Author's note : This is my first Sherlock fic. I always felt Molly was a great character who nobody paid much attention to. She's wonderful this fic is mostly about her with short bits from Sherlock POV and of course, a great deal of Sherolly!

Please read and review, I promise this is an interesting one.

Disclaimer : Sadly, the gorgeous and brilliant detective doesn't belong to me.

Enjoy the story!

The clock struck 7 and Molly awoke with a yawn. Rubbing her eyes and blinking the sleep out of them, she stumbled into the bathroom. The hot water felt delightful against her bare skin and she squealed as the sprays of water hit minutes later, she emerged dressed in a fresh blue shirt and a black skirt. She looked into the mirror and smiled. The clothes looked a lot better than her usual attire of loose fitting jeans and jumpers.

Her smile disappeared when she remembered the disastrous turn of events that had taken place yesterday and how mad Stuart had been afterwards. She had to do something to amend them and she had no idea how. Sighing to herself, she made herself a cup of coffee (black with two sugars, just the way Sherlock took his) and buttered two slices of bread. Having gulped down this meagre breakfast, she slipped into her dark blue tweed coat, gathered her things and was about to step out when her landline telephone rang.

Wondering who on earth would call her so early in the morning, she extended a trembling hand towards the telephone.

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The morning was uneventful for Sherlock. John was still at Mary's, he had already yelled at Mrs. Hudson for fretting about the severed head in the fridge, and he had thrown away the paper in disgust after finding no murder in its pages. He lay idly in his armchair in the blue dressing gown. He had tried to compose but his attempts had proved futile. Oh why was the world so dull after Moriarty's death!

Finally he decided to go to Bart's.

The results of his experiments with a fascinating new species of Clostridia were due. Hoping that Molly would have had the sense to hide the result papers from that sneaky, gossipy attendant of hers, he stepped out of 221B Baker Street.

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Mike Stamford's voice rang out loud and clear in her ears. 'Julia found loads and loads of unofficial experimental papers in your cupboard, Molly, none of them pertaining to the cases assigned to you. Nearly all of them are the researches of Sherlock Holmes. There have been body parts missing form cadavers on the last three tables. What have you done Molly? That was extremely unprofessional of you. What does this man mean to you anyway, that you're giving him such liberties to work around without permission? Have you realized the position this puts you in?...' on and on he ranted and she listened, too angry with herself for forgetting to lock the cupboard the previous night. She had been too preoccupied with Stuart to really think of anything else. Honestly, how was she supposed to know that Julia was just waiting for an opportunity to peek into it?

And then came the biggest blow.' Molly, I can't allow you to come back to work. I'm sorry but I've been ordered to fire you. I'm really sorry. Your last paycheck will be sent to you by post. I promise I'll help you find a new job. Please let me know how I can help...'. He hung up after offering a few more words of sympathy.

Almost immediately, she received a text from Stuart, the doctor from the forensic department with whom she had been on a few dates. He was a really nice guy and Molly had liked him a lot. The text said that he didn't want to go out with her anymore, referring to her as someone who spent so much time at the beck and call of another man with whom she had been infatuated since forever. The brutal honesty of the text made her Mike, he had not even tried to be sympathetic.

Unable to comprehend what was happening to her, she crumpled in a heap on the couch, too shocked to was too much right? Fired and dumped on the same day. Too bad to be true! 'But that's how things are in Mollyworld, she thought bitterly. This morning she had woken up hoping for a bright, promising and Sherlock-free day and not an hour later, her whole world was upside down.

She had taken her job at Bart's for granted, she knew that. She was so accustomed to the morgue, the microscopes, the petridishes, the instruments that she had never paused to think about what she would do without them. And she supposed the whole world knew about her crush on Sherlock, thanks to Julia. What she hadn't expected though was that a broadminded, nice guy like Stuart would be bothered by it.

After yesterday though, she should have known that hoping to go out with Stuart again was optimism to the point of foolishness. True, like every other boyfriend of hers that Sherlock had humiliated, Stuart had faced the worst. Sherlock in his usual manner had taken one look at Stuart before rattling off uncomfortable truths about him in front of Molly, till he had left the room in a huff, followed by Molly.

Mike's question bothered her to bits. What did Sherlock mean to her after all? He had never shown any concern towards her whatsoever. He had said that she counted and then he had used her to help him fake his death. But after that things were back to square one. He would storm into the morgue as if he owned the place, talk to her as he pleased and sometimes ignore her altogether. Still, she couldn't stop loving him. His eyes, his high cheekbones, the long belfast coat, his low baritone voice, all made her stutter like an idiot in front of him like a schoolgirl instead of the qualified pathologist she was. And now she was nowhere, thanks to him.

This morning, Molly couldn't have wished for anything more but in a flash her job was gone, her boyfriend was gone and she would soon have to move out of her flat thanks to her joblessness and meagre savings. And then she would have to face her mother's wrath, berating her for being single and now without a job at the age of 31.

Her future was nothing but a black hole. She knew she was going to get sucked in without being able to do anything about it.

Life...the word held no meaning for her anymore.

Perhaps life was not worth living anymore...

Author's note: Ooh..a cliffhanger! What is Molly about to do? I think most of you will have figured that out. I promise I'll upload the next chapter on Saturday (I know it's a long time but I'm going off to college and I'll be back home only for the weekend).

Stay tuned till then! Please read and review, they keep me going :) Love you all

Aditi xoxoxo