finally find peace. Thank God.
FYI, my mom doesn’t watch Sherlock normally but on today’s episode she joined me because she wanted to see if the show was as good as I was telling her.
We were at the coffin scene and then Sherlock and Mycroft said it’s Molly Hooper, her images came to screen and I instantly said to our TV screen Please don’t kill her. Then the scene where Sherlock called her phone came and my mom literally (I’m not lying) asked me if Molly was his girlfriend. I said no. Then she asked me then why are they saying I love you, and I was like JUST WATCH THE SHOW I CAN’T TALK I’M HAVING A HEART ATTACK.
Sherlock texted someone (we don’t know who) and said ‘You know where to find me SH’.
And like after two or three scenes, Molly came to Baker Street.
I know the message was probably for Irene but isn’t that a little odd? I mean she is out there living a new life, trying to stay low and out of side. She couldn’t really come and find Sherlock even if she wanted to.
So… I think, from the balance of probability, the message could also very well be for Molly. Hence she came to Baker Street.
