Title: A Whole Different Story
Rating: M
Pairings: Sherlock/Molly and John/Mary
Warnings: Strong implications of rape and some steamy scenes later.
Summary: Doctor Molly Hooper was a perfectly normal English woman. It was just her human friends who were not-so-normal. But Sherlock Holmes, Consulting Detective, was a whole different story. However, the friendship between Molly and Sherlock would suddenly become tested, unknown to both parties involved.
Disclaimer: The characters are the brainchild of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Mark Gatiss and Steven Moffat. I only own the plot changes.
Authors Notes: Well, here it is! If you like it, send me a review! If you don't like it, send me a review! Just review, I love constructive criticism!
Doctor Molly Hooper was a perfectly normal English woman. Her appearance was average, with light brown hair and a thin body which she kept dressed in comfortable clothes, if not always stylish. She had a full-time job at St. Bart's as a pathologist, which she absolutely loved. Her Pomeranian named Toby kept her company in her small flat. It was just her human friends who were not-so-normal, if she could call them "friends." John Watson was quite nice to her when they occasionally passed each other in St. Bart's while on a case. But Sherlock Holmes, Consulting Detective, was a whole different story.
Her feelings toward him were quite obvious to all others, with the exception of the man on the receiving end. Molly wasn't even sure if he had ever had any feelings for a woman. Or any person, excluding his friend John. However, the friendship between Molly and Sherlock would suddenly become tested, unknown to both parties involved.
"Hey Molly, I'm heading out. You should think about doing the same." Her co-worker poked her head into the morgue, seeing Molly sitting at her cluttered desk, chewing on the pen cap. "You've been working a bit later than usual."
"Oh, yeah. I'm almost done here." She put her pen down and faced her friend, throwing her a friendly smile. "I've just been finishing up with some paperwork. I'll be through in a minute."
"Well, if you need help, just call." Audrey offered with a smile. "Night, Molly."
After a while, the sun started to set. Molly put her head in her hands and heaved a big sigh, looking at all the work she had to complete over the weekend. She had been working late at St. Barts all week and couldn't wait to go home. She packed up her things in a hurry, shoving odds and ends into her small messenger bag. Slinging her work-filled tote over her shoulder, she flicked the lights off and headed towards the door. It was locked.
"Hmm." Audrey had probably flicked the lock on her way out. Molly reached into her bag and shuffled around for her keys, freezing when she heard a voice.
"Hello, Molly." Her heart skipped a beat and she whipped around as her bag slid to the floor, blindly searching for the intruder. The menacing, unfamiliar voice spoke from the back of the morgue. "Fancy meeting you here."
Molly stuttered, breathing heavily. "Wh-What are you doing here? Who are you?"
"Oh, I'm just...passing through. I'm a friend of Sherlock's." His voice got closer and closer to Molly, circling her. "How is he? Have you seen him lately?" The man's voice was getting closer.
"Uh, I-I dunno. What do you want from me?" Molly crept away from the voice in the darkness. Hands shaking, she tried the other door, but it was locked too.
"Oh, Molly Hooper. I don't need anything from you." Molly fished around in her pockets for her cellphone, coming up empty. It was in the bag she had dropped by the door. Her escape options were becoming more limited. She could feel herself getting desperate and breathing more heavily, her heart pounding in her ears.
"Then wh-why are you-" Molly stuttered nervously.
"Oh, I'm just doing an experiment. It involves you...and Sherlock."
Molly perked up, still avoiding the stranger in the dark as best she could. She was trying to buy time to find her keys, or at least a weapon. "Sherlock? Why would you want him?"
"Well, now that Jim's dead and gone, I'm in charge. And I don't think I'm quite finished with him yet." He was associated with Jim?
He suddenly grabbed her firmly around the waist and held her against his body."I want to break him. Starting with you."
Molly gasped, realizing his intentions and struggled to break his grip from her wrist and back. Her blood raced, her pulse pounding in her ears. Molly screamed. She hit his chest over and over with her hands. She kicked his legs wildly with her feet. That only seemed to make him angry, and he slapped her harshly across the face. She fell to the floor, landing on her arm.
Gasping in pain, she tried to crawl away. The man kicked her straight in the side, her body slamming into a filing cabinet, pain shooting across her torso. Molly had no time to recover and gather her senses before he snarled and pinned her hips between his man ripped her button-down blouse down the front. Buttons flew all over. Crying, she squirmed under him and screamed at him to let her up.
"Let's just see how much it takes to make you break."
Molly screamed.
She woke with a start. It was completely dark in the morgue, the bitter smell of blood permeating the air. The memory of being violated rushed back to her. Molly began to breathe heavily as she looked over herself. Her clothes were in tatters, side and midsection were aching. She felt her shoulder and decided that it was broken, a pained gasp exiting from her. Molly sat up slowly and looked down, seeing blood stains smeared between her thighs. This caused her to scream loudly, and she heard knocking on the morgue door.
"Molly?" The voice was deep and familiar, making her cry even more. She heard him trying the door, but it was still locked.
"Lestrade? Help me! Help me, please!"
"I'm breaking the door, Molly, brace yourself!" She leaned up against the wall while the Detective Inspector shot the lock. He turned on the lights and raced in. Lestrade knelt next to her and looked over her quickly, eyes widening. "Molly, who did this to you?"
She shook her head, tears streaming down her face. "I don't know, please just help me."
"Okay, I'm going to go get a nurse to help you, Molly. I'm not leaving, I will be right back, I'm only going into the hall." She closed her eyes and nodded, trying to get her sobbing under control, but not being able to. He touched her face gently before jumping up and running toward the door. "You! Get over here! An employee's been assaulted!" Molly heard two pairs of footsteps running toward her.
"Oh god, Molly." Her eyes flew open as she took in the sight of John Watson with a shocked look on his face.
"Help me, please," she whimpered. His hands slid underneath her frail body and lifted her into his arms gently. "Molly, I'm going to take you to the emergency ward. Just hold tight, I'm going to help you." Molly turned her head into his shoulder, staining his jumper with her seemingly-endless flood of tears and hiccups. She felt him racing through the brightly-lit hallways. Peeking outside a nearby window, she could see that it was still dark.
All she remembered before blacking out for the second time that night was the slight back-and-forth motion her body made as John ran quickly but carefully through the sterile hallways of St. Barts.
