Sherlock is directed by the Ice Queen to a wood elf that has been stealing medical supplies, but when he finds her, his mind begins to unravel and he begins to remember. He realises that he's found her; the one he never thought he would see again. Could it really be?

But before anyone realises what's happening, she is standing directly in front of him and her hand slaps him across the face; once, twice, three times, but Molly will not falter. She will get angry, she will let Sherlock know how she feels, but she won't be weak.

It was the woods that lay behind Molly's childhood home. It would be where nostalgia from one part of her life met another. Sherlock had not seen her for almost two years now, and he was sure that he had hurt her greatly the last time they had seen each other.

Molly is trying her best to put together a broken Sherlock after he's forced to kill himself and lay low, but that doesn't mean she isn't falling apart trying to do it. She'll have to keep herself composed to push him through this mess until he can return to London.

What she does not realize is what he would do for her. He will spill blood; he will spill his own if it comes down to it. No one deserves it more than Molly; she risks everything she works hard for without even a second thought, for the benefit of a former drug-addict who attracts criminal masterminds.

She smiled, turning her head again to look at the stars. It had taken her some convincing to get Sherlock to gaze at them with her, but he knew how much it meant to her. Before moving to London to go to medical school, Molly lived a more rural life, where the stars could actually be seen at night. This was what she missed the most.

Almost two hours he sits there trying to convince her that it is true; that this is not a coy like it was before when Molly was involved. She kills Sherlock Holmes once, and never intends on hearing that he is killed again.

There's always something that Sherlock misses, and this time around it's the important things.

There was something peculiar with him though. As much as he was short with her and seemed to not like her, she always saw him staring at her. She could only assume it was with a detested eye. She was wrong though. Victorian AU

Molly had always helped Sherlock; any time he needed anything, any time he was in trouble (which happened often for the longest time), she was there. But now this was different, for once she needed him, and she had never tested this before; she didn't really know if Sherlock would come, but she hoped everyone was wrong.

She wanted to groan, angry that her body had woken her at such an early hour, but she knew that she should stay quiet in courtesy of the form lying next to her. Though, consciousness of him made her more willing to open her eyes.

It had not been until he was in a relationship with the mousy pathologist that he found something that made it worth not jumping from case to case.

She walked over to Sherlock and leaned down so she was almost level to him. She cupped his chin and turned his head towards her; his eyes closed and he fell silent. He knew the familiar touch, but had not yet made the connection in his muddled thoughts. "Had a bit, then?" Molly asked playfully as she looked over her drunken detective.

When Molly hears the answer at the door, the last thing she wants to do is open it. She knows who it is, and she knows what he is going to say. She also knows why he is going to say it, and not wanting her to go so she can be in the morgue; it's not the right answer.

Sherlock comes back from being away on a case and visits his pathologist in the morgue. Molly knows code words, and she knows how to use them, especially when John still doesn't know that the two are together.

Sherlock and Molly had been together for over a year just before it happened, before everything happened. People became ill, and at first it just seemed like a pandemic, but no one had any idea what the cause. Walking Dead AU.

Upon meeting Sherlock Holmes, Molly thought she could never picture herself with this man. Now a month into their courtship and a secret agreement between the two that they will marry, they know each other better than they think. Part Two of Her Own Tale of Love

Sherlock has tried and failed to show Molly how he feels. But he needs her now, to understand and see how much he truly cares and how much she matters.

After a week away from home, Sherlock is returning to Molly on his birthday. She has a few surprises for him.

Molly Hooper would like to find true love like she reads in stories, but the man her parents want her to marry may make that impossible. Victorian Teenlock. Prompt fill.

Sometimes Sherlock likes to push things too far, especially when he's desperately bored and looking for some mental stimulation. One word prompt: Lion

This is a dark way for her to grieve; dressed in white, a forced smile on her face, giving away the rest of her heart because it does not matter who takes it.

Molly can only stare out the window, tears running down her cheeks in anger, sadness, in total confusion. The image that haunts her mind has disappeared around the corner of the building five minutes ago, and she can't tear herself away. It only replays in her head, torturing her as she tries to clear the blur, but she still finds herself just as confused as when she first sees it.

Molly has been excited all week for her one year anniversary with Sherlock, but when she comes down with the flu, she knows Sherlock will change the plans for the evening.

When Molly meets Sherlock, she learns that he's learning to be a pirate, but she doesn't understand why he thinks caring would distract him from his duties. She becomes his friend, and Sherlock learns a small lesson from her. Kidlock.

Although Sherlock would like to show Molly he isn't always selfish, he has trouble seeing her perspective. Molly would like to be equal with him, and share the responsibilities together as a way of expanding their relationship.

Molly brooded, sinking further into her bed with the sheets pulled over her head. Today was Molly's wedding day, and it was the worst day of her life. Well, it was supposed to be her wedding day, up until about 10 hours ago. She didn't want to see anyone; she didn't even want to talk to anyone. All that she would have liked was to lie in her bed and have a good cry.

Molly struggles to find peace within herself when she is convinced that there will never be any peace for Sherlock Holmes.

Sometimes logic and deduction does not give you all of the answers, and Molly Hooper is not something Sherlock has all of the answers too. During/after Reichenbach. Rated M for smut.

Getting over Sherlock Holmes is much easier said than done, especially when Molly Hooper doesn't truly want to.

One-shot sequel to I'm Alway's Home. Smutty and fluffy Sherlolly/Mollock! Reviews appreciated!

A man who is married to his work doesn't have time for sentiment, but when his favourite pathologist helps him in his time of need during The Reichenbach Fall, he has no choice but to live in her flat to lay low, and things start to feel different. Sherlock/Molly, otherwise known as Mollock or Sherlolly. Reviews appreciated! Thanks!