Thanks again for the reviews and follows! This is the last chapter for this story, I hope you enjoy it.

(Named after 'Stay Awhile' by Dusty Springfield)


Sherlock slowly climbed the stairs holding two Starbucks coffee cups. He crept as quietly as his squeaky shoes would allow him. Not only was he trying not to spill the coffee but he was also desperately trying not to wake a sleeping Molly Hooper. But as he got to the kitchen he realised that he was too late.

"Molly!" a surprised look came about his face.

Molly was now fully dressed again and was rushing from the bathroom into the kitchen. She jumped at the sound of his voice and quickly hid something up her sleeve. She stopped in her tracks and looked up at him with puffy, red eyes.

"Oh! There you are. I didn't think you'd be back so soon" her voice was slightly cracked.

Sherlock noticed that her cheeks were damp. "Molly I-"

"It's fine, I was just leaving, so I'll be out of your way" she started walking towards the door. As she walked past him a tear fell and started to trickle down her face.

"Molly, wait" he turned as she walked past him.

"I've been here long enough" she tried to keep herself together as another tear dropped from her eyelashes.

"But I've bought you coffee"

She stopped and turned to face him. "What?"

Sherlock adopted an innocent expression as he held one of the cups out towards her.

Her lips twitched into a slight smile. "You didn't need to. There's coffee already here" she gestured towards the kettle that was sitting on the kitchen top.

Sherlock let out a sigh. I knew it was pointless! He thought to himself.

"That was very kind of you, Sherlock" she smiled and took the coffee from him. Molly sighed as she took a sip. She loved Starbucks coffee; it was a lot nicer than the coffee she had to put up with at work. Just then her eyes widened. "Work! I need to get to work, I was supposed to be there over 2 hours ago!" she gasped.

"Molly, relax. You've already had the morning off, I'm sure you can take the rest of the day off" he smiled.

"It's not that simple, Sherlock. I haven't given them any notice. They'll be wondering where I am!"

"Just tell them you had an emergency. Say that your cat disappeared or something" he gave a dismissive gesture with his hand. He was obviously taking this less seriously than Molly.

"No, I have to go!" she started rushing towards the door again.

Sherlock put his coffee down and grabbed her arm. "Molly!"

She stopped and looked up at him.

"Stay…please" his voice was soft as he stared at her with puppy like eyes.

"You mean you don't want me to go?"

He let go of her arm. "No, why would I?"

"I thought…I just thought…"

"Thought what?"

"Nothing" her eyes dropped from his face and focused on her coffee cup.

Sherlock gently took hold of her hand and slid his fingers up her sleeve. He pulled out a damp tissue. His eyes travelled from the tissue back to her face. "Molly, I didn't leave you"

Molly caught his gaze as he lowered himself to her level and used the tissue to wipe away the remaining tears from her cheeks.

"Well, I did, but that was only to get coffee" he continued. They both smiled at each other and let out a small laugh.

"I suppose I could stay for a bit longer. What did you want to do?" she asked with a bright smile.

Sherlock straightened himself up, put the tissue in the bin and started walking towards his bedroom. "Well I'm going back to bed"

Molly's smile dropped as a confused expression covered her face. "What? But-"

"And I'd like you to come with me" he looked back and gave her a wink.


John Watson's finger hovered over the doorbell for 221B. It had been a long day at work but after the conversation he had had with his worried friend earlier he was eager to check up on the detective on his way home. He stopped himself before pressing the button. "Of course" he rolled his eyes as he remembered that Sherlock never answered the doorbell. John dug his hand into his pocket and pulled out a set of keys. Eventually he found the right key; the key he had kept all this time just in case of an emergency.

"Sherlock?" John called for his friend as he reached the top of the stairs. He stopped as a slightly worried expression appeared on his face. The flat was usually quiet but it wasn't usually this quiet. He started making his way to the living room. "I just came round to see if everything was alright". As he reached the living room he looked around and realised that he was essentially talking to himself. He's probably having a nap, the lazy bugger. John smiled to himself as he approached Sherlock's bedroom and lightly tapped on the door. "Sherlock?" he waited for a response that never came. He slowly opened the door and peered into the room.

His eyes scanned the floor where clothes were scattered near the bed. His eyes then travelled from the floor to the bed where he found Sherlock and Molly fast asleep. Their hair was messed up and they both looked completely exhausted. It didn't take John long to deduce what had happened. "Bloody hell! They must have been at it all day!" He laughed to himself as he gently closed the door. John descended the stairs and continued to smile as he left the building, making sure to shut the door properly on his way out. Though this actually caused him to slam the door.

Sherlock's eyes opened to the loud noise. He sat up and stared down at Molly who was still asleep beside him. She looked so peaceful again. This time Sherlock stayed relaxed and stared warmly at her. "I love you, Molly Hooper" he whispered. He wondered if he would ever have the courage to say it to her properly one day, preferably when she was awake. Sherlock settled back down and closed his eyes again.

He didn't realise that Molly's lips had lifted into a light smile. It was as if she'd heard him. Maybe she did. ….Or maybe she was just having a nice dream and smiling in her sleep.


I thought I'd finish it with an open ending. So you can decide what the real reason behind Molly's smile was.

Thanks for reading and I hope you all have a good Christmas and New Year.

Oh, and I hope you all survive Series 3.