Authors note: This takes place after Rechienbach Fall. There will be multiple chapters but i am busy so it might take awhile to upload.
Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock or its characters.
Chapter 1:
It started with a bang and ended with a scream. The event took only seconds yet it changed Molly Hooper's life, although not necessarily for the better.
Molly Hooper sat on her couch inside her small apartment, watching the evening news on television. Sherlock Holmes's face appeared on the news followed by the words "has committed suicide."Molly stared at the T.V. before her in total shock. When she regained herself she stared down at her hands and fidgeted with her fingers. Why isn't she crying? Why is her heart not dying? Is this not the man she has desired for years as well as one of her best friends?
She turned back to the T.V. just in time to catch the end of the Sherlock Report. The reporter finished the news of Sherlock by saying: "James Moriarty has also been found dead on top of St. Bart's Hospital."
That's when her heart seemed to stop.
His face flashed behind her eyelids. First it was just plain and simple Jim from I.T. upstairs. Then his face morphed into James Moriarty, the consulting criminal, whom was Sherlock's greatest enemy and head of the largest criminal network. No matter how evil he was though she always remembered how kind he was towards her. The way he held her hand or smiled at her or even his soft chuckle when she made a stupid joke.
A single tear escaped the corner of her eye. She gently wiped it away only to let her emotions take over as she grieved the lost of the first man who was ever kind to her. The first man she loved and first man to love her back in the same regards. The first man to make her feel like she was worth something.
"Good-golly Miss-Molly, what has made you so upset?" the voice rang through the room, sending chills to Molly's spine as she stood up in surprise.
"But...but you're dead." She stammered shocked and breathless, thinking she may now be going insane.
"Your words offend me. I broke into the Tower of London and reached the Crown don't think I can't fake my own death?" He questioned with a chuckle. James walked closer to where Molly stood and circled her. "The better question is why you wept for me and not Sherlock."
"I'm not quite sure myself." She whispered just barley louder than a breath. "How long have you been here anyways?"
"Oh I've been hiding, in the shadows, waiting for the right time to revel myself to you. As for the grieving I think you may still have emotions for me. Looks like you finally realized how Sherlock doesn't deserve you." He spoke with a taunting snide smile. He stood in front of her now cupping her cheek. "You realized that I was the only one to ever love you."
Molly froze at his words and found herself screaming yes inside her head. She leaned her head into his palm relishing in the warmth. It reminded her of when they dated. Before she discovered he was one of the most dangerous criminals to exists. She snapped back and glared at him. "No, your still a murderer."
He brought himself closer and inched his face closer to hers. "We both know you want this as much as I do." He placed his lips on hers softly and kissed her. Their faces were connected for what seemed like ages. "Be mine." He whispered softly.
She stared at him in shock and simply nodded her head. He leaned down to kiss her cheek before stepping back and taking out his phone.
"Perfect, we can go to dinner tomorrow. I'll text you the details later. Goodbye, My Kitten." Molly watched as he walked out the door.
James pranced down the apartment steps and got into the black Sedan waiting for him outside.
"Where to, Boss?" The gruff voice spoke from the drivers seat.
Moriarty sighed in annoyance, "Oh, let's just go home." He continued to stare at his phone. Earlier while hiding in Molly's apartment, he managed to put up
cameras and connect them to his phone, he scrolled through the live video feed until he found her in the kitchen making a cup of tea. He smirked and continued watching until he arrived home.
Sebastian opened the door for James. "Welcome home, Boss." James got out and looked up from his phone. He looked Sebastian up and down before turning back to his phone.
"Has my office been cleaned and the guns polished?" He questioned walking inside while heading towards his office. Still watching Molly on his phone.
"Of course."
"Have the men retrieved the poison from Mycroft Holmes' office?"
"Yes, it went exactly as planned and the vile is in your office."
James nodded and stepped into his office with Sebastian trailing behind him, shutting the door once inside. Moriarty sat down at his desk and took one more look at Molly before turning off his phone.
"If I may ask, Sir, what exactly are your intentions with this girl? Is she just going to be another little pet of your's like Ms. Adler was?"
"Pet? Oh no, Sebby dear, I don't plan on making her my pet. I plan on making her my queen." Moriarty chuckled darkly. Sebastian gritted his teeth in envy as he watched James hold up the picture frame of Molly. "You see, Sebastian, somewhere down in this petite form I love so much , there is a flame of lust and desire for blood that is just waiting to be released. Now leave me."
Sebastian nodded and left the room obediently with fire in his eyes.