Superman (Sherlock/Molly)

Existence

{yeah sherlock special filming in january yEHAHE}

It was all silly, it really was. Molly was head over heels for someone who left her for two years, showed up with a smile and a kiss and assumed everything would be okay. Of course, considering how shockingly bizarre the entire situation was, Molly didn't complain. She missed him, she had ached for him, and she was blinded with optimism, her window was fogged with the blissful knowledge that Sherlock Holmes was at home again. But the fog began to clear, as Molly remembered she should  be furious.

She couldn't really be, though.

She was far too in love and loyal to be upset at him. For now, at least. She knew one day her pent up anger will result in a slap across the face for Sherlock, or an ear battered with awful shouts and mended with loving whispers. 

Sherlock wasn't much of a listener, not even when it came to Molly. He was an interrupter because that's what he did best. He could not stand the average person. Molly stood a rung above the average person in Sherlock's eyes, but that was not enough to set her apart from them. After all, she was a regular girl with a regular job and a regular personality. What could possibly set her apart from the bustling crowd inhabiting this godforsaken earth?

To Sherlock, the answer was simple; she believed in him. Something he had not felt before. Sherlock was guarded. His defenses had been broken down, but only for her. There was no faltering for Lestrade or Mrs Hudson. Molly was special, she was outstanding.

She felt like she existed.

So she forgived.

And he was grateful.

[soRRY FOR PEOPLE WHO HAVE BEEN COMPLAINING ABOUT MY SLOW UPDATES I'M REALLY LAZY AND I NEVER GET AROUND TO THINGS OH AND YEAH DOCTOR WHO SEASON EIGHT NEXT MONTH LET'S SEE HOW CAPALDI GOES SHALL WE]