*AN: This chapter was my original plan for the fic. This chapter is Angst the next chapter is a Sherlolly rewrite. the chapters are mutually exclusive.
Songfic. Eleanor Rigby by the BEATLES
Anything you recignise is not mine.
[Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people]
Two lonely people. They walk the earth, always alone. Maybe one day they'll find each other...
[Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for?]
Molly Hooper works a cold and lonely job in morgue.
No one really likes her so she returns home while her associates go out for some pints.
She always tries to "doll up" for the Consulting Detective that stops by a lot. He ignores her.
She returns home alone.
[All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?]
Some people believe in soulmates. Your perfect match who looks will travel with you throughout eternity. So you're never alone.
Some say God has a plan and everything happens for a reason.
Still there are lonely people on the earth.
No soulmate.
No higher purpose.
No point.
[Father McKenzie writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near
Look at him working, darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there
What does he care?]
Sherlock Holmes is a consulting detective, the only one in the world.
He was labeled a freak. A sociopath. He had no friends. He didn't need them.
The girl at the morgue has a crush on him. It only makes her easier to manipulate.
He acts like he doesn't care. Maybe he does.
[All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?]
James Moriarty, the consulting criminal, is out for Sherlock Holmes' blood. He has a plan, the Reichenbach Fall. To burn Sherlock's heart out.
He'll have to try harder than that to find something even remotely resembling a heart.
[Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people]
Three snipers. Three bullets. Three targets.
The closest people to Sherlock will die.
DI Lestrade, Mrs. Hudson, and Molly Hooper.
Either Sherlock dies or they do.
[Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father McKenzie wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved]
Molly Hooper was buried in the cemetery three days later. Only Sherlock Holmes showed up.
He had two more funerals to attend. He was slightly sad about the passing of his landlady, but she was old, she would have passed soon anyway.
He was mildly irritated but the death of DI Lestrade; after all he gave him cases to occupy his mind.
But Molly Hooper, sweet innocent Molly Hooper, she died because her life was ruled by sentiment. She made a mistake and it would be her last. She was replaceable, he didn't mourn.
No one was saved.
[All the lonely people (Ah, look at all the lonely people)
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people (Ah, look at all the lonely people)
Where do they all belong?]
Alone is what I have. Alone protects me...
**AN: It's another sad angsty ending (my favorite kind to write). For a happy ending read next Chapter
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