Hey guys, been a long time since a new story, and this is my first Sherlock story on here. Also, I used to be Jedi Master Skye Skywalker, but now I'm The Lady of the Fandoms, in case any of my followers were confused. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this fic!
Diclaimer: I do not own BBC's Sherlock. Just my oc, who will officially appear later in the story.
Tainted Jade
Chapter 1: One Dreary Night
It was a rainy, dreary night, much like the one which that terrible accident happened on. In the hospital room, the machines voiced the dread in the air.
"It's pretty bad. There's nothing more we can do for her. The machines are the only thing keeping her alive now. I'm sorry." The doctor said with sympathy.
The family nodded, deciding this was her last night. But before the machine could be unplugged and silence fill the room, little hands carefully wrapped a jacket around the still body's arms, "To keep you warm and dry." The little one hugged her and began to cry. In between the sobs, "I love you." could barely be heard.
This was thought to be their last goodbye.
Later, in the morgue...
Some one walked over to the slab where the same body lay. "Poor girl..." Molly Hooper said as she examined the body. "You're very kind to be such good company while I ranted your head off. Not literally though..." After a moment, Molly laughed, "As Sherlock would say, 'Don't make jokes Molly.'..." She sighed as she slid the slab in. Walking across the room to get her coat, Molly discarded her gloves in the bin. She made a quick stop by lab before leaving St. Barts. She picked up a few things and went to call a cab. They arrived at 221B Baker Street, she went it, and knocked on the door upstairs.
Sherlock opened the door "Molly."
"Hey, just dropping by to give you the results you wanted."
"Thank you, Molly." Ever since he returned "from the dead", he tried to treat her better. After all, he did appreciate her, but things were different now... He tried to do the same with John, Mrs. Hudson, Lestrade, and other people too.
"Well, I best be going. See ya." Molly turned and headed down the stairs.
Sherlock closed the door and set the vials and various things Molly had brought on the table. There was a noise just then, like a book falling from a shelf, that made him turn his head. High on alert.
It doesn't really qualify for a chapter, and sorry if it's bland, but there you go! The first part of the story. Reviews are much appreciated, and stay tuned for the rest!