Hello again readers. This has been sitting in my laptop for months and I have been dying to publish it and possibly make it into a full story. I know I am way behind on Defying Logic and Matters of the Heart but I plan to update both of those very soon before I have to go back to classes and schoolwork. Please let me know if this is definitely worth making into a full story. Enjoy!
Chapter One
Molly POV
I have to get to Baker Street. I must…get to Sherlock. My thoughts motivated me forward, through the terrible pain in my shoulder. I pull my black coat closer to hide the crimson stains. My eyes flicks back and forth as I continue to make my way down the sidewalk. I don't want to draw attention but it's hard to hide the ragged gasps that escape my lips. Soon my lungs will give up even trying to take in a breath.
I don't want to die. I try to drive that thought out. I will not let fear get in my way. I have seen my fair share of the aftermath of murder. I just never thought I could ever become a victim. Through my hazy vision I can see the red awning. It's like a beacon of hope. I'm almost there I just have to hold on a little longer. I finally make it to the black door, the gold letters spelling out 221B Baker Street.
My legs threaten to buckle but I will myself to keep myself upright and my posture normal. A woman just passing on the sidewalk was already giving me a curious stare. Through the door I can hear the wail of a violin. The sound is so soothing. To my immense relief the knob turns underneath my hand. It takes me a minute to open it all the way, the blood on my hands was making it slippery. I open the door carefully. The violin continues its mournful melody. I close the door as softly as I can. My knees threaten to give out on me again. My lungs burn and ache. I try to keep my ragged breaths and gasps on low volume. I definitely don't need Mrs. Hudson coming in on me and seeing me like this. I just need to get upstairs. I focused on the shrill wail as I climb the steps, gripping the wall as hard as I can for support. I make it to the first landing, the door just a flight ahead. I can't stay upright any longer. The carpet is rough against my hands as I collapse. The violin stops.
"Sherlock" I whisper. I slump in the corner. Black spots in my vision threaten to swallow me. I hear the door to his flat open. I vaguely feel myself sliding sideways only to feel strong hands grab me before I can touch the floor. My eyes will not stay open.
"Molly! Molly can you hear me?" The voice is familiar, sounding so far away. Buts it's not that deep baritone that I know and love. It's John Watson's voice.
"What is it John?" The voice I need to hear says. I try to pry my eyes open. To see his face…one last time.
"It's Molly she's badly hurt." John replied, his voice filled with alarm.
"Bring her in here quickly!" Sherlock said. I could almost swear he sounded concerned or even scared. I'm being lifted off the ground. I try once again to get my eyes open. All I can see is a blur of colors before they close again. My body feels heavy as I'm lowered onto a soft couch. I don't think I can stay conscious for much longer. I swallow and my lips part to say the one word Sherlock needs to know. Once he did he would know what to do but no words came. I move my lips again, not a single syllable escapes. Just at strangled breath.
"What? What are you trying to say?" John asks. He's so close I can feel his breath stir my hair.
"Out of my way John." Sherlock says and then he is beside me. I can smell the familiar scent of tobacco and cologne. His hand is so warm when he takes mine.
"Molly it's Sherlock. Who did this to you? Tell me" His voice is urgent. I take in a breath that's not nearly enough and I use every last bit of my strength. My eyes open and I blink. He is a blur for a moment, all I can see is pale skin and black hair. Then he comes into focus. The shock of dark curls, the high cheekbones, the lips that I used to study so much wanting nothing more than to kiss them. Then I'm drowning in those bright blue eyes. They study me expectantly as he kneels beside me. I feel the corners of my mouth tug into a small smile. It's not worth trying to talk again.
"Molly please." I want him to say my name again and again. But I'm slipping away. I want to just to make the pain stop.
"No! Stay with me Molly stay with me…" That's the last thing I hear before everything goes hazy and I'm floating away.
Sherlock POV
My heart twisted painfully in my chest as her eyes closed and her hand went limp in my grasp. I check to see if she was still breathing and was relieved to find a weak pulse. The unfamiliar feelings warring inside my chest is disorienting.
"Let me check her wounds." I hear John say and I move aside. He peels away the folds of her coat and I take in a sharp breath. Her rainbow jumper has a blood stain spreading across it from her shoulder. John curses under his breath as he disappears into the bathroom and quickly comes back with one of our towels. He balls it up and presses it on the wound.
"Sherlock." John says but I don't hear him. I feel light headed and cold. I can't feel anymore. I don't even feel a jab as I gaze at Molly's face that is turning paler by the minute. The blood has almost soaked through the cloth. The stab wounds are too deep.
"Where's that bloody ambulance it should have been here by now." John growls and checks her pulse. "She doesn't have much longer she's losing too much blood. What kind of monster would do such a thing to her?" I don't answer and John looks at me for the first time since Molly showed up. I can tell that his gaze is questioning. But I don't look at him. I keep my eyes set on Molly's face. I hear sirens and seconds after the pounding of footsteps.
"What's happened?" I hear Lestrade ask loudly as him and the paramedics enter the room.
"Please step aside sir." The medic says but I don't move.
"Sherlock they need to get to Molly." John says. I feel rooted to the spot. With a growl John grabs my arm and forcibly pulls me away from her. I glance at Lestrade who is standing very still, shock clearly on his face.
"How?"
His words all of a sudden anger me "I don't have an answer for that yet but if you would stop flapping your lips I might be able to think!" I snarl at him. Lestrade, ever used to my moods just sighs.
"Sherlock in I were just relaxing in the sitting room. Sherlock was playing the violin and I was reading the paper. I thought I heard someone coming up the stairs but I couldn't tell for sure over the noise. I made Sherlock stop for a moment and that's when I could hear footsteps coming up the stairs. When I opened the door I found Molly collapsed on the landing." I hear John explain to Galvin. Or is it Garrett? Nevermind inconsequential information. I sink into my mind palace and I immediately get an idea.
"We should look for her things once we get to Barts there's no time to lose." I say and the medics start to gently take Molly down the stairs on a gurney. She still hasn't regained consciousness but I see some breath fogging up the oxygen mask.
"Good idea." John agrees "I'll come with you." I think I hear John say but I'm already following the medics down the stairs where a very alarmed Mrs. Hudson watches the commotion. John briefly stops to reassure her.
"I'll take a cab meet you there." John calls as I climb into the ambulance. I take a hold of Molly's hand. It is too cold and I squeeze it. I shouldn't wait for her to respond but I do anyway. But it never comes. Instead the monitor flat lines and my heart nearly stops with hers. The two medics on board immediately push my hand aside and start to cut off her jumper. I can't watch as they charge up defibrillators and press them onto her chest. I can hear her body convulse but I keep my hands buried in my face. I can't believe this is happening. That I could very well lose her right here and now. I vowed to never have sentiment towards another being. But for some reason I could not keep it that way.
I should have told her how I felt about her I thought to myself. But instead I acted like a total git.
But then I hear a single beep on the monitor. I look up to see another beep sound on the machine.
"We have a pulse." Says one of the medics. I feel a rush of relief. She can still make it through this. I put my head in my hands again and through my fingers I can see a piece of paper lying on the metal floor. Curious I pick it up and the medics take no notice. I feel come over me when I should be feeling excitement. I know this is a clue but I am afraid to see what it has to say. With shaking hands I unfold the paper and read the words written out in red ink with elegant script:
Did you miss me?- M
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