Hello! This is a new story of mine that I've been working on for a lil bit.
It's my first attempt at a fem!lock but I'm quite proud of it :D It's just Sherlock, Molly and our dear Jim (If he's in it) who will have been genderbended. Everyone else is the same :D Because that's what I wanted to do :P
I refuse to call female Sherlock, Shirley, because it's tacky and I don't like it, therefore she's called Sheryl :)

WARNINGS! This fiction contains strong language, sexual abuse, rape (Later on) and pregnancy.

I do not own Sherlock but I do own my OC's wherever they turn up, any names you don't recognise they're more than likely my characters :P look out for Sheryl Holmes, Oliver Hooper and Janine Moriarty (They're the genderbends)

Please review and enjoy :D

Girl with One Eye

Chapter One: Where problems begin

"Come on John! We're going to lose him!" Sheryl ran down the street, John was at a loss, how she could run in those heels was beyond him. The streets were dark and dimly lit by street lights. John was struggling to keep up with her; he thought it was something to do with her long legs. He noticed in front she had stopped, lifting up one of her legs and taking off one of her shoes; she did the same with the other foot and then continued to run.

"Sheryl! You could injure your feet!" She never turned around.

"If I can run faster I don't care!" Sheryl eventually stopped running when it came to a junction; John took a moment to catch his breath. "John, you go that way. I'm going straight ahead." She started running again; leaving John clueless... where was he supposed to go after he set off in that direction? John didn't stop to think; he ran and thought at the same time.

Sheryl followed her target into a dark alley. She had adrenaline pumping through her veins, this person was hers and they were not going to get away. The alley was coming to a dead end, a shorter brick wall rested up ahead between the two tall buildings where a dark figure and its shadow cast itself upon the wall.

"Give it up, Mr Firth. You were going to be found out any way." Sheryl had found Keith Firth guilty of five murders including his wife, he was an outrageous man, she had noticed he had OCD, the murders committed were too neat to not have had a cleaning disorder and Sheryl had also found him to be quite sexist, treating her and his wife as though they were objects, he was constantly angry with everyone her met which makes him more than capable of killing his spouse if she does something wrong that he doesn't like. But that wasn't the case; she had been cheating on him with another man.

He flashed the consulting detective, in her case, an unpleasant grin before turning around and running up the wall, rolling over the top and landing on the other side. Sheryl rolled her eyes and ran up to the wall Keith had previously been standing at. She sighed before jumping up so that her hands caught onto the edge; she hauled herself up onto the wall and gracefully landed on the ground. Her long, thick black curls fell in front of her face when she landed; she swiped them back with her hand using one swift movement. Standing up straight she looked around, Keith had vanished. Cautiously Sheryl stepped forwards into the darkness. She never suspected it. Everything happened so fast. Strong hands grabbed her shoulders from behind and threw her into the wall; she hit her head and slowly slid to the floor. Her eyes were screwed shut as she reached a hand up to the new injury. Keith Firth knelt down over her legs and raised both his hands wrapping them around her throat pressing her up against the brick wall. Instantly she grabbed his wrists trying to pry them from her neck but was unsuccessful. He leant forward so that his lips were almost touching her ear, she could feel his hot breath caressing her cheek.

"Nice to see you again, beautiful. You know, I could have just killed you there and then, snap of the neck, but no! I wanted to watch the light leave those pretty eyes of yours." Sheryl gasped for air and struggled to free herself from the man's vice like grip. Her legs were writhing underneath him trying to push herself away or push him off, neither worked, he was too strong and there was a brick wall behind her stopping any attempt she made to escape. Her struggling eventually slowed down due to lack of oxygen. She couldn't die now! She was too young! Where was John when she needed him? Her hands that were wrestling with his wrists had slackened and began to lower to the ground; she was losing strength, fast. Just when she thought death was upon her a loud gunshot could be heard and her attacker screamed in agony falling to the floor. Sheryl fell sideways resting on her side, she had a coughing fit as she lay on the ground and trying to take in deep breaths of air; her throat was sore now she gently stroked the areas that needed soothing. Out of the darkness came a friendly face. Sheryl smiled.

"You took your time." John was standing in front of her, smiling at her raspy voice.

"You can talk." She chuckled slightly still trying to soothe her neck, looking at the man who had tried to kill her she had to ask unable to work out the answer herself.

"Is he dead?" Keith suddenly turned over clutching his right shoulder and began hissing in pain.

"YOU FUCKER!" He shouted directing his comment at John.

"Nope, I think he's alive. Shot him in the shoulder." John knelt down next to Sheryl and helped her sit up. "Are you alright?" He lifted his hand to study her neck but she swiped it away.

"I'm fine."

"Yeah, you sound it." Sheryl rolled her eyes and smiled. "The police are on their way, just be glad I got here before them."

"I had the situation under control." John chuckled lightly. Sheryl's voice was returning slowly. Cautiously she lifted her hand to the back of her head, as her fingers made contact she winced in pain.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing it just hurts." She removed her hand and put it in front of her face, "Oh dear, there's blood." Her pale hand was covered in a bright red liquid; John was quickly inspecting the wound. He had pushed Sheryl forwards so that she was bent in half to get a better look at her head. John sighed.

"I can't get a good look in this light." Sheryl had suddenly realised Keith Firth had stopped his angry outbursts. She looked up and saw him standing in front of her and John, he was looking more than a little angry, he was holding his shoulder in his left hand whilst the object he was holding in his right worried her more than anything.

"... John, your gun..." John turned around and spotted his gun pointed at his head.

"YOU! You're going to die for SHOOTING me in the FUCKING SHOULDER!" He cocked the gun, "And your girlfriend is going to watch me blow your fucking brains out!" Sheryl needed to distract him before anyone got killed.

"So, let me guess. You're going to kill me after?" He gave a psychotic smile.

"Glad we understand each other." He was about to pull the trigger when she started to talk again.

"But I thought you wanted to kill me, not my colleague." He glared at the consulting detective.

"I thought we agreed to understand me." She tilted her head.

"Well, what I mean is, I thought you wanted to kill me first, not John. Although, that's not the way you work, is it? You kill the men first in a quick and easy way, say... using a knife..? So then you can have your way with the women and then use a more... hands on approach making it more personal when you kill them." Keith smiled at Sheryl, he knelt down in front of her casually lowering the gun, John was ready to jump at him, Sheryl could hear his breathing change from slow and calm to fast and noisy, she never took her eyes off of Keith but placed a hand on John's arm to signal that she knew what she was doing. The gun slowly moved from the ground to now being placed under her chin gently caressing her jaw line. He smirked at Sheryl.

"You forget one thing. The lady always begs me to not kill her and she offers herself to me. She offers her body in exchange for her life. Of course I do kill her but before we have a moment of... what shall I say... pleasure?" His eyes had drifted down towards her chest, her pale blue eyes never moved from his and although she never showed the expression on her face, John could clearly understand that she was in a state of discomfort and even feeling a slight hint of fear. John was only just coping with the fact the disgraceful man's eyes were glued on Sheryl's breasts but when Keith licked his lips indicating he liked what he saw, John snapped. He launched himself at the murderer knocking him over; the gun fell out of his hand. John threw a punch at him, every hit he gave Keith never stopped grinning and laughing encouraging John to hit him with more force letting all of his anger out. Sheryl jumped up and tried to pull John from killing Keith.

"John! John, stop it!" She grabbed both of his shoulders but Keith pressed a hand to her stomach pushing her back, she fell backwards with an 'oof'. John noticed Sheryl had been knocked back, he tried his best to get away from the man and help her but he began throwing punches. Somehow John and Keith had switched places; John was now on the ground receiving the blows to the face. Sheryl screamed at the man pinning John to the floor, she got up again and tried to pull him from her flatmate. She pulled one of his arms free; he looked up at her and grabbed her upper arm pulling her down to his eye level. Sheryl struggled to free herself from his strong grip but he wasn't letting go. John was too dazed to help her out; instead he lay on the ground underneath Keith trying to pull himself together. He pulled Sheryl so close to him that she could practically smell what he had eaten for breakfast; she was repulsed by the scent.

"I could snap you in half... a dainty, pretty thing like you." She tried pulling back again but he pulled her even closer so that their lips crashed with each others. Sheryl screwed her eyes shut and began pushing against his chest with all of her strength using her free hand. Keith deepened the kiss, a hand slid up Sheryl's torso causing her to gasp, in that second Keith's tongue gained access and found its way into her mouth, Sheryl gave a muffled cry at the unexpected intrusion and without thinking consciously she bit down on the tongue. Keith cried out and separated their lips, Sheryl was relieved but he didn't give her time to appreciate the moment, he threw her backwards so that she landed on the floor again but this time she banged her head on the brick wall that has already caused her an injury. He removed himself from john and approached Sheryl.

"Women aren't supposed to fight back! You're all objects; you were created to obey man's every command!" He knelt over her. "I love a challenge though." He began to lean in to her when a voice shouted behind him.

"Freeze!" All attention went to who was standing behind Keith; Lestrade had managed to appear along with the other police officers and ambulances. Lestrade was holding a form of gun at Keith, the man stood up and held his hands up surrendering, and soon enough Donovan came along and handcuffed him, Keith Firth was outraged that a woman had arrested him, he was constantly shouting out about how he thought it was wrong.

Sheryl and john were getting checked out by paramedics. After John was given the okay he left to find his roommate. She was sat on the edge of an ambulance wearing a bright orange blanket like the first night she had landed in trouble with the taxi driver, except this time it looked like she needed it.

"Hey... you alright..?" Sheryl's head snapped up, her blue eyes piercing into John's, it made him shiver slightly. He sat himself down next to her and gave her a warming smile hoping it would comfort her, she showed no emotion though, so he wasn't sure if it had worked. There was a long awkward silence before she let out a faint sigh.

"I'm as alright as I'll ever be." John sat down next to her on the edge of the ambulance.

"So that means no." She lowered her head covering her face with her hands.

"I'll survive."

"That's not the point Sheryl!" She looked up at me, anger and fear spread across her face.

"What would you like me to say, John? How I was feeling? How I am feeling?" She had jumped up from the ambulance, still holding onto the blanket, Sheryl stared at him. "I was terrified, John. You happy, now? Okay, I didn't know what he was going to do and that scared me... I've never..." She looked around and sat back down again leaning into John to keep her voice quiet. "I've never experienced... that before..." John looked confused, he would have said something to her but she could snap at him again. Sheryl noticed his confusion and rolled her eyes. "Intimacy." John nodded his head.

"Oh... right then..." Sheryl looked up at John again, sorrow and confusion all over her face.

"Is it bad that I haven't?"

"Wha- what... no. No! Listen, don't let some sexist freak knock you off balance and scare you like this... you're stronger than him and you know that." John wrapped an arm around Sheryl whether she wanted him to or not. "Now then, what do you say to a takeaway?" She rubbed her eyes with one of her hands.

"I say it sounds good." John smiled at her and she managed a small one back.

"Come on then." John patted her arm and let go of her, he stood up from the ambulance, Sheryl close behind. She was getting easily distracted with any sign of movement around her, John had noticed Sheryl's new behaviour change he stopped and waited for he to catch up, like any friend would do he wrapped a reassuring arm around her arms and squeezed slightly "What am I going to do with you?" they both shared a giggle before walking off to order a take away.

Hope you enjoyed that :/ and I hope it wasn't rubbish

Please review, I do now reply to every review now if that can persuade you a little :P