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The End

Color is beautiful.

Sherlock knew it now, as he held Molly.

Moriarty was back. He wasn't going to die just yet. England needed him, after all.

Just as he needed his color.

He cupped Molly's cheeks, and smiled softly.

"I can see it now."

... ... ... ... ... ...

Molly smiled softly in return. It didn't reach her eyes.

"I wish I did too."

The End ;)