I do not own Sherlock Holmes, Molly Hooper or any other characters from the show or original stories by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle that may make an appearance.
VERY AU: With elements taken from Sherlock (which this is mostly inspired by), Buffy the Vampire Slayer and other various sci-fi fiction fantasy stories I am a fan of. This will be VERY off the wall. Enjoy.
Sherlock Holmes is a cursed man. He's also a demon slaying detective. He works almost entirely alone except for his warlock doctor friend, John Watson. When the Order of Light is alerted that a girl has been chosen to fight the ultimate battle between good and evil the Detective must find her and help her discover her destiny before the evil Council does and help fulfill a prophecy that requires the ultimate sacrifice.
Songs for this chapter: "We Can Make the World Stop" and "Fortune Days" by The Glitch Mob.
Chapter Two
Bolts, Jolts and Highway Smokes
There was a ringing in Sherlock's ears when he came to. He tried to move. "Safety first…" was the first thing that came to mind. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his pocket knife and cut the seatbelt. Sherlock dropped and he groaned. "Molly… Molly…?" he said, he smelled smoke. He suddenly felt incredibly warm. He kicked and felt the door give way. He looked ahead and saw Molly unconscious and Wyatt sitting perfectly still in the overturned car. "Fucking androids." Sherlock mumbled. Sudden and jarring jolts tended to shock an android's system into shutting down briefly. He needed to be rebooted. Sherlock reached forward and smacked Wyatt in the back of the head. The android's head snapped up and he blinked a couple of times. "Rebooting… two minutes." Wyatt said, his voice sounded throaty and very much like a talking computer from an old sci-fi movie.
Sherlock climbed forward and grabbed Molly by the shoulders and shook her awake. "Wyatt?" she groaned and then began coughing, the smoke was getting thicker. "We have to go." Sherlock said, he looked out through the broken window shield. Four figures were walking towards them. "Shit… come on!" he said urgently, tugging at Molly.
"I can't leave him!" Molly shouted, Sherlock rolled his eyes and grabbed her more forcefully and pulled her out of the car. "No! Wyatt!" she shouted but Wyatt wasn't moving, his reboot wasn't done. "We need to go." Sherlock said as he grabbed her arm tightly. Molly shook him off, Sherlock was winded by her strength as he crashed to the cement.
"For gods sake, Hooper!" Sherlock said as he stood up. Molly heard the approaching footsteps and turned around to face four creatures illuminated by the highway street lights. The black eyes were a dead give away. Possessed. "This is just so not what we need." Sherlock said getting to his feet. He pushed Molly behind him. "Follow my-" before he could finish his sentence one of the Possessed grabbed him by the front of his coat and head butted him.
Sherlock watched through his blurred vision as another with long black matted hair went after Molly. She dodged it and kicked it hard across the face, dislocating it's jaw. The Possessed screeched at her and scratched at her with it's long cracked claws. She kept stepping back. "Behind you!" Sherlock shouted. Molly turned and ducked just as the other Possessed went to smack her head clean off but missed and killed the Possessed in front of Molly.
Sherlock held his hand over the creature holding him and whispered a summoning spell using the glow of the street lights and filled the disgusting creature with light, causing it to scream and explode into a ball of black goo. Sherlock dropped to the ground. He shook himself off and got to his feet. There was one Possessed left and it had disappeared into a cloud of black smoke. Sherlock went to Molly. "You okay?" he asked, she nodded her head but her eyes widened and she grabbed the front of Sherlock's coat and dragged him to the ground, him falling on top of her. Above them the other Possessed had reappeared and had flung itself at Molly and Sherlock.
Sherlock put his arm around Molly as they began crawling back to the car. The creature was following them on all fours growling and clawing at them. "Do something!" Molly hissed at him. Sherlock rolled his eyes. "Magic takes a bit of concentration." Sherlock snapped back at her.
Suddenly the flaming car shook and the windshield came flying out in shards of hot glass. Stepping out of the blaze stood the imposing android. He shook his coat off and the flames went out. His face was a bit blackened by the smoke and dust. "Reboot finished." Wyatt said. The creature immediately took notice of Wyatt and lunged at him. He reacted quickly and grabbed the creature by the back of the head and snapped it's neck with one hand. He dropped the creature to the ground where it lay twitching for a moment before it died.
Wyatt approached Sherlock and Molly. He took Molly's hand and Sherlock by the arm and helped them to their feet.
"It's not safe here." Wyatt said calmly. Sherlock shook his arm out of the grasp of the strong android. "I had the situation under control." Sherlock said fishing his cigarettes out of his pocket. They were a little crushed but still smokeable. Sherlock lit the cigarette and offered one to Molly, she declined. "My assessment of the fight was that you did not have anything under control." Wyatt said. Sherlock narrowed his eyes at the bucket of bolts. "Listen here you glorified toaster-"
Molly stepped in between them. "Enough. We need to get out of here." she said urgently looking around over her shoulder.
Sherlock glanced up at the sky and off to the horizon. "More won't come, it's almost sunrise. Come on, we'll have to walk." Sherlock said, he went back to the car and clapped his hands loudly and the flames went out a little. He reached into the back and grabbed the leather bag that had yet to be touched by the hot flames. He handed it to Molly and began walking. Molly and Wyatt followed behind him. Molly reached down and took Wyatt's hand and wound her arm around his.
"Are you alright?" Wyatt asked her and she nodded her head. She was a bit shaken, it wasn't her first time against a demon but those things had been faster than anything she had ever fought before. Seeing the Detective kill one had been amazing. She had only ever seen magic in small doses before but nothing that brilliant, his red aura had appeared suddenly and disappeared just as quickly.
And the way the Detective had come after her to make sure she was safe made Molly feel guilty for doubting his ability to protect her. She supposed the Order of Light wouldn't have sent someone unqualified to fetch her.
No, they had sent their best man after her.
The sun began to rise and it began to bake them in the hot sun. In the light Molly could see the damage done to Wyatt was only minor. Just a couple of burn marks but nothing to truly damage him.
"Our new estimated time of arrival will be four hours sixteen minutes and twelve seconds." Wyatt said as they rested their legs. Wyatt could walk the whole way without breaking a sweat- it helped that he had no sweat glans- and without needing rest. But the super girl and the demon slayer needed rest.
After their brief rest they began walking again.
"I spy with my little eye something… blue." Molly said as she handed her leather bag to Wyatt to carry, her arm was getting tired. Sherlock rolled his eyes. "I hate this game." he muttered. Molly giggled. "Does she enjoy seeing me miserable?" He thought. "Come on, just play!" she said punching him lightly in the shoulder. He glanced around at their surroundings. They were on a highway with trees surroundings, nothing blue except for-
"The sky." Sherlock said pointing upward. She shook her head. He groaned. "Jesus, I don't know." he said, clearly annoyed by the game. "I think I'll keep it to myself." Molly said smugly. Sherlock gaped at her.
"No, not how the rules work." he said stopping in his tracks. Molly shook her head again. "Detective, we're living in a world that shouldn't even exist and you're worried about the rules to I Spy? You're out of touch." she said as she continued walking. Sherlock looked at Wyatt. "Me? I'm out of touch?" he asked the android who only shrugged.
"You don't appear to be touching anything." Wyatt said and Sherlock rolled his eyes and continued walking.
The trio eventually came to a rest stop with a usable bathroom. There still weren't many cars on the road but it was still early in the morning. "Maybe we could catch a ride with someone?" Molly suggested but Sherlock shook his head.
"Too dangerous. If the Council sent those Possessed fuckwits after us then they're probably going to send more surprises. Better play it safe and keep walking or find an abandoned car." Sherlock said as he washed his hands. It was then that he wondered, when had Molly followed him into the mens bathroom?
Molly sighed. "My feet are killing me." she said as she glanced down at her feet dangling beneath her from her scrawny legs. She was sitting on the sink swinging her legs lightly back and forth. Sherlock thought there was something innocent about the act. Something childlike.
"Where were you when the Fall happened?" Molly asked as they left the bathroom. He paused. "I don't remember." he said reaching into his pocket and taking out his phone. He had sent Mycroft a message they would be late. He had hoped his brother could send transport but Mycroft said he couldn't risk it, they were still too far away from any safe outpost that the Order of Light (or OL as Sherlock liked to call it, it sounded less corny) had control of.
"What do you mean? Everyone remembers where they were when it happened." she said crossing her arms. Sherlock shrugged. She didn't need to know. "Well I don't. Let's get a move on." he said.
They got off the highway when a couple cars started passing them, Sherlock didn't want to be spotted by any Droid Patrols.
They found a used car lot with a few cars that were still in working condition. There was a jeep with half a tank of gas that Wyatt was able to hot wire. Sherlock was relieved to have wheels again. He had to admit that the android had been useful thus far. Sherlock wasn't so sure he would have been able to fight off that last Possessed monster if Wyatt hadn't stepped in. His reboot had ended right in the nick of time. Sherlock didn't buckle up this time.
"New estimated time of arrival-"
"Put a cork in it!" Sherlock groaned as he laid down in the back seat. "What are you doing?" Molly asked him. Sherlock sighed and put an arm over his eyes. "Getting some sleep. I'm still working off a bit of a headache." he said, he peaked at Molly through his half closed eyes and saw her make a face before she scooted down in her seat. Sherlock smiled. Then he watched as Molly scooted closer to Wyatt, putting his arm around her the android held her close. Once again Sherlock felt uncomfortable by their physical contact.
Sherlock's phone vibrated.
New Message: John Watson
Mycroft says you'll be late.
Sherlock Holmes
Yes.
John Watson
He says you're bringing an android.
Sherlock Holmes
Yes.
John Watson
Have you lost your mind… again?
Sherlock Holmes
Possibly. She won't leave him behind.
John Watson
Letting her push you around already, eh? ;)
Sherlock Holmes
I'm going to sleep now.
John Watson
Sweet dreams.
Sherlock put the phone back in his pockets and closed his eyes, hoping his dreams wouldn't be as horrible as they usually were. Sherlock wished he didn't need sleep, he envied Wyatt in that respect.
But Sherlock did dream. He dreamed of the Woman and her screams. He dreamed of the villainous face of Moriarty. Lestrade. John. Mycroft… they were all drowning in a pit of fire. Sherlock tried to pull them out but he couldn't save them as Moriarty just kept laughing. "…you don't have to fear it!" Moriarty screamed. Sherlock put his hands over his ears to block out the terrible voice. He was suddenly standing on the rooftop again, hanging on by a thread. But suddenly it all stopped. There was nothing but a void where all the terrible screaming had been. A white light surrounded him. He opened his eyes but couldn't make out the face but the body was bright and feminine woman and she was reaching out and bringing him out of the darkness… that was a new addition to this reaccuring nightmare.
"Detective?" he groaned when he sat up. Molly's hand on his chest keeping him down, he kept forgetting how strong she was. "You were dreaming or… nightmaring." Molly said gently.
It was the first time she had looked at him with any trace of genuine concern. The car wasn't moving, Wyatt must have pulled over. It was almost nighttime. Sherlock rubbed his face. Molly's hand lingered over his heart, it was beating rapidly. "You okay?" she asked him. Sherlock nodded his head, Molly gave a signal for Wyatt to drive on but she didn't move away from Sherlock.
"Want to talk about it?" Molly asked kindly. Sherlock sat up and removed her hand from his body. "Not at all." Sherlock replied coldly. "When I was a kid talking about my nightmares helped." Molly said, trying to help. Sherlock scoffed. "I'm not a child." he hissed. Molly climbed back into the front seat. Sherlock checked his phone. Two missed messages, both from Mycroft.
Mycroft Holmes
ETA?
Mycroft Holmes
Brother dear, are you still alive?
Sherlock Holmes
One hour. Keep your pants on, please!
Mycroft Holmes
Is she in one piece?
Sherlock Holmes
No, actually, she's in several and tucked away in the trunk.
Mycroft Holmes
Hope there's a bow at least.
Sherlock Holmes
I'll even throw in some confetti.
Sherlock groaned as he pocketed his phone. He pinched the area between his eyes. His head felt like it was splitting in two.
"Do you know what's going to happen to me when we get to… wherever it is we're going?" Molly asked, Sherlock noted the android glancing at him in the rearview mirror. "They'll have to do some tests. Mostly physical. But from what I've observed your strength seems to be fairly advanced. Have you been having any premonitions?" Sherlock asked her. Molly nodded her head.
"Just little things." Molly said, she sounded hopeful that maybe it wasn't a big deal but Sherlock knew the truth.
"Premonitions are a sign of being Chosen. Soon they'll become clearer and you'll know exactly what they mean. The premonitions will also be useful to the OL." Sherlock said, he massaged his temples to try and relieve some of the pressure, he felt like he had been beaten with a club.
"Do you have premonitions?" Molly asked.
Sherlock nodded his head. "Sometimes."
"Bad ones?"
"Sometimes. God, I need a smoke." Sherlock said, hastily taking out his crumbled cigarettes.
"We've got company." Wyatt said, Sherlock looked over his shoulder to see a Droid Patrol car following them. They turned on their flashing red and blue lights. "Wyatt…?" Molly said worriedly, looking at the android. Sherlock took a deep breath. "Stay calm." Wyatt said calmly. He pulled to the side of the road. Sherlock clenched his fists, whispering softly. He was attempting a conjuring spell. He heard the doors of the Droid Patrol car open and close. Footsteps. Two.
"Damn it." Sherlock thought. Molly handed Wyatt a pair of sunglasses. The Droid Patrol would be able to identify Wyatt immediately by his eyes, at least the glasses would buy them a little time.
The androids were on either side of the car. Sherlock glanced at the androids.
"Third Generation. Slow."
"Identification." the android standing next to the driver's window said. Wyatt reached into his back pocket and handed the android a fake ID. Sherlock observed the Patrol Droid. It was male, tall and muscular.
"Mr. Philipps, you're driving under a suspended ID. You've been flagged. Step out of the car." the Patrol Droid demanded. Wyatt glanced at Molly. Sherlock watched them both. Molly nodded her head slightly.
"What the fuck? He's giving up that easily-"
Faster than Sherlock could blink the android named Wyatt reached out through the open window and ripped out the android's mechanical heart. He grabbed the back of Molly's head and ducked her down along with himself, missing the android's shot from a Bolt Gun. Sherlock had finally been able to conjure up a spell. He shot it from his fingertips and he felt the jolt run up through his arm and through the rest of his body. It was like being high for a split second.
Of course as soon as the high left Sherlock groaned as his head pounded terribly. The Patrol Droid was stunned just long enough for Wyatt to get out of the car, sliding across the hood. He tackled the other android to the ground.
The Patrol Droid fought back but it was slower and Wyatt was faster. The Patrol Droid thrashed and hit Wyatt across the jaw. Wyatt reached down to the struggling Patrol Droid and snapped it's neck back and forth. Sparks flew and just for good measure, Wyatt smashed it's head in. He returned to the car.
"Everyone alright?" Wyatt asked. Molly nodded her head. Sherlock picked up his fallen cigarette, still lit. He inhaled deeply.
"Nothing like a smoke after a bit of magic." Sherlock said. "You better step on it, there will be more coming after us." Sherlock warned.
Wyatt stepped on the gas driving at a much faster pace than he had been before.
"Wyatt, you're… bleeding." Molly said, reaching out and touching his jaw, she had a look of unbelief. Wyatt looked at the blood on her fingers.
"Impossible. I do not bleed, Molly." Wyatt said nonchalantly. Sherlock leaned forward. "Nope. That's blood." Sherlock said. Molly looked at Sherlock. He eyed her, but he could tell that she was just as confused as he was. Androids didn't bleed. They didn't need blood. They didn't have vital organs. They had wires, chips, hard drives and circuits. Wyatt touched his jaw and looked at the blood on his fingers. He looked confused, his head tilted to the side in that birdlike way. "We have to hurry." Sherlock said leaning back in the seat. He took out his phone.
Sherlock Holmes
We have a problem.
John Watson
What kind of problem?
Sherlock Holmes
The android is bleeding.
John Watson
Shit.
(AN: This chapter was a bitch to write! Hope you enjoy it. I know it's a bit off the wall but I think that's why I like it. Reviews are always welcome. Sweet dreams my darling little demons.)
