The Flames on the Water

by littleoddstar

What if Moriarty's phone hadn't rung? What if Sherlock pulled the trigger, and their world descended into fire and smoke and chlorinated water stained with blood? This is (somewhat) Molly Hooper's story. (If you have the time to do so, please leave a review detailing how much you hate the plot bunny (yes plot bunny, everyone hates you. Go jump off Bart's))

1. Fire and Smoke

The Flaming Waters

Disclaimer: No, I don't own Sherlock. Not even a tiny bit.

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Yay, Back to angst! Oh mon dieu...

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The gun went off and there was chaos.

Explosions racked the air, echoing around the pool enclosure, but these were muffled when the force of the bomb pushed them over the edge and there was sharp jabs in their chests and a crunch noise from someone and they fell into the chlorinated water. Then there were vibration that shook the salt-tinged water and made their ears pop, and their lungs were crying out for air air air but they couldn't go up, not yet, because through the blur of the water they could see the orange yellow red flames. Then, when it became too much and the orange above the water had abided somewhat, one of them pulled the other. Their heads burst out of the water, gasping the smoke-tainted air and hearing sirens over the roar of the flames.

Time passed as it always seemed to but slower and they clung to each-other, bobbing up and down and the water was red but not because of the fire. Then there was people shouting and yelling and pulling them out of the water and forcing them away from each-other but it was through a blackened haze. Then they were lying down and moving and there was even more noise and people crying and tubes being forced down throats and machines beeping. then there was silence and black.

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This is short but you'll soon hate me.