Don't Believe Everything You Read in the Papers
This is set during His Last Vow. Molly sees those newspaper headlines!
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Chapter 1
Molly was exhausted. She hadn't been home in just over 72 hours and she was looking forward to sleeping, for a long, long time, in her own bed.
She had just been finishing a late shift in the morgue when she'd received the text message from John.
Sherlock's been shot. On our way to Barts now. JW
For a moment everything in her world narrowed down to just that text. There was no noise, no movement, just a strange buzzing in her head. Then everything in her burst back to life and she was rushing out of the morgue and up the stairs (no time for the lift) making her way through the corridors to A&E.
By the time she got there John and Sherlock had just arrived. She recognized a couple of the doctors and nurses who were working on Sherlock whilst he was being wheeled through the doors towards one of the emergency rooms.
John just stood there, looking at the doors still swinging shut, his hands held out covered in blood. Molly's felt sick as she realised it was Sherlock's blood.
'What happened...John? How bad is it? Will he...' Molly couldn't bring herself to finish the question, wanting and yet not wanting to hear the answer.
John finally turned to Molly looking dazed, 'I don't know, we were at Magnussen's office and then I found him lying there, blood all over his shirt...Molly, we nearly lost him in the ambulance...'
Molly, closed her eyes trying to control her breathing. They'd all just got him back, after two years when he was dismantling Moriarty's network, they couldn't lose him now, they just couldn't. She looked at John and knew she had to be the strong one. The doctor in her came out and she went about cleaning John up, giving the administrators details about Sherlock and ringing Mary to come and help support John. She tried not to think about what was going on through those doors. Her friend Meena was in A&E and had already promised to give Molly any news she could as soon as anything was known.
That has been nearly three days ago. She now knew that Sherlock had been rushed to surgery and had nearly been pronounced dead before they could even remove the bullet but he'd pulled through. She'd spent the last couple of days either by his bedside, with John, or working. Meena had been brilliant, she'd fed Toby (Molly's cat) and picked her up a change of clothes and kept her up to date with any test results etc.
Sherlock had been sedated after the operation to give his body the best chance possible to recover. So she'd spent hour after hour holding his hand, sometimes in silence, sometimes talking to him. She told him about her work, any interesting snippets about the autopsies she'd been carrying out. He always liked her telling him about weird deaths or strange pathology results, she could she the scientist he could have been when they had those conversations. Lestrade had been in a couple of times, first to interview John about what they had been doing in Magnussen's office and later to check on Sherlock and give them a progress report.
It turned out that Magnussen had also been attacked but not shot. It seemed that whoever had shot Sherlock had also knocked out Magnussen, his secretary and a security guard but they appeared to be no closer to finding out who the gunman had been. Lestrade was now waiting for Sherlock to come round so he could see what he could remember. He'd been facing the gunman when he was shot so hopes were high that he or she would soon be identified.
Mary had been a tower of strength for both John and Molly, fetching coffees and food, reassuring them that Sherlock was strong and that no major organs had been hit so he should make a full recovery now the bleeding had been brought under control.
They had started to reduce the sedation drugs over the last couple of hours so Sherlock was expected to wake up soon. Molly had left John with him and had decided to come home to shower and sleep before going back to visit. She was wondering what to take Sherlock as a gift as she let herself into her flat. Grapes and flowers were too cliched, novels or magazines would be sneered at. Maybe she could take in some of her old Pathology Monthly magazines, she mused.
Toby immediately wound himself around her ankles trying to trip her up as she made her way to the kitchen to clean out his bowls and putting him down some fresh food and water. She threw the post and newspapers on the kitchen table and thought about how she would make a nice cup of tea and some toast before hitting the shower and then bed.
As the papers landed on her table the top one unraveled and when she saw the headline she felt as though she had been stomach punched. There in big bold black next to a photo of Sherlock in the deer stalker hat was the headline:
Shag-A-Lot Holmes.
I always wondered how Molly would react to those newspapers! Let me know what you think so far. Review, review, review...pretty please.