Disclaimer: BBC's Sherlock belongs to various persons and corporations that are not me or associated with me. This piece of fanfiction is written with the admiration and respect for the original work. I claim no ownership of the show, Sherlock, or its accouterments. No profit is made from this material, now or in the future.
Rating: K, suitable for most audiences
Summary: A series of drabbles written for the Valentine's Day theme. Pairings: Molly/Moriarty, Sherlock/John, Clara/Harry, Mycroft/not!Anthea, Mrs. Hudson/Skull
Prompt: I was prodded by Armity to write drabbles for BBC's Sherlock for Valentine's Day.
Thanks to Armity for beta-read.
Molly stares at the heart-shaped box on the cadaver's chest.
It's a red, frilly thing with satin bow. Similar to valentines past with nice boys. This wasn't from a nice boy. After all: cadaver.
A year since Molly kissed Jim from IT.
Six months since Moriarty kissed Molly.
She doesn't know whether he loves her or is going to kill her. Knowing him, probably both. Molly opens the box, reads the card inside.
'Poison. Maybe. No. Yes. What do you think?'
She thinks they all look delicious. Molly closes her eyes, picks the one that feels right.