oh, love me dead

As much as I love Sherlock, I do wish the female characters in the show had a little more depth and/or screen time. I know that there are time restraints and things like that, but a girl can wish, no? I started searching for Molly!centric fanfiction last night and I stumbled across this:

The Anatomist (24253 words) by rosa_acicularis

Chapters: 4/4

Fandom: Sherlock (TV) Rating: Mature

Summary:

When they are children, Moriarty is a game. A story they tell only to each other, in whispers. Jim and Molly Moriarty, from the beginning.

Jim understands so much about her, more than anyone else ever will, but he cannot understand this. Jim thinks people are small, futile things, tin wind-up toys built either to irritate or entertain; he does not see the beauty of their architecture, the stunning complexities in a deceptively simple system. Life requires such delicate balances of blood and breath, acid and bile, tissue and bone, and she has always seen something beautiful in its ceasing. Death is the airless silence at the end of a symphony, an absence that preserves all that came before. It holds the answer to every question she’s ever asked. 

I feel like I held my breath the entire time I was reading this. It is absolutely EXQUISITE. I wish this was canon just so I could see it acted out. I know that “Molliarty” (cough) is just a fringe part of the fandom, but this made me a true believer. I kind of sensed the ending about halfway through the fic, but it didn’t make it less powerful. Amazingly good.