A tribute to Molly Hooper (s2)

 (Sherlock meta by thegrimmmanproductions and prufrocking)

thegrimmmanproductions:

 Molly will always be one of the most beautifully rendered characters in this series (all the characters are beautifully rendered, but I have a special attachment to Molly). Given what we were shown of her in the first series, it would have been so easy to continue developing Molly as weak and completely shrouded by the shadow of Sherlock’s genius. It would have been so easy to continue the Molly-means-nothing-to-Sherlock-on-ordinary-days track because it fits. No one would be the wiser. But then again, we must remember that Sherlock and Molly have (presumably) known each other for quite a long time (longer than John has known Sherlock, at least) and that of all the people who (presumably) work at the St. Bartholomew’s morgue, it is Molly Sherlock turns to time and time again whenever he needed anything. The fact that Sherlock does care about Molly (under all that Sherlockness) is pushed further by the fact that Sherlock apologizes to Molly when she becomes visually upset towards him. He also thanks her despite not knowing what he was thanking her for. And I think, more than anything, Molly is special because she can read Sherlock just as well as he can read her. She looks at him and sees his sorrow, something not even John has taken notice of. In short:

THESE TWO GUYS. THESE TWO. #feelings

prufrocking:

Oh man, I have a special spot in my heart for Molly Hooper.

Molly Hooper who didn’t count. Who didn’t have a sniper trained on her because Jim Moriarty didn’t even think that she would count. In A Study in Pink our first cue to notice Sherlock’s eccentricity was through his complete obliviousness when it came to Molly, who was practically invisible to him unless he needed to coax her into letting him in the morgue or use some of the equipment at St. Bart’s.

Molly, who time and time again, went out of her way to help Sherlock with whatever he needed, with unwavering admiration and tolerance despite his very palpable inability to sense when others actually care about him (well, people other than John).

And here it must have been difficult, to be one of the only few people to know that Sherlock Holmes — fraud or not — is still alive, but to let him be dead to the world, because that’s what he asks from her. Dead to the world and, more importantly, dead to the ones who needed him, and were hurting from the loss.

And Molly knows but she won’t say a thing, because Sherlock needs her not to, and she’ll do anything for him.

TL;DR, crying a Reichenbach for my strong, brave lady