Title: The Birds All Left
Author: Amal Nahurriyeh (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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Summary: Molly says good-bye a little later than everyone else.
Pairing: Sherlock Holmes & Molly Hooper friendship fic
Rating: PG
Warnings: just some sad.
Angst-level: sad but not crushingly
Timeline: Takes place somewhere between five and six years after the events of The Reichenbach Fall, in the Truth May Vary universe.
Disclaimer: Intellectual property is a capitalist fiction designed to oppress the working fic-writer. That said, I don't own them either.
You can also read it on the AO3.
A/N: Written for![[twitter.com profile]](https://p.dreamwidth.org/e0caa790ec10/-/twitter.com/favicon.ico)
louisebrealey's birthday. I am kind of ashamed of this fact, but, well. No shame in fandom, and I think we can all agree Loo's a badass. Unbeta'd, because ![[tumblr.com profile]](https://www.tumblr.com/favicon.ico)
leighnahurriyeh fell asleep on the couch before I could hand her the computer. Let me know if you see typos, etc.
Returning to type: the title is from Your Bones, by Of Monsters and Men. I included a link in the text to give a visual reference for one of the objects mentioned in the fic.
( She kneels down and pulls the weeds, letting the soil fall back to the ground from around their roots. )
Author: Amal Nahurriyeh (
amalnahurriyeh/amalnahurriyeh)Summary: Molly says good-bye a little later than everyone else.
Pairing: Sherlock Holmes & Molly Hooper friendship fic
Rating: PG
Warnings: just some sad.
Angst-level: sad but not crushingly
Timeline: Takes place somewhere between five and six years after the events of The Reichenbach Fall, in the Truth May Vary universe.
Disclaimer: Intellectual property is a capitalist fiction designed to oppress the working fic-writer. That said, I don't own them either.
You can also read it on the AO3.
A/N: Written for
Returning to type: the title is from Your Bones, by Of Monsters and Men. I included a link in the text to give a visual reference for one of the objects mentioned in the fic.
( She kneels down and pulls the weeds, letting the soil fall back to the ground from around their roots. )
