Demons
Hello! I've decided to start a fanfiction were each one is based on a song. This one is Demons by Imagine Dragons (an amazing song by an amazing band you need to check out) Please comment your favorite songs and I will make a fanfiction for you. You can also comment your favorite ships
Molly ran out of 221B Baker Street into the pouring rain. They had another fight. They had been having more and more. Sherlock ran after her.
Sherlock had staggered into the flat. He was clutching his side and he had a bloody nose. He collapsed on to the floor. "Sherlock!" Molly yelled. She help him to the couch. She got him some tissue for this bloody nose and ice for his bruised side. "What happened?" Molly asked with concern. "Case" Sherlock murmured. Molly sank into the nearest chair, "God Sherlock, what happened?" Molly sighed. "Hired thugs came to stop me from completing my current case" He paused, "By any means necessary" Molly's hands covered her mouth, "Oh my God! Are you alright?"
"Molly! Molly please! I'm sorry! Molly please wait!" Sherlock yelled as he staggered forward. Molly stopped and turned around, "Why should I Sherlock? Why? You've broken my heart to many times, you've ran out of chances" Molly said teary eyed in the rain. "Molly please! I'm so sorry! Molly! I love you!" Sherlock yelled. "How am I supposed to believe that Sherlock? How? After all you've done. Maybe there right. Maybe the only person you care about is yourself!" She yelled.
"I'm fine. Except maybe a few broken ribs and a broken nose" Sherlock said. Molly put her head in her hands. "It's fine? It's fine? It's not fine Sherlock! You could have died!" Molly yelled. "Well I'm not dead, as you can see" He said. "Not yet anyway, but what about next time Sherlock? What if next time you don't come back?" Molly said. "Molly, if I've come back this many times, you should know by now I can handle it" Sherlock said evenly. "That's my point Sherlock! You're pushing fate and eventually you're going to fall through. Do you know what that would do to me? If you died". "You'd get over me" "NO I WOULDN'T!"
"Molly please! You don't understand…" Sherlock started but was cut short. "That's always it isn't it? I don't understand, but you do. You always do, because you're Sherlock Holmes and you know everything!" Molly yelled through her streams of tears. "Not like that. You don't understand what you are to me…" Sherlock said, tears threatening to come through. "Then what am I Sherlock? Another one of your experiments? Something you can push, pull and manipulate until break? Well guess what? You found my breaking point!" Molly yelled.
Sherlock looked shocked at the sudden outburst, "What are you talking about?" He said. "You Sherlock! I love you. If you were to die I would shatter like glass! I've never felt the same kind of love I have felt for you" Molly said. "Don't be ridiculous, if I were to die, you could find a much more suitable partner" Sherlock said calmly. "No I couldn't! Imagine if I were to die, do you think you could get over me?" Molly said. "Well in essence, I could move on with my life…" Sherlock said. Molly was shocked. "Thanks Sherlock, you really make me feel loved!" Molly yelled.
"Molly please just listen" Sherlock pleaded. "No, it's your turn to listen. You are an arrogant self-obsessed jerk who only cares about himself!" Molly yelled. "Molly I'm sorry just please let me speak" Sherlock begged, "Fine" Molly said harshly. "You are right, I am an arrogant self-obsessed jerk, but I don't care about myself. I care about you. And I wanted to hide the truth, I wanted to shelter you, but with this beast inside, there's nowhere we can hide"
"Molly, you know I was talking literally, not actually" Sherlock said. "Well you're a literal person! " Molly yelled. "And what did you mean I'd find a more suitable partner?" Molly asked. "You know, someone more like you. Someone more on your level." Sherlock said. "Someone more on my level?" "Yes, someone ordinary, not like me and more like you, someone more ordinary" Sherlock said, she deserved someone who could treat her properly. "That's it" Molly said, storming out of the flat.
Sherlock walked toward Molly until they were only inches apart. Their eyes were locked. "Molly look into my eyes. And I need you to see the demons in them. The demons in me. Some think I am a saint made of gold. But if you look into my eyes, you can see were my demons hide. And I have lots of greed, but you. You are my kingdom come. You Molly Hooper are my kingdom come. And I've rarely let people come close, so they can see how dark I am inside. And now I've made such a mess. Molly, I don't want to let you down. This is all for you. It's always been for you. So now I don't want to hide the truth. My eyes are filled with hidden demons but yours, yours eyes shine so bright. I want you to keep that light. And I can't escape this now. And you're the reason I've made this far somehow."
The two with tears coming down there cheeks. They looked at each other and found an understanding, they leaned forward and embraced each other in the pouring rain.