Chapter 1: Anger Filled Regret


Molly Hooper had been having a bad day, A person had spilled coffee over her accidentally causing her to have to go all the way back home to get changed and this caused her to be late for work; On top of all that her bills were piling up and she just wasn't in the mood that cold and dim Friday morning,

"Morning Molly, I need access to the corpse of one, Mr Jenkins. He was brought in this morning" Sherlock told her instantly as he walked into the lab followed by John and Molly sighed,

"Sorry Sherlock but I was late this morning. You'll have to speak to Robert; He's the pathologist that will have dealt with Jenkins" she explained and Sherlock sighed,

"Well I can't say that I'm not disappointed, Miss Hooper. Being late to work? I expected more from you" he scolded lightly and John gave the detective a warning look,

"Sherlock, give her a break" John said but Molly practically slammed her pen down on the table that she had been using to sign some documents,

"No you know what, John? He's right. I shouldn't have been late to work. God forbid I make a mistake that causes an inconvenience to the great Sherlock Holmes" she said firmly but Sherlock did not seem fazed,

"I am sure you are aware that my word's were not meant in that way, Miss Hooper" he said simply and she threw her hands in the air frustrated,

"Molly! My name is Molly!" she yelled and Sherlock raised an eyebrow confused by her reaction,

"Yes, I am aware of that" he replied,

"Then use it! For god's sake, Sherlock. Speak to me like I'm your equal!" she yelled before sighing,

"But I guess I never will be will I?" she murmured before removing her lap coat,

"Robert!" she called and he came out of the office,

"Yeah, Mol?" he asked but Molly didn't take her sad gaze off Sherlock,

"Deal with Mr Holmes. I'm going home, I'm suddenly not feeling very well" she said simply, tossing her coat on the table before grabbing her regular coat and bag off the coat hook and left despite John calling after her as the detective simply went to making his request to see Mr Jenkins's body to Robert.


Molly got soaking wet from the rain as she walked home but the moisture that slowly fell from her eyes was certainly not caused by the rain,

"Sorrow in your life, Miss?" a voice asked causing Molly to look up to see a lady sat outside a fortune teller shop and Molly shook her head gently,

"No thank you. Just having a bad day" she said before moving away,

"Your heart has been damaged by the one home you desire" the lady called after her causing Molly to halt and she turned back slowly and the old lady stood and took Molly's right hand in her own gently and began to run her index finger over the creases of her palm,

"Hmmmmmmm... Curious very curious. The home you desire is not an establishment... It is a man... Not a home but homes" the lady murmured and the lady smiled at Molly's curious expression,

"You want to know more?" she asked and after a moment Molly slowly nodded.


The lady lead Molly into a finely tapestried living area before asking her to take a seat while she lit some candles that gave off a fine but powering incense,

"Now my child" the lady said kindly, offering both her hands to Molly as she sat down,

"Join your hands with mine and I shall attempt to vanish the pain that this day had brought you" she said and Molly hesitantly placed her hands within the old lady's own,

"Now close your eyes and breathe deeply through your nose and out through your mouth. Allow the negativity to leave you" she instructed and Molly did as she was told and after a few breaths the lady spoke again,

"So much pain this man has brought into your life. Pain, danger and sorrow yet there is still so much admiration as well as a spark lit in his name" the lady acknowledged,

"Why does he hurt you so?" she asked and Molly sighed with her eyes still closed,

"I... I don't know" she whispered,

"Look deep. Find the pain's cause and express it" the lady ordered and a tear escaped Molly's closed eye,

"I... I mean nothing to him... I'm just a tool" she whispered sadly,

"Yet he still holds your heart" the lady said sympathetically,

"How did you meet him?" she asked and Molly was thoughtful for a moment,

"I... It was my first day at work... He needed to see something regarding a case he was working on. Sometimes I wish that I never had met him" she murmured,

"Would you say this meeting was fated?" the lady asked and Molly gave a shrug of her shoulders,

"I... I don't know... I don't think so" she mumbled,

"Then be sure" the woman growled firmly and Molly began to shake her head,

"No... I don't like this I want to go now" she said, opening her eyes,

"Why was that your first day? Why did you meet Sherlock Holmes?" the lady asked firmly and Molly now looked rather scared,

"How do you know his name?" she demanded trying to pull her hands away but the lady held on tight causing Molly to wince,

"Why were you there that day? Ask yourself why" the lady ordered firmly and Molly pulled away firmly,

"Let me go!" she yelled before grabbing her bag and left, running down the street in the direction of home, rounding a corner when she stopped for a breath and winced looking at her hand seeing that the woman had scratched her drawing a small amount of blood.


The old lady brushed her finger over another allowing the small blood she had drawn from Molly to brush over her finger tip and she smirked, picking up a doll made of straw and let the blood smear over the dry structure as she murmured a strange chant,

"In coetu illorum non sit cruor. Hoc vinculum mutari. Educ tenebras quam rogare." The lady murmured and her words seemed to echo. - Molly seemed to hear the lady's chant echo within her mind and she grew dizzy and Toby barked as his mistress fell onto the couch as she passed out.


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Kind Regards,

TheAuthor1996