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Dizziness overtook Molly as she felt a sharp sting on her arm. The whitewashed walls of Bart's greeted her, coming with the realisation that she was all alone.

"Did you expect any less, Mousy Molly…." The voice of Moriarty penetrated her thoughts, floating with it the whole night's events. Sharp pinpricks of pain shot up her head as she remembered the argument with Sherlock and the reminder that Moriarty still owned her.

"Ahhh Molly." A cheery voice popped up, "Glad to see you awake!" The doctor said writing furiously on his clipboard as he buzzed about Molly.

"Nice to see you too Derrick" Molly replied, pulling the covers closer to her body. "Say, how long have I been in here?" She asked, the scared tone belying the poker expression on her face.

"Bout 4 hours," the Doctor answered. "Listen Molls, if you want me to do anything for you ring yeah?" The concerned tone made Molly smile. Derick and her had worked together as part of her training course during her first few weeks in Bart's.

He was without a doubt the cheeriest person she knew. Well you wouldn't know many would you thought Morbid Molly a voice reminded her in her head.

"Thanks Derick, I'll be sure to call if I feel any pains." With that the white cloak of Derrick the Doctor disappeared out of the door with a quick wave.

Swinging her legs off the bed, Molly stopped as she saw the reason for the stinging in her arm.

Inked on her skin were the words, Stories change lives. The dainty red bow not giving away the malevolent intent on the tattoo. Her heart was pounding as she realised she had no idea what happened between the time she got attacked, and her waking hours.

Hopelessness settled in on Molly, she was so sick of being used but now she just felt pathetic. I wish I'd never met Sherlock or John or any of them, they hadn't even bothered checking on her she thought bitterly.

"Molly!" A breathless Lestrade barrelled through the door, his phone was pressed tightly against his ear.

"Oh thank god." A sigh of relief passed through his lips before he realised he was still on the phone. "Yeah, she's fine John, she's fine."

Molly looked on baffled as she watched Lestrade collapse onto the chair his eyes still trained on her.

"Gre-"

"Mol-"

They both looked at each other sheepishly, before Molly motioned for him to carry on.

"Moriarty sent Sherlock a text message saying he had managed to shoot one of his birds down." Molly cringed at the referral to her as a bird. "So then Sherlock told John to go out and fix it, which meant John called me and bloody hell Molly! You gave us all quiet a scare."

"But I've been here for the past 4 hours Greg, why did you guys only get this now?"

Lestrade fumbled with his coat, as his cheeks began to gather a red tinge. "Well you see, Sherlock.. well that is.. he, you know Sherlock Molly."

Yes I know Sherlock all too well Greg, Molly thought. The emptiness threatening to overtake her again. So he had known but decided she was not worth the rush. Molly preferred the slimy feeling of Moriarty's hand on her throat to this cruel pain that seemed to be gripping her heart.

Nodding her head at Lestrade she motioned that she was fine, unable to get the lie out at the moment.

The worried look on his face didn't waver as he continued with his monologue. "Well, Mrs Hudson says she's got a nice warm cuppa ready for you, and John should be here in a bit Molly." He quietly finished, realising that he should've kept that titbit about Sherlock to himself.

"Oh John, you better hurry! And give these to Molly the poor dear." Mrs Hudson fretted, her hands already giving John the container of chocolate cake. "The poor dear will probably not want to come here after what she's been through." At this she threw a disapproving glance at Sherlock who was lying on the couch. The utterly disinterested look on his face was a dark contrast to the pace his mind was racing at.

"Oh he really is a piece of work." Mrs Hudson huffed sniffing her nose up at the Consulting Detective. "Now you go and cheer that poor girl up John, god knows chocolate is the only thing that helps these days." Another dirty look was thrown in Sherlock's direction before Mrs Hudson huffed downstairs.

"Well, don't wait up Sherlock." John called back his feet taking him across the landing.

"Oh, don't be silly John." A rather unceremonious brush past was the only explanation that John got before scrambling on to catch up with the Consulting Detective.

Silence filled the cab, as both occupants were so heavily engrossed in their thoughts. The London lights passing by in a flash and the ride becoming one of self-searching.

Cold and empty, the words described Sherlock perfectly at the moment. He had no idea what Moriarty hoped to achieve with his attack on Molly. Mousy Molly who had finally stood up to him. Molly who worked at Bart's. Molly with the incredible singing voice.

Sherlock's ears could still remember the rare opportunity it had been given, he had never felt such a freedom in both his mind and his body as he did when he heard Molly. His thoughts when first receiving the text was interest, and then the mind numbing realisation that he had left Molly thinking she was worthless to him.

The feeling of guilt seemed to be becoming an entirely too familiar notion, his feet were quicker than he as he raced up the steps to Bart's throwing the notes into the cabbies lap.

"Hold on Sherlock!" John shouted from behind him, the Consulting Detective seemed to be gripped by some ridiculous energy.

Guilt was probably hitting him at this point was the thought running through John's head.

"Well, Sherlock, can't say I'm happy to see you."Lestrade mumbled, his eyes immediately going to Molly who seemed to have just decided to turn her back on them both.

"Pleasure as always." Sherlock replied, the sarcasm in his voice evident from a mile off. His eyes were fixed on Molly who was refusing to even turn in his general direction. Annoyance quickly became the second feeling as Sherlock decided to gravitate towards the corner of the room. His eyes already dissecting the placement of everything in the room.

"John!" Definite relief could be heard in Lestrade's voice as he clapped the man on the back.

Smiling John patted him back before taking a chair towards Molly.

The confused look he was getting from Sherlock not deterring him in the least.

"Hey Moll." A scoff was heard in the corner, as Sherlock processed the nickname. "Mrs Hudson, said to eat these otherwise she'd force you to come back with me." A chuckle escaped Molly as she took the offered container. Chocolate always was a good remedy she thought, already planning a thank you note to Mrs Hudson.

"We're already working on getting Moriarty back for this, so just sit tight yeah." John consoled his eyes darting up to Sherlock.

A frown came across Sherlock's face before he remembered why they were there."Ahh yes Molly," He paused finally managing to get her to look at him.

"Were working." He finished. The frown on her face did not help him in the least. "We-

Before he could launch into a tirade, the cheerful Derrick came back his eyes darting from John to Lestrade to Sherlock. Confusion evident in his features.

"May we help you?" Sherlock asked, the crease on the doctor's shoulder, and frown lines on his forehead alerting him to the current emotion of this particular person.

"Actually, I just need to talk to Molly." The wariness in his voice was surprisingly directed at Molly and not at Sherlock.

"Yes?" Molly asked, already dreading the answer by the worried look on Derricks face.

"It's alright Derrick, they're friends." Molly explained her eyes avoiding Sherlock's gaze.

"Well, I don't know how to tell you this Moll." He began, the tight grip on his clipboard not helping Molly's anxieties.

"You have a poison in your body, I'm not sure how long it's been there." He rushed, his eyes were focused on the spot above Molly's head, firmly ignoring the shocked silence in the room.

"But can't fix it, I'm sure you can remove it." Molly squeaked, she could just feel the pity coming off of John and Greg.

"It's, it's not that simple Moll, the poison seems to only grow if we try to release it. I took a blood sample when I first came. And the only way that we could get it out is if we had the antidote."

"Name?" Sherlock's voice seemed to boom in the stillness of the room.

"Excuse me?" Derrick asked.

"The name of the poison." Sherlock punched out, his voice sounding every bit as bored as usual.

"Well that's the thing, the only name that comes up is Moriarty. I expect it's some type of wild plant or whatever but you have to understand we've never heard of it before." Derrick carried on, oblivious to the looks of shock on the occupant's faces.

"Moriarty?" John asked, "Sherlock is that what he said?"

"Sherlock!" John shouted, his loudness bringing Sherlock back to earth.

His mind was racing, why give Molly poison, why poison molly?! The question kept on circling his head the answer seemingly unreachable.

"Molly, show me your hand." Sherlock's lithe fingers gripped her arm, his eyes drawn to the inked letters on her skin.

"Thing is Moll, according to what we do know. The poison's deadly, the time limit kind." Derrick said his hands running through his hair.

Time limit. The words played a tag match in Molly's head. Time limit, she never thought she'd have to have one.

"2 Months." The ringing in Molly's ears was fast replaced by a sweeping darkness.

Her last thought. Her damned taste in boyfriend material.

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