Disclaimer: I own nothing of Sherlock BBC and this story is loosely based on Big, a Korean Drama

Now that Sebastian Moran was dead, Molly should feel relieved but there were other things to worry about, Irene's illness first and foremost. Molly entered the ward with John and Mary looking at her warily.

"Unfortunately, I am ill again and would need Molly for my treatment. Tomorrow she would be moved to another hospital for surgery. Don't worry, Molly would be well taken care of." This also served as an excuse to take her body away so they could swap back the bodies after the surgery.

Molly could see them being angry at the turn of events but Molly and Irene are family and knowing Molly, they understood that she would want to save her sister no matter what. The Watsons only hoped that things would go smoothly for Molly's sake.

"I meant what I said earlier on. Molly is really lucky to have such good friends by her side that took great care of her. Thank you." They nodded and Molly smiled at them before leaving the room.

Molly visited her parents' grave every year but she guessed there was always a wall she built when visiting them. "I'm sorry for hating you, Mum. Thinking that you never loved me but you did. Maybe you did not show it but now I'm older, I could see things more clearly and I know you did. Dad, I'm also sorry for resenting that you allowed Mummy to not love me. We did have happy moments when all four of us were together as a family, even though Irene was sick all the time. We really did."

Molly wiped the tears from her cheeks. "Next time, I hoped Irene would be here with me to visit you two. Then we would be together again at last. I love you, Mum and Dad. I would be back soon, I promise."

Rather than leaving the graveyard, Molly went deeper in and stopped at a grave with the name of Sherlock Holmes.

"Wonder why you did not removed it after your return?" She asked without looking at him.

"To remind myself" He answered back.

"Of?" Maybe because this was going to be the last time Molly would get to talk to Sherlock before the switch back so she wanted to hear his baritone voice for a bit longer.

"That we all would die someday." She smirked. How a very 'Sherlock' answer.

"Life is short. Sherlock? If you wanted to know what love feels like, come and find me. But if you chose not to, then wish me all the best for starting a new chapter in my life because I requested for a job out of London and Mycroft promised me one when I come back. After all, before the accident I was leaving London for a job in Edinburgh. No reason to change my plans now, perhaps just the destination. As you said, I would probably forget all this so maybe you could help me remember them. Just a tiny corner in your mind palace would do."

Molly tip-toed and gently kissed Sherlock's cheek. He still smelled like almonds. If only she could remember its significance. "Goodbye, Sherlock."

"I already did, Molly and it took up much more space than a tiny corner." Sherlock spoke long after she left.

It was a year later when Molly Hooper finally returned to London in her own body and as predicted by Sherlock, had no memory of what happened when she was in Irene Adler's body. Though Molly did reunite with her sister but Irene was in France now and she hoped her sister would mend her ways. Before leaving, Irene told Molly that whatever she heard about Sherlock and her was probably inaccurate so don't think too much about it. Molly pretended to not understand what her sister was talking about.

Today was the day before she left for a new job in Birmingham. Sherlock scoffed at his brother's ability of finding Molly a job or the lack of. He could not even find a job for her in London. So what if St Bart's was no longer hiring? In terms of Molly's expertise, the hospital should go down on their knees to beg her to return. Molly Hooper was one of the best, if not the best pathologist in the whole of United Kingdom. Why they accepted her resignation in the first place baffled Sherlock. It's their loss.

"Sherlock, according to the rate of decomposition, I would think that…Sherlock? Are you listening?" How she got roped in by Sherlock to help with his experiments at his flat, Molly could blame no one but herself. She might as well start to get him over with only when she reached Birmingham where she could no longer see him as often as this. It's her last day in London so Molly saw no reason not to indulge herself one more time.

"You better not be in your mind palace now, Sherlock Holmes! I'm not going to spend my last night here seeing you zone out." The man finally snapped out of it, whatever it was. "Are you okay, Sherlock?"

You were right. I'm not okay.

"Why ever not, Molly?"

Tell me what's wrong

"Nothing. I'm actually late for the farewell party John and Greg insisted to hold for me. You sure you don't want to come?"

I think I'm going to die

"Nope. The experiments here require my full attention."

What do you need?

"Right. Do take care, Sherlock." Molly decided to throw caution to the wind and bravely kissed him on his cheek. For a split second, Sherlock almost smelled like almonds, just like her own body-wash. How strange. Giving her head a shake, Molly stopped from over-thinking things and let herself out, wanting to give Sherlock back his space.

You

After a few minutes of silence, Sherlock then noticed because he was preoccupied by the sudden sense of déjà vu and committing Molly's kiss into his mind palace, he forgot to reply to her. Not even 'good luck', 'bon voyage' or a basic 'goodbye' like what normal people would say.

It had been four months since Molly started working here and everything was going smoothly. She even thought of Sherlock less nowadays. Sort of. The doors were pushed open and Molly looked up, expecting her colleagues but the person standing there was Sherlock Holmes.

"Sherlock? What are you doing here? Everything alright?" Molly got up and walked towards him with her mind already imagining the worst.

"Everything's fine in London. It's just that I have on hand a rather interesting case and would like to hear your inputs." Sherlock explained as he removed his coat and scarf.

"Now? I'm working, Sherlock." She shouldn't be so easily swayed by him now if Molly still wanted to move on.

"It's a case of Scotland Yard who had been receiving a parcel every fortnight that each contained a left thumb which all of them shares the same DNA despite belonging to people of different age, gender and even race. Don't you like to know more?" Now Sherlock was blatantly enticing her. Damn him.

"Fine. Give me the details." Molly gave in, unable to resist both the allure of Sherlock Holmes and a fascinating case. She's officially hopeless.

"Actually I was thinking of discussing it with you over coffee." Sherlock spoke with an air of indifference.

"Oh, sure. Black, sugar and cream please. Thanks."

Sherlock swallowed his annoyance at Molly not getting the hint and tried once more. "I meant would you like to have coffee?" "solve crimes?" then she had to go and interrupted his question.

Sherlock blinked and the atmosphere became awkward until Molly burst out laughing. "Sorry, I just couldn't help myself. You should have seen your face, Sherlock. It's simply priceless!' She felt his stare and managed to recover herself but not before chuckling for one last time.

Molly continued, "Actually my lunch break is in five minutes. Instead of coffee, maybe we could talk over it during lunch? I'm sure you could stomach it. I know there is a nice Japanese restaurant here that sells delicious eels." He grimaced and she smiled brightly. "Be adventurous, Sherlock. You did come all the way from London. Trust me."

"You know I do, Molly." Sherlock looked at her with a serious expression.

"Well come on then. I only have one hour for lunch." Molly took her wallet and phone then pulled Sherlock by his arm. On their way out of the hospital, people who walked past them thought they were a couple for both had such smiles on their faces that they themselves probably did not even realise and also seemed to be engaged in deep conversation to notice the looks everyone gave them.

Author's note: Maybe deep down, I don't like the standard 'Happily Ever After' and felt that having a not so prefect ending is the type that people will remember it more so that's why my stories generally don't have that. Besides, I just think that it would be unsuitable for this particular story all the more so.

After all, I did not placed my characters, especially Sherlock in a good light, didn't I? Then again, who loves characters that are so nice? I like to see it in such a way that people are attracted to 'bad guys' because they are imperfect and complex and that is what we are in real-life right? Apologies if I'm too blunt...

I had enjoyed writing this story and for those who followed it till its ending, my sincere thanks to you! See you all very soon, hopefully.