So I'm 100% new to this, and I just had to get this idea out there. Inspired by a lovely RP I did a while ago.

Please don't be too harsh with me; I'm so nervous about posting this! Not quite sure how I intend to go with this; I suppose it depends on the interest shown.

Rated T for language, mentions of domestic abuse and connotation of sexual abuse.

Grammar mistakes are inevitable. Actually, general mistakes are inevitable. Characters belong to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle/BBC Sherlock/Me.


Molly Hooper had always been a quiet girl. She was the quiet, only child in the Hooper family. She was the quiet, lonely girl at school who just didn't quitefit in with her peers. She was the quiet girl in medical school who chose to study the anatomy of dead bodies. She was the quiet girl completely infatuated with the great consulting detective Sherlock Holmes. Molly Hooper was quiet. Molly Hooper was quiet now, hiding from the world what her current boyfriend- Daniel Pegg- had done to her. As she sat with her aching head resting uneasily in the corner of her once peaceful and serene front room, Molly knew she had a decision to make. She couldn't go to the police. No. It was too shameful. Molly had hid the bruises well; long sleeve shirts certainly did the trick. But no. Molly couldn't go to the police, because in her heart of hearts, Molly knew Daniel would come back for her. And if he found out she'd called the police on him… It was unspeakable, unthinkable in Molly's mind of what he may do to her. So Molly decided to stop this pain, but in a way that meant Daniel wouldn't come back for her. Because he couldn't come back for her. Because he would be dead.

Yes.

Molly's shaking hands stopped wiping the tears from her cheeks as she stared at her mobile once more, as she prepared to make the call. The call to Jim Moriarty. After all- Molly couldn't get rid of Daniel herself. But Jim could. Jim would… Wouldn't he?

A final deep breath gave Molly the inner sanctuary of a promise of safety as she pressed the dial button. It was ironic, really. She was calling the most dangerous criminal mastermind in the world for safety. But at this moment, it was the only option.

Three dials later, Molly's heart stopped. Or in other words, the call was answered.

"…Hello?" That wasn't Jim's voice. But it was a voice Molly recognised. That was the voice of Sebastian Moran. It didn't matter that it wasn't Jim; Molly still knew the man on the other side of the phone call was very, very dangerous. And probably far less merciful to Molly than what Jim would be, but she couldn't be sure.

However- Molly had hope. She had met Sebastian Moran once before. Of course, she had no idea of his true identity, in that beautiful time in her life that she hadn't known Jim's either. Jim from IT had simply insisted they pair met, and on a quiet July night, Jim introduced Molly and Sebastian, in a dimly lit pub where Molly and Jim had spent their first date. Of course, Molly had no inclination that the man she shook hands with was an assassin.

After being brought into the light Jim's true identity, Molly decided it was time she did her research. After hours of being interviewed by the police, they'd finally let her go sometime at 3am in the morning. DI Lestrade had been easy on her, just making sure she didn't know anything about Jim's whereabouts. Molly has to admit, being her did have its advantages. They were quaint, but convincing DI Lestrade she'd dropped her phone down the toilet and lost his number didn't take much effort. Molly assured the Yard she knew nothing- because she didn't. But even then, in a room with people who could arrest her instantly; she lied and didn't give them Jim's number. Instead, once they released her, Molly made her way home shattered, alone, confused and more than anything terrified. She'd dumped Jim the second she was informed of what Sherlock had described 'criminal web', and truthfully, Jim took it well. Too well. A nod, smirk, and simple 'Goodbye, Molly Hooper' was all she got, and at that, James Moriarty walked out of her life. And right now, Molly was regrettably giving him the permission to walk right back in. It wasn't until 10am that it struck Molly that she could do some research on Sebastian- she wasn't going to tell the police; but she wanted information, for her own sanity.

"H-Hello…" Molly rolled her eyes as she muffled a greeting to Sebastian through her sobs- she had promised herself beforehand that she wouldn't cry, but it was useless. She was finally going to tell someone. And it was going to be Sebastian Moran, whether she liked it or not. "It's… It's Molly Hooper, I'm sure you don't remember me."

"Jesus, Molly are you alright? Of course I remember you. Are you… crying?" There was something about the concern lining Sebastian's deep voice that slightly soothed Molly.

"I'm… Yes, I was wondering if Jim was there…" She was being stupid. Of course Jim wasn't there, and even if he were, he wouldn't care.

"No, he's out on… business. Moll, what's wrong? Tell me." Frustration blatantly echoed in Sebastian's tones as he spoke to Molly over the phone. Over what, Molly couldn't be certain. But certain tranquillity aired Sebastian, as unusual as it were. But it was true; Molly was happy she was speaking to someone who made her feel so calm.

"I… I've got a problem." Molly gulped, preparing herself to speak the words of why she was making this call. Molly was about to confess what Daniel had done to her. With a deep breath, Molly closed her eyes and continued. "…I've been seeing someone… Someone who has done some…" Molly's voice cracked, but in a futile attempt to remain strong, she proceeded. "…. Very bad things. To me."

A pause. A very faint, almost inaudible growl met Molly's ears through the device. "…What. Molly, tell me… What… What bad things?"

Another deep breath. Another pause. Another gulp. "He's… been hurting me. And he… He…" It was simple and straight forward, Molly just couldn't say the… Other thing. It was too painful. Just too humiliating. "Please… Please just help me; I can't go to the police, please, please…" Inside her hammering chest, Molly could feel her heart rate increase as she pulled her knees even closer to her chest, clenching her muscles in a feeble attempt to restrain shaking.

"Molly, don't leave your house. I'm coming over. Stay where you are." There was urgency in Sebastian's voice that shocked Molly, his words sounded upset. No not upset- Angry. He sounded very, very angry. Molly breathed an OK down the line to Moran as she hung up the phone, dropping it beside her as she curled tighter into a ball. Hyperventilation was becoming a common occurrence for Molly, and right now, it seemed nothing but appropriate. She'd finally done it. She'd finally given someone just an idea of the horrors that had been tormenting her waking and sleeping moments over the past 4 months. Truly- Daniel had seemed a nice man- Molly never would have gotten involved with someone as corrupt as Daniel knowingly. Daniel had decent money, was handsome, strong. In summation, Daniel seemed totally and utterly harmless. But 2 months into the relationship, he lost his way, and a lot of money at the bank. He became stressed. He became stressed to the point of pure and unquenchable anger, with only one thing to let his anger out on. Molly. If she guessed correctly, Daniel would probably be down at some pub right now getting drunk. If it had been a usual night, he'd come home tonight pretty much off his face, cursing the world, and ultimately letting his rage out on Molly. This thought ran through her mind as she heard the door unlock, and a person, definitely male, step inside.

"…Molly? Molly where are you?" Relief coursed through her veins as she recognised the warm voice of Sebastian Moran, beyond exhilarated with peace that Daniel hadn't been the one in her home.

"…Here." Slowly, Molly began to uncurl from her ball in the corner of her front room, as Sebastian laid his eyes on her weak frame. However excruciating, Molly clung onto the wall as she pulled herself up into a stance, biting harshly down on her gums to retain tears from the pain this was causing her. "I… Hi, Sebastian."

Seb's eyes widened as he watched the broken girl stand opposite him, and immediately realized the enormity of what Molly had confessed to him. She was hurt definitely far worse than what he'd imagined. Molly. Sweet, adorable Molly had been hurt by some sick bastard. Seb couldn't say he hadn't hurt his fair share- beyond his fair share of humans in his life, but hurting an innocent woman to this extent meant whoever did this were sure to rot in hell- a fate Sebastian had always accepted he was doomed. As anger plummeted through his system, Seb swore he'd be the one to put him there.

"Jesus, Kitten, here…" Gulping down his rage, Seb swiftly made his way across Molly's front room and held her steadily, careful not to damage any possible injuries. "Where has he…? What has he done to you?"

With a sniff and a gulp, Molly slowly undid the scarf around her neck, showing a collarbone and shoulders littered with bruises and cuts here and there. Slowing her actions, Molly also began rolling up her sleeves to show yellow, blue, and black bruises along her fragile, delicate arms. "I… He… He did this."

Seb could feel his skin lurch and insides flip with pure rage at what he was seeing. Clenching his fists, Seb took a deep, toothy breath of anger and cleared his throat. "…How long. How long has he been doing this?"

"I… I… About 2 months. I don't know… I'm sorry, I don't know. I'm sorry…"

"You're sorry? You're sorry? Molly, you have nothing to be sorry for! The sick bastard who did this to you has something to be sorry for. Kitten, you're coming with me. I am not; I am not going to let him hurt you, ever again." Seb finished with a deep breath of bewilderment and ran his hands through his light hair. "Sorry for shouting, I… There's a car outside. I'll get someone to pack your things. Don't argue-you're safe. No one is going to hurt you ever again. Over my dead body. I swear to you, no one is going to hurt you again."

Gently, as if afraid to break a china doll, Seb placed an arm gently round Molly, and slowly lead her out through the back door, into a black, tainted windowed Mercedes sitting with an omnipotent presence over the cobbled road behind Molly's house. Soon enough, they were sitting in the back, after Sebastian had half lead, half carried Molly to the door, careful to avoid any of her injures.

"…I… Thank you." Molly looked up at Sebastian, who was sitting on her right looking out the windows of the purring Mercedes. Molly could clearly see had his fists balled, showing light veins over his scarred, and muscular arms. "…For doing this. Thank you." Molly mumbled, as per usual, and absentmindedly began to circle her left wrist with her right hand fingers, tracing delicate patterns over the paintings of pain inflicted by Simon Pegg. The gut wrenching echoes of what she'd been through.

Sebastian looked at Molly, sweet, adorable, good hearted Molly who sat on the left side of Sebastian. She deserved none of this. She deserved happiness, someone who would treat her right. Molly was good. Molly deserved better. Molly deserved the best. Why couldn't people see that? She was beautiful, quiet, kind, adorable beyond comprehension, dainty, pure, everything Sebastian wasn't. Okay- Sebastian was pretty beautiful. A lot beautiful, actually. Hundreds of girls had whispered that to Seb in the dead of the night as Seb shared a bed with countless females over his 33 years, none of which had stayed around. In the end, Seb always grew tired. One hot girl after the next. None of them were right for him. But Sebastian wasn't a good man. Seb knew that his conscience was bloody, his hands the hands of a killer. Seb hated himself, it was simple. "… It's fine." Not a very interesting line, but Seb was too immersed in his thoughts of how many ways he could put the bastard who did this to Molly in enough pain for justice to be met. Seb didn't know how he'd do it, but all he was certain of was that soon, the man who'd put Molly in this pain would soon wish he'd never been born.

Seb knew the journey was a long one, and however there was only 5 minutes left until Molly and he arrived at his apartment, he just couldn't stand the silence anymore. "Kitten…" He looked up at the girl sitting parallel him, ignoring the overwhelming urge to hold her close, to stop her shaking and tell her everything was OK now, that he was there, that he would protect her. "… There was something you were going to say. You said he hurt you, and then you trailed off what… What were you going to say?"

Molly winced and closed her eyes furtively; she knew this question would arise. She had learned to handle the physical pain she'd been through during this whole ordeal, but not the emotional. Not the thing that had affected her the most. The scar that wouldn't fade. "He…" Looking up, and for the first time, Molly met Sebastian's eye. No words were spoken; there was no need. The look in Molly's eyes spoke it all. The worry that Sebastian had was now confirmed. Sebastian Moran wasn't a good man. He'd accepted that about himself. But there are some crimes, some disgusting unforgivable crimes that would never but justifiable, and Sebastian would never commit. The thought that someone could possible do such a thing to someone so good, so honest, so kind, was wrong. There were no other words. It was just wrong.

And then that moment ended. The soft purr of the engine stopped, and Molly finally broke the eye contact by dropping her gaze to her knees, fumbling open her seatbelt, careful not to do anything too drastic, she didn't want any further injuries. Seb paused, and in a moment was out of the car and helping Molly out of the passenger door at the other side. Seeing his effort made something in Molly stir. For the first time in months, a small smile cracked onto Molly's face as she let Seb wrap his arm around her, meaning she didn't have to put too much weight on her injured body.

Molly looked about her surroundings in awe, ahead of her stood a minimalistic wooden apartment surrounded by and array of forestry and a pool along the far right side of the patio.

"You… This is really. You have a really nice house." It was truly beautiful, simplistic. Understated but perfect. It didn't take Molly much of a deduction to work out that Jim probably bought this place for Seb.

"Thanks. We're still in London, just on the outskirts. Here…" Sebastian paused as he gently rested Molly down on the ground as he unlocked the front door, reaching in his pocket for his keys. From Molly's view, she could clearly see a gun sitting in Sebastian's pocket.

Sebastian didn't miss a thing, and noticed instantly the uneasy gaze Molly was giving his pocket, guessing that she'd obviously seen the gun. "Don't worry, its protocol, Jim insists all employees and associates carry one at all times." He finished with a reassuring smile as he unlocked the door, leading Molly into the apartment that Molly could have only seen in pictures. The geek inside her instantly thought of the Cullen house, it had that minimalistic beauty about it.

A smile again cracked onto Molly's features, causing the fading black eye over her right eye receive a wash of hurt, immediately resulting in Molly's face to wince in pain.

Again, Sebastian was sharp at noticing Molly's hurt. Seb instantly ached at seeing Molly's pain. Every time he looked at her (which was slowly becoming more and more frequent), he could see just that much clearer how badly she'd been hurt, and it made Sebastian's insides rage. The world was a terrible place. Why should he live a life of money and (practically) no pain, and someone as innocent as Molly had this inflicted upon her? A wave similar to brotherly protection overcame Seb as he led her into the front room, gently resting a hand on the nape of her back, guiding her to sit on the couch, again, cautious of her injures.

"Wait here, I'll be back. I need to make a call."

And at that, Sebastian stood, nodding at the broken angel sitting on the couch below him and swiftly left the room, pulling out his iPhone. He certainly had some explaining to do.