So here is chapter two. I'm not all that comfortable with publishing yet so writing her in the authors notes part is kind of nerve-wracking. All I ask is that you excuse my mistakes and bear with me. With every chapter or story I write I can only get better. ^_^ I would appreciate it if you guys reviewed.
So it was pointed out to me that my two chapters really didn't fit together so I went back and fixed a few things here and there. Not much had changed but I do hope it seems a bit more plausible. I'll have chapter three up sometimes today.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters and am not affiliated with BBC Sherlock in any form.
Molly stood in shock. With mouth agape Molly could do little more then stare at the man standing in her doorway. Jim Moriarty the worlds only consulting criminal was standing at her door with that stupid condescending smirk on his face.
"Oh? Speechless are you? Yes well I do tend to have that effect on people." he said smartly before cocking an eyebrow at her. "Though no matter how adorable it is, I must say your manners are severely lacking. Aren't you going to invite me in?" he asked mockingly.
Molly still unable to do little more then nod closed her mouth and moved aside allowing him to pass by her. However instead of moving into the living room like she expected Molly suddenly found herself pressed rather tightly against the hard wood of her door. Jim Moriarty was nuzzling her neck. Frozen Molly just let him do as he wanted. Moriarty chuckled, sending vibrations through her skin before nipping at her ear. "Good girl." he whispered his lips grazing the lobe.
It was over just as quickly as it had begun and before Molly knew it the man had moved to the living room, his fingers skimming across the somewhat dusty surface of her coffee table. The man turned his upper body toward her for a brief moment before stuffing his hands back into his pockets. "Nothing had changed I see..interesting. I figured that as soon as they told you, you would have burned everything I had touched. Including yourself. Considering how much I touched you." he chuckled.
Molly who had closed her eyes in a mixture of frustration, confusion, anger, and fear opened them and glared at the man who walked through her home as if it were his own. With eyes filled with anger Molly stared at Moriarty. "What are you doing here Ji-" No not Jim. Not her Jim. Jim from IT never existed. "What do you want?" her voice much more even and controlled then she felt.
A look of mock hurt crossed his handsome features. "Oh Molls I'm hurt. Can't a man visit an old friend without suspicion of his intentions?" his voice dripping with unabashed sarcasm. The mans dark eyes fixed on hers and for a moment all she could see the hard resolve of the man beneath. "You and I have unfinished business Molls." Molly although terrified could feel her anger transforming into a sort of blind courage.
"Do not call me that name. It is reserved for friends, family, and lovers. None of which you happen to be. So I will ask again. What. Do. You. Want."
Moriarty grinned. "Bit touchy are we?" he cooed before taking the few short steps towards her. They were barely three inches apart when he reached his hand towards her, cupping her cheek in his surprisingly warm hand. "I want you. Molly." he whispered. Molly unable to gain control over her mouth glared at him. "Oh? In what way? I figured it would be dead, I mean honestly how many women break up with Jim Moriarty and get to live to tell the tale?" she spat anger and venom lacing her normally sweet voice.
Moriarty's hand which had been resting peacefully on her cheek moved very quickly into her hair and in the blink of an eye Molly was on her knees before him and his face not centimeters from hers. Black eyes filled with madness and anger glared into hers. "Stupid girl. I am trying to be nice but you just have to go and make it so difficult. I don't want you dead. Well at least not yet. I have other uses for you my pet." he said before releasing her and taking Johns now cold and empty chair.
Molly rose from her knees and rubbed her now sore scalp as she watched the evil mastermind lounge in her living room. Said man motioned for her to sit and like a dog she did.
"Molly dearest I do so hate getting my hands dirty but I couldn't very well send anyone else to do this. After all this." he said before running his gaze over her tea-stained slacks, thin tank-top, and green cardigan. "Is a bit more personal."
Molly shivered at the tone. Maybe out of desire, maybe out of revulsion. She never could tell the difference between the two when it came to James Moriarty. Molly removed her hands from her still throbbing scalp and placed them in her lap as she observed him. He was impeccably clean and well-groomed as always. Which shouldn't be surprising considering he was who he was.
Moriarty leaned back into Johns chair obviously relaxed in his position as dictator. "Like I was saying before, I want you. In more ways then one." he said his eyes and tone leaving no mystery to it's meaning. "Did you ever wonder why I kept you alive? Why I didn't kill you after your "broke up" with me? After all a psychopath does have his pride." he said and after a few seconds of silence Molly came to the realization that he wanted an answer out of her.
Molly cleared her throat and looked down at her twiddling thumbs. "Well I sort of figured that you believed I wasn't worth it. I didn't know enough to pose a threat and you would have received very little pleasure out of killing me." she said softly. Moriarty who had quietly been observing her shook his head. "Oh Molly Molly Molly. How wrong you are. I didn't kill you because I like you." he said and for a moment Molly believed he was sincere that is before reason pushed such an idiotic assumption aside.
"I like how death doesn't bother you, I like how sweet you are,even if it makes me sick sometimes." he said before leaning forward his eyes locked on hers. "Molly dearest. I have a proposition for you. Wouldn't you like to hear it my pet?" he questioned. Molly afraid to speak simply nodded.
"I want you to work for me." he said. Work for him? What would Moriarty want with a pathologist? He was in the business of killing not finding out what killed them. "Why?" she asked quietly.
"Oh well one I need a doctor on hand. I need someone who isn't bothered by death, someone who is at least reasonably well trained in such things as shrapnel extraction, stitches, blood transfusions and the like. Also I need someone who is both interesting and fun to look at. Seeing as finding someone with all these traits is very difficult I had to snatch up the first one who possessed such traits and you, my dear, are the lucky winner. So what is your answer Molls?"
Molly chewed at her lip. Moriarty wasn't one to take rejection well and for all she knew her whole building could be laced with bombs or perhaps a sniper was positioned to shoot her. She really had only two options. She either died or worked for him. The choice of course was obvious. It didn't matter the conditions or pay, she had to do it. Either she or those she loved would pay the price for her refusal. Moriarty had no qualms with using loved ones as leverage. That much she had observed from his "game" with Sherlock. She couldn't bear the thought of what he might do to her friends, or what little family she had left.
Molly simply nodded and from then on her life was changed. As soon as she gave her acceptance he was upon her. His lips were hard, over-powering, and consuming. His hands twisted in her hair and Molly could only allow him to have his way with her mouth. His teeth nipped at her lip and in response Molly gasped giving him the access he needed to her mouth. His tongue invaded her mouth. His scent filled her lungs and his touch scorched her. He was marking her, he was letting her know that from then on she was his.
When he pulled away his face was covered in a look of triumph. "I own you Molly Hooper, don't forget that." he said before grabbing her by the hand and pulling her into his arms. One large hand clasped hers while the other weaved around her waist bringing them even closer to each other. He then began to sway, and thus they were dancing.
"You'll be moving out of this place for one, and into my personal abode, it will be much more convenient should I need you. You won't be leaving St. Bart's this is more for appearances of course. Wouldn't want anyone becoming suspicious now would we?" he explained before twirling her in a circle. Once they came together again he continued. "The rules of course are simple. Rule one. Do as I say. Very few exceptions are made to this rule. Rule Two: Always answer my calls, emails, or text messages, Rule three. Always remember you are mine and I do not share well." he said looking down at her. "Do you understand Molls?
Molly who had been listening intently nodded. It was a mystery to her how quickly her voice seemed to disappear when she came into contact with men like Moriarty or Sherlock. Moriarty grinned and twirled her once more before dipping her. Once the dance was finished he left and to the average viewer it might seem as if he had never been there but Molly could see everywhere he touched, she could still feel the pressure of his lips on her own and she could still feel the dull ache of his harsh treatment of her scalp.
Molly stood there for a moment before dropping back into her over-stuffed chair, a huff of air escaping her lips. Just what had she done. What had she agreed to.
