You Can Borrow Mine.
Another small instalment in my 100 ways series on AO3, it’s not a long something but I’m actually quite happy with it..
Dedicating this to @lilsherlockian1975 because apparently she’s had some stupid anons as well <3 feel better dear…
” You can borrow mine” said a mousy voice behind him, he turned to look at an equally mousy girl standing with one hand outstretched towards him, a pencil laying softly in the palm of her hand.
The girl gave him a gentle smile as he silently accepted the pencil, scribbling down on his paper with it as he had with his own before it had snapped.
“You can borrow mine” he recognised the voice from years ago, it was still mousy but somehow stronger as well.
She still had that gentle smile as she held out a book and he accepted it, just as he had the pencil all those years ago.
He returned to his studies in the school lab and shoved the brown eyed girl out of his mind.
“You can borrow mine” he was surprised to hear her voice, surprised that he recognised it after all those years passing, and after the several times in rehab where he had been so far gone he could barely remember his own name.
He turned, those deep brown eyes staring at him, a smile hidden in the corner.
This time her voice wasn’t all that mousy, but her smile was more shy than gentle if he were to put it into words.
He quickly deduced her, his mind now clear from drugs after his latest stint in rehab.
Lab coat – works here. No ring on her finger. Cheeks flushing – finds me attractive (can use this in the future.) Will be easy to manipulate.
“Sherlock Holmes, I’ll need a lung.”
He grabbed the pen from her hand and scribbled down a few words starting a new experiment he had thought up during the night.
“You can borrow mine.”
Those words had become a lifeline between the two of them, Molly offering her help, her hand, her life to him.
He heard the words in those few occasions that he slept during those two long years away.
Remembered her voice on each occasion, from mousy to strong.
Remembered her chocolate eyes with their hidden smile.
Remembered her actual smile, so gentle and soft mostly so when she smiled at him, it was his smile and he savoured it in those darkest days.
“You can borrow mine” this time he was the one who spoke the words so dear to him.
She turned around her mouth agape as she took in his form, his face, and his gentle smile.
Her brown eyes so familiar.
Her smile so radiant that his mind had not done it any justice.
Her body so warm and soft as she embraced him out of pure joy.
Her words were whispered into the nape of his neck, and he could do nothing but nod as he reached his arms around her, breathing in her scent.
She looked up at him, a tear falling slowly down her cheek but smile still firmly at place.
He kissed her, he had denied himself the warmth of her for too long but there was nothing stopping him now.
He had changed, and he knew now why he had always remembered her voice, her eyes, and her smile.
Sherlock Holmes loved her.
And just as Molly Hooper had given him her help, her hand, and her life, he would do it all back.