It has been a long journey but here we are. The last chapter. Thanks to all of you who have stuck by me and my little story. I always hate ending my stories, it feels like I'm saying goodbye to all of you, but it's time to give these two a happily ever after, they deserve it don't you think? I'm going to start another story soon called 'Lost in Sherlock' so I hope you all keep an eye out for that one. I hope you all enjoy this chapter! Feel free to review! Thank you all for reading along.

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Loss.

Sherlock Holmes had only felt loss one other time when he was a child, his dog, Redbeard, had to be put down. He remembered crying and crying for days in his room, and it took several hours of deleting in his mind palace to feel normal again (Well his definition of normal). But this was different, Molly Hooper wasn't a dog, he couldn't go into his mind palace and just delete her, he couldn't. Sherlock could vaguely hear everyone in the background, Mrs. Hooper was crying, and he could hear her husband consoling her. John? He didn't know where he had gone, he didn't dare look away from Molly's lifeless body.

Molly.

No, she couldn't... She couldn't be gone, curses weren't real, they weren't... real...

"Molly?" he whispered.

Sherlock placed his hand on her cheek and blinked back in surprise at how cold it was. He suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Sherlock!" he heard Lestrade say.

When did he get here?

Sherlock heard a voice (Mary? John?) say something, but he ignored it, and after a few seconds the hand was off his shoulder.

He didn't know how long he stared down at Molly, he took in every detail of her, trying to remember everything about her before... No, he wouldn't think about that yet. For now, he'd focus on the little mole near her ear, and her freckles... The fact that she was a wonderful human being who despite years of being told what to do, and years of being locked away somehow managed to have a big heart. A heart that belonged to him... and his belonged to her. Sherlock took her hand and rubbed his thumb over the tiny scars, he smirked, and wondered the story behind most of these. He placed a soft kiss on her hand and placed it over his heart.

"Molly Hooper." he began.

Sherlock swallowed hard before leaning in, his faces a few inches from her lifeless one.

"You are one of the most beautiful human beings I have ever known." he told her, "And I'm... happy to have gotten to know you..."

He licked his lips nervously, "...And fall in love with you. I love you, Molly Hooper, and I always will."

With his free hand he brushed away a few loose curls from her face before his hand settled on her cheek, slowly he closed the small gap between their faces and his lips gently pressed against hers.

xXx

John and Lestrade hurried back to the others, they looked and looked everywhere for Moriarty and Moran but no luck.

"They got away..." breathed John.

But no one seemed to be paying attention, "Am I the only one concerned that a mad man and his equally mad companion have gotten away? No? Hello? Is anyone liste..." he turned to look at Sherlock next to Molly's body, "...ning..." he finished softly.

John listened to Sherlock speak, he never thought he hear his friend sound so... sad. John felt a hand on his and he quickly looked up to see a tear stained Mary looking at him, John took her in her arms and continued to watch his friend over her shoulder.

"I don't want to spoil the mood, but what the hell is going on?" whispered Lestrade, "Why is everyone crying? Why is Sherlock..."

John put his hand up to stop him and placed a finger over his lips to tell him to shut up, Lestrade frowned and crossed his arms over his chest and nodded, soon they all went back to watching Sherlock. John felt a pang of sympathy when Sherlock said he loved Molly Hooper, he suddenly remembered that tonight was the night he was going to propose to her. Sherlock Holmes was a man who was able to look past physical beauty and fall in love with Molly's brain and her heart. If that wasn't love, then he didn't know what was. John watched as Sherlock leaned in to kiss her, and as soon as their lips made contact a blinding white light began shinning. John squinted his eyes and looked away.

"What's happening!" he heard Mrs. Hooper say.

Lestrade let out a grunt and a series of curses as he shielded his eyes from the light. Once the light dimmed away, John heard Sherlock speak.

"Molly?" said the baritone voice in surprise.

Molly found herself in a morgue,

"This seems rather appropriate don't you think?" said a familiar voice behind her.

Molly turned around to see Mary smiling back at her, "Because I'm dead?" she replied.

Mary giggled and shook her head, "No, silly, because this is what you wanted to do. Work in a morgue. I always wondered why you wanted to study pathology." she told her, "But you would have been good at it." she told her.

Molly gave her friend a soft smile, "Take care of him for me ok?" she told her best friend.

"Who Sherlock?" said the voice of John Watson.

He appeared next to Mary and took her hand, "We're a part of you imagination, Molly." chirped Mary, "You can't guarantee you that the real John and Mary will take care of him."

Molly glared at her John and Mary causing them to laugh, "If it makes you feel better we can say we'll take care of him." said John.

"Oh bugger off." she muttered as she stalked away.

Now she was in her bedroom, she could see all her scattered books, unfinished experiments, and Toby grooming lazily on her bed.

"Molly." she heard her mother say.

Molly looked up to see her mother sitting on her swing and her father's hands on each side of the rope as if her were going to push her, they were looking at her with the look they only reserved for her. She felt eight years old again.

"Mum? Dad?" her voice sounded different.

Molly glanced at her reflection to see a small girl with wide eyes and the nose of a pig looking back, she glanced back at her parents.

"I'm scared." she told them.

Her father walked around and squatted down, he opened his arms up to invite her into a hug. Molly wiped the tears with her sleeve and ran to him.

"It's ok, sweetheart." she heard him say.

She felt another pair of arms around her and smelled her mother's perfume.

"Did you ever think it would end up like this?" she heard her mother say.

"No... I always hoped she'd find someone." replied her father.

The two fell silent and Molly finally looked up at them.

"But I did... I did find someone." she said sounding like her normal self again.

Her parents released her and slowly three got up. Molly gave them one last smile before walking towards the door that led to the sitting, she stopped when she heard it. The song Sherlock had played her on her birthday, Molly opened the door and saw him, he as looking straight at her with a look that she could only describe as love. The room looked much like she remembered it, the piano, the walls, the books, and the chess board. The song finished and Sherlock set his violin and bow down on the small couch.

Neither of them said anything.

"Sherl—" she began.

"You're dead." he interrupted.

Molly closed her mouth and nodded, "It's seems that I am."

The two remained silent once more.

"I'm sorry." he said suddenly.

"Why are you apologizing?"

They stepped closer to each other and Sherlock cupped her cheek in his hand.

"I..." he began, he seemed to hesitate before talking, " This is all my fault."

"No it's not, please don't blame yourself." she whispered.

Tears pooled in her eyes threatening to spill, once they did she leaned in for a hug. Sherlock immediately pressed her close and buried his face in her hair.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." he whispered over and over.

Molly closed her eyes and pressed herself closer, "Molly?" he said suddenly.

"Yes?"

"I love you."

Molly looked up at him, "It's time for you to wake up." he said in a tone.

"What?"

But before she could say anything else he pressed his lips against hers. Molly's body tingled, that was the only way she could describe it. It felt like a thousand weights were being lifted off her body and she felt... free. A white light flashed in front of her and she could feel a rush of air hit her lungs, bringing her back to the world.

xXx

Molly opened her eyes and let out a small groan she felt a pair of hands immediately on her.

"Molly?" she heard the baritone voice say.

Molly blinked and waited for her vision to adjust, she could see him now, the familiar mop of dark curls, those gorgeous blue-green eyes, and those amazing cheekbones. Molly coughed a bit and took in a few more breaths before smiling weakly at Sherlock.

"I love you too." she said in a hoarse tone.

Sherlock looked at her and began chuckling he brought her into a hug and Molly let out a content sigh.

"Molly!" she heard her father and mother say in unison.

Molly heard footsteps coming towards them, "Sherlock let go of her." said John.

Sherlock grunted in response and tightened his grip around her, "Sherlock." she whispered in his ear.

Sherlock let out a sigh and released her, once she pulled away her mother let out a gasp, "Molly! Your face!"

"What?"

Mary rummaged through her bag and took out a small mirror, she handed it to her while Sherlock helped her up. Molly stared at her reflection and let out a gasp, staring back at her was the face of an ordinary girl, not a pig nosed girl.

"But.." she mumbled.

Molly placed a hand on her nose, it was slightly upturn and almost a button like nose, it was cute and it fit her face perfectly, but it still felt weird, she knew it was something she'd have to get use to. Molly slowly turned to look at Sherlock who was looking at her with soft eyes.

"Do you like it?" she asked curiously.

Sherlock rose a brow, "Molly Hooper are you seriously asking me if I like your nose?"

Molly nodded, causing Sherlock to smirk, "Of for God's sake." he muttered and took her in his arms he planted a deep kiss on her lips and smiled when he pulled away.

"Molly Hooper, I love you no matter what you look like." he said before leaning in for another kiss.

One Year Later

Sherlock Holmes stared at the sample through his microscope, it had been a year and no signs of either Sebastian Moran or Jim Moriarty. Sherlock had teamed up with his brother and his father in law to find those criminals but they were getting now where. In the meantime, he enjoyed helping Molly with school, thanks to her connections she was able to get an internship at St. Bart's hospital where both she and Sherlock spent most of their time. After that event in the warehouse Sherlock and Molly were inseparable. Molly moved in to Baker Street (John moved in with Mary) and a few months later they were married. Molly was now in school to become a forensic pathologist (He suspected so she could work along side him) and she was good, top of her class in fact. It felt strange to him to actually be able to say he was happy, to be able to express his emotion and actually love another person. Sherlock could hear the familiar footsteps and a few seconds later the lab doors opened and in came his beautiful wife.

"Mrs. Holmes." he said without looking up from the microscope.

Molly set her school back on the table and walked over to the closet to get her lab coat.

"How are you feeling?" he asked suddenly, "I heard you this morning."

He remembered earlier in the day and Molly waking up and rushing to the bathroom, "Was it something you ate? Or maybe you're hanging around to many dead bodies..."

Molly smirked and shook her head, "Do you want to keep guessing?" she said with a hint of amusement.

Sherlock let out a sigh and looked up at her, "Molly, you know I don't make guesses."

"I'll give you a hint..." she smiled at him before speaking, "Do you have any curses in your family?"

"Molly, why on Earth are yo—" he shut his mouth and stared at her.

"Sherlock?"

Molly stepped closer to him and continued to watch him, Sherlock on the other hand seemed to be frozen in place. It seemed like a full minute went by and still no reaction.

"Ok, this is starting to scare me now." she said as she walked up to him.

Sherlock's arms were suddenly around Molly's waist, "Are tying to tell me that you're..."

Molly nodded.

"And I'm..."

Molly smirked and continued to nod.

"And we're..."

Molly placed both hands on Sherlock's cheeks, "Yes, Sherlock. I'm pregnant."

Sherlock pulled her in closer and pressed his lips against her's, Molly deepened the kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Sherlock pulled away and smiled against her lips, "I love you." he whispered.

"I love you too."