Sherlock fic: Confession (4/5)
Title: Confession (4/5)
Fandom: Sherlock
Rating: PG
Spoilers: The Reichenbach Fall
Characters (this chapter): Molly Hooper
Summary (this chapter): Molly is no fool
A/N: A continuation that no one demanded, but I’m supplying anyway
Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock or any of its characters.
1. Mycroft
2. Anderson
3. Sally
4. Molly
5. Lestrade
It seems that I’ve been hanging around him too long- seeing the things no one else notices. I suppose you don’t really need brains after all, just experience. Don’t get me wrong, though; I’m not a fool. I know he’s never really been good to me, that he used me, took advantage... He’d always looked right past me, but I always saw him when he thought no one was watching.
I’ve known him for years, so I’d be the first to say that he can be a manipulative bastard. But I’ve had the chance to see him with his guard down as well. I suppose that’s the only advantage to having someone find you not important enough for consideration.
He was always so sad, so alone. I could see it in his eyes, and I know from experience what that looks like. I’ve always wanted to help him. And, no, I can tell what you’re thinking... I’m not some daydreaming fangirl who wants to “fix” the tortured anti-hero. Sherlock is not my Mr. Darcy, or my Heathcliff, or that sparkly vampire that my niece is obsessed with.
Fine, I’ll admit that I had a bit of a crush, but I would have settled for friendship if he had offered; I suppose friendship wasn’t really his area. I think, though, if things hadn’t turned out the way they did, we were beginning to create some sort of bond. I even left him a bit speechless for a moment.
I wish things had been different, and I wish I could have done more for him. No one deserves something like that to happen, even him. I would have helped him if he had asked. And I know what people say about me, how they pity poor little mousy Molly living in her realm of fantasy. But that’s not the real story; I outgrew the world of fairytales long ago. I’m a doctor and a scientist, and I trust in what I observe. Believe me, I’ve been scrutinizing Sherlock Holmes in my lab for years. I know him, and no one can convince me otherwise. And even if he wasn’t everything that I thought he was, I know for sure that he wasn’t everything that the rest of the world thought he was, either.
I’ll never forget one of the last things he ever said to me: “You were right.” But I think that even the great Sherlock Holmes himself would now agree with me when I say that being right isn’t always everything.
- Molly Hooper