*glances over at Sherlock silently working* Sherlock?
Remember when you said I'd always counted and you'd always trusted me?
*looks up, suddenly interested* Yes.
Well, when you said "always" what did you mean by that?
*gaze shifts in confusion* I meant always. How was that not clear.
Yeah but, I mean, from when exactly? How long did it take you to feel that way?
*gazes at her silently for a long moment*
*rapidly becoming self conscious*
Do you remember the day we met?
Yeah of course.
Ok...that day. *goes back to his microscope*
*unsure* That day? That very day? You mean it didn't take you any-
*looks over again* It took me no time to see that I could trust you and you'd be someone who would matter to me. Certainly not minutes, and barely seconds. No time at all. When I said always...I meant it.
So I’ve been thinking about THAT SCENE (I haven’t done much else for the past few days) and I was thinking that Louise Brealey was right. That scene is beautiful. Not because of the declaration of love that was forced upon Sherlock and Molly, but because that one scene shows us how much Sherlock has learned about love, respect, and cruelty over the course of the show. When Sherlock realizes he has to get Molly to say ‘I love you’ to him, he is visibly upset. He already knows it will hurt her. He knows it is one of the cruelest things he can do to her because he knows she is in love with him. The man who couldn’t be bothered to notice he was being asked out on a date. The man who had no problem using Molly’s attraction to him to get what he wanted. The man who could see everything except that Molly went to the Christmas party for him (something everyone else could see clearly). That man was upset he had to make Molly say three words. Season 1 Sherlock would have brushed it of. It’s only words??? What’s the big deal if it saves a person’s life? But season 4 Sherlock knows exactly what a big deal words can be. He now understands how his words can hurt a person, and he cares if his words hurt Molly.
I HAD to write a fic based on the footage we got of Molly at the Rosie Watson’s christening. I mean, her dress…WOW. Special thanks to @mae-jones for the info on hibiscus in the reblog of my post, and to @fangirlhani who sent a HC that fit into this ficlet just perfectly…here goes!
Sherlock heard her before he saw her. Her heels clicking on the stone floor of the church as she walked over to where he was standing with the Watsons and Mrs. Hudson. He wasn’t prepared, however, for what he’d see when he turned around.
The air became too heavy to breath all of a sudden as Sherlock turned to see Molly step into the light that shone through the nearby window.
“Hi, everybody,” she stated brightly, to which everybody responded.
That is, everybody but Sherlock.
He noted that her cheeks flushed just a bit as he froze and began looking her up and down- just routine observations of course, he explained to himself internally. Always helpful to notice details about the people closest to you. For instance…
Eurus wanted Sherlock to hurt Molly, and hurt himself in the process, but more importantly that was her way of making him admit he loves Molly. She set up the game so that Sherlock thought he had to make Molly say those words - but when he fulfilled this aim, he lost. He lost, because Eurus’ aim was actually to make Sherlock sincerely say I love you.
Eurus can read people in seconds, and she knew that the only way Molly would ever admit she loved Sherlock was if Sherlock said he loved her first. Molly was always so careful to keep her feelings to herself; she made sure her unrequited crush was her problem and not his; she respected his boundaries and didn’t let it get in the way of their friendship. So of course, only one thing could make her speak up. Molly’s challenge for Sherlock to say it first was initially rooted in fear that this was a game, and she refused to make a fool of herself unless he did. He stumbles out a clumsy I love you, blinks in awe, and says it again, this time truly, sincerely. It is the second I love you, ringing with a note of tragic truth, that makes her whisper it back instead of hanging up.
Think about how Eurus set this up. Think about the fact that the “I love you” is written on Molly’s coffin. If Molly were inside that coffin, as we are meant to imagine her, then those three words would necessarily have been engraved there by someone else. They are not Molly’s words. Those words on Molly’s coffin are FOR Molly - an epitaph, from someone who loves her. Mycroft was wrong. The question to ask was not “who loves you?” but rather “whom do you love?” because if Sherlock did not love this person in return, then where would the emotional context be? Those words are Sherlock’s.
The platonic or romantic argument is another matter, but the point is that Eurus was vivisecting Sherlock here, and she wanted to see HIM come to terms with his love for Molly, and to see him grapple with how much he wants to protect her and how painful it is for him to hurt her in any way. It’s this heady brew of emotions that makes him absolutely lose his mind. He trashes the coffin and screams in agony, because he loves her, because he hurt her, because it is pure torture to be cruel to her or to think of her in that coffin, with “so many words unsaid.” Particularly those words - his words, for her.
I was always convinced of that fact. I was one of the very few Sherlolly shippers out there who firmly believed that it would become canon. I knew I could be wrong, of course. But I think this is it. Or rather as close to canon as we can get. To me, the Final Problem confirms all of the suspicions I’ve ever had as to why they wrote Sherlock and Molly the way they did. Take note that what follows is obviously with shipper goggles on. But still.
Headcanon that after TFP Sherlock and Molly make up, but he’s still consistently worried about her/paranoid about her safety for a good long while. In addition to nightmares about other things (especially the well), he frequently has nightmares about Molly dying or already being dead before he has a chance to save her. Sometimes she won’t say the words in time and her home explodes while he helplessly watches it all play out onscreen. Other times he finds her already in the coffin lying cold and motionless, and despite every frantic effort he makes, he fails to revive her.
Every time he has a Molly nightmare, whenever Sherlock wakes up he immediately grabs his phone to either text or call her regardless of whatever ungodly hour of the night it is. Molly indulges him because she knows how anxious he gets (although he tries to conceal just how anxious he really is, even though Molly knows better). Sometimes when they’re actually talking over the phone, Sherlock will ask her to just keep talking until he falls asleep, which Molly gladly does. Whenever she does do that he usually goes nightmare-free for the rest of the night. Her voice is one of the few things that manages to calm him down.
For awhile Sherlock keeps finding excuses to check up on her at St. Bart’s, claiming he needs to see some body or body part for some made-up reason that actually has no relevance to a case. Sometimes he asks to just observe Molly work, which at first she’s all right with. But after a while of him hovering around the morgue like a protective mama hen, Molly and John both have to tell him off rather sternly or else threaten to get him forcibly removed for being a nuisance. He’s predictably very sour about this at first, but eventually he begins to calm down a bit, and his worries about Molly during his waking hours gradually begin to lessen.
The nightmare problem takes much longer to resolve. But for the time being Molly doesn’t mind being bothered because it means that Sherlock really did mean what he said and that he trusts her enough to allow himself to be that vulnerable in her presence.
Okay, I’ve watched the “I love you” scene about 30 times now, and no matter how many times I watch it, that second ‘I love you’ is genuine. It’s filled with emotion and realization on his part, no doubt about it.
Sometimes after rewatching scenes many times over I start seeing little inconsistencies and tend to view them with a more critical eye, shipper goggles off I mean, (if you’ve followed me for a long time in this fandom, you should know I’ve always been a skeptic, examples: this short HLV meta and this long-ass TEH meta)… but this one… I found no fault in it. No hidden layers. No maybe’s or but’s… It was real.
In that moment, Sherlock realized his words were as true as hers.
That’s why he said it twice.
That’s why Molly reacted the way she did… she can see through his bullshit, remember? Heck, I will bet you anything that’s why she asked him to say it in the first place, because she knew those feelings were inside him, buried deep, and fuck if she was gonna be the only one to spill her heart out.
That’s why I fucking love this woman. She is one of the strongest people I’ve ever seen, and I am so filled with respect for her. Molly Hooper is someone I will never forget and who has left a definitive mark on my heart.
Sherlolly may not be 100% confirmed… but at least their feelings are. Now it’s just a matter of time.
Like I’m sorry but Molly Hooper is almost 40 years old? What 40 year old woman spends her days slicing lemons and pining over gay men for seven years? What 40-year old woman’s ultimate wish is to have said gay man say “I love you” to her even while knowing he doesn’t mean it? GOD DAMMIT take up a hobby! Go for a walk! Have some self-respect!
It makes me so fucking furious because I know that it’s not Molly’s fault that she’s written that way, and it’s not Loo’s fault that she has to play Molly that way. It’s mofftiss’ misogynistic writing to make her a pathetic lovelorn mousy fucking plot device when WE KNOW she’s so much more than that.
But GOD it’s so fucking goddam unrealistic that a beautiful, intelligent, accomplished, GROWN FUCKING WOMAN would EVER act this way for a man. ANY man. Or would hold onto these unrequited feelings (that she FOR SURE KNOWS are unrequited) for this many years. Like…it’s actually ridiculous to even consider for me.
If Molly had “fallen” for Sherlock at 15 and she was 22 now….okay. I believe she could still be hung up on him due to age and lack of life experience. But this isn’t the case with our Molly. There is NO WAY a woman of Molly’s age would act THIS way after THIS long.
It’s like mofftiss took every bit of strength and agency and self-possession Molly had or developed over the years and flushed it down the toilet for the opportunity to use her as a wet rag plot device once again. Why?? Whyyyyy????
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If Irene had been the one she had chosen, it would have been too easy. Because she could have told Sherlock that she loved him because there were no complications between them. She loves him and the confirmation of the truth that Sherlock loves her back is agonizingly demonstrated in how difficult it was for Molly to say to him when he said it to her.
Because Molly (and John) know Sherlock doesn’t love her that way, and Sherlock knows he doesn’t love her that way and it kills him that he’s forcing Molly to look that cold hard fact in the face. She has him say it back so that it breaks him just as much as it breaks her, and Eurus knows this. If it had been Irene, there would be no trouble whatsoever. The way it broke Molly at such magnitude that it exposes the fact that Sherlock clearly loves Irene in one way and Molly in the other, and while the exchange with Molly demonstrates that she does indeed love Sherlock romantically, Sherlock does not through how devastated he was after the call.
It’s absolute genius. Something that doesn’t even have Irene be directly involved, because let’s be real, if Eurus was a tiny bit kinder, she would’ve rubbed Sherlock’s feelings for Irene in Molly’s face. But no, she’s cruel. She makes Sherlock utterly destroy Molly all by himself, by the mention of Irene, that even if she was not in his heart, Sherlock still wouldn’t have any romantic feelings for Molly.
I am willing to wait another 3 years for the next season. I am that satisfied, y’all. They know exactly how much we need each time.