Hello, this is the Queen speaking.

Back again with the next chapter. I hope you're all enjoying this. Tell me what you think. We got a bit of good ol' Mike Stamford in this one. We also got a new character, who I hope you all like.

WARNING: This chapter is going to have a little retelling of violence and more on Molly's mental state.

Disclaimer: Not mine.

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Molly felt so weak, asking everyone to accompany her everywhere. She just felt so helpless against Jim. Sure, she fought back, but she had never managed to fight him off. She tryed to convince herself that she wanted someone with her against Jim not because she wanted someone to protect her. No, she wanted someone there so she had someone to fight with.

But now, in her house by herself, she wanted someone there so she could feel safe. She knew Sherlock would be back soon but she still felt extremely dissociated. She had woken up in her bed with Sherlock in her kitchen. He had then left saying he was going to get something from Baker's Street, leaving her alone... again.

Earlier on that day she had seen a woman that looked like her, dead and mutilated in the same ways that she had been. Sherlock had insisted that she go home and take the next few days of work. Although she protested it was just her luck that Dr Stamford, her boss, had heard her screams when he had been down checking on one of her colleagues.

"Sherlock is right, you need to rest. Have you visited that therapist yet?"

"No... I don't need one, I'm..." She took a deep breath. "I'm fine."

"Well obviously not." Sherlock walked over and placed his hand on the small of Molly's back. "You scream at night, you see Moriarty everywhere and you are currently trembling. I don't know what it looks like to you, Mike, but it looks to me as though Dr Hooper definitely needs to visit Dr Vastra."

Molly tried to protest again but couldn't quite get a word in. "But-"

"Come on then Molly." Sherlock walked her forward. She was painfully aware of how warm his hand was and how perfectly it fit in the curve of her back. "I'll take you. Goodbye Mike."

Molly was tense as they walked. She just couldn't seem to relax with him standing so close to her. His body heat warming her, his hand burning her back. He pushed her forward and she couldn't help but pull in a shaking breath when his other hand gripped her elbow, turning her around the corner and into the elevator.

He looked down at her, his gaze scanning her entire being. Then his eyes widened and he quickly removed his hands and took a step away from her. "I'm ... I'm so sorry Molly... I wasn't thinking... I shouldn't have done... You do know that... I would never hurt you. Ever."

She looked at him in confusion before realizing the cause of his distress. "Oh, Sherlock. You didn't scare me. I wasn't..." She wasn't that sure how to continue. Just as she was going to try and explain to him that him touching her didn't remind her of Jim, the elevator stopped and the doors opened.

Sherlock walked out, Molly followed. They made their way out of the hospital and Sherlock flagged down a cab. They got in, Sherlock gave the cabbie the address, and they sat in silence, the car moving swiftly through the midday traffic.

Once they arrived, Sherlock assured her he would be outside the entire time. He took his seat and Molly walked into the room, readying herself for whatever Dr Vastra would through at her.

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Molly sat opposite Dr. S. Vastra in a rathe posh looking office. High ceilings, tall windows. Least to say, the room and the lady made Molly feel a little like she had been called into the Head Mistress' office at school, about to be told off.

"So, Dr Hooper-"

"Please, call me Molly."

"Alright...Molly. It says here that you were kidnapped by James Moriarty, and that you experienced some... unpleasant things whilst being held captive... yes?"

Molly nodded in response.

"Alright. I think we should start with something simple. But before we start, I want you to know, if you don't want to do any of these things I will never force you. If you don't want to do a certain thing, tell me, and we will find something else to do."

Molly nodded again, showing her understanding. Dr Vastra waited a moment, smiling nicely. She was very pretty, she was tall and slender, with a helping of curves. She had pointed chin and bright green eyes. Her black hair was tied up in a plat, coming down from the top of her left ear and ringing her head, coming to land on her right shoulder.

"I want you to tell me about one of your encounters with Mr Moriarty. Only one." Molly looked at her sceptically, unsure of whether or not she wanted to recount her experiences with this woman she just met. "It will help, it will allow your mind to feel as though you have a comforting presence in these harsh and difficult memories."

Molly nodded. "Okay...okay! So...where should I start..."

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Well... I was on the phone to Sherlock, trying to tell him where I was and what was going on... I was hiding from Jim and... He found me.

"Moriarty...and he's standing right behind me." I whispered into the phone. The brief relief I felt after hearing both John and Sherlock's comforting voices was just... shattered by a simple noise, and it... it crushed all the hope I had of escaping. There was a ... a, uh... twig snapping behind me and...

Jim... Moriarty... he was stood a few paces behind me, head cocked to the side, peering down at me... He had this... this smirk on his face, the smirk of someone who was just about to open up a present... like he was ready to set fire to the gift too if it didn't like it or something.

"Molly, so clumsy." He bent down and picked up the phone. Jim pressed the screen and put it in his pocket, before turning his attention back to the me. His eyes... his... soulless eyes... drifted lazily over me... like he was... ready to... His smirk grew and he took a step closer. On impulse I took a step back. Jim took a bigger step forward and made a grab for me... but I was ready and determined.

I shot My arm up, jamming the heel of my hand into his nose. Jim stumbled back slightly, and in his momentary confusion I slipped out from around his and headed towards the trees on the opposite side of the hedges I had been hiding in. Sprinting at full speed, I tryed to ignore the pain of the roots, stones and twigs under her bare feet. I ran from the house before putting on my shoes... stupid I know, but... I was so scared I... I wasn't thinking...Jim started to run after me... I pushed myself harder, forcing my short fucking legs to carry me further and faster, but Jim's long strides quickly canceled my small ones out. He jumped and grabbed me around the waist, pulling me to the ground with him.

Molly sucked in a shaking breath. It was like, resiting the story was bringing it back and she felt as though jim was going to jump out and grab her.

"We don't have to continue if this is troubling you Molly."

"No...No, I want to keep going."

She sucked in another breath and continued.

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By the time the session ended Molly was in floods of tears and shaking uncontrollably. Sherlock was called into the room by Dr Vastra. At the sight of Molly, curled up on the settee, arms wrapped around herself, his heart felt extremely tight in his chest. He immediately ran to her side and pulled her into his arms.

She clutched on to his shirt and sobbed into his shirt. This was now the third time she had been in his arms, soaking his shirt through, in the last 24 hours, and it broke Sherlock's little black heart. To hear her cries and feel her practically vibrating with fear, stirred a deeply primal need to protect her. He asked Dr Vastra to call them a cab and tryed his best to calm her down.

By the time the cab arrived, Molly had somewhat passed out in his arms.

"It must be the fear. It happens in some cases of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, when they were personally attacked with both physical and mentally troubling weapons. The mind temporarily shuts down to protect themselves from further distress."

"What... Did... You... Do!" Sherlock growled.

"I asked her to tell me about one of her encounters... obviously the experience was far more traumatic than her file makes it out to seem... bring her back here next week, she's going to need more help."

"Why you? Your the reason she's like this right now. So why you?"

"Because it's either me or the Psych Ward at Bart's."

He picked up Molly, arm around her shoulder, and the other under her knees. He carried her to the cab, placing her carefully in the seat. He was about to get in too when he heard Dr Vastra call him from the door to the building.

"Your girlfriend isn't healthy Mr Holmes! She's going to need you to be there for her, otherwise she will never be the same again!"

Sherlock nodded his head to her and got into the cab, telling the cabbie Molly's address, and pulled Molly against his side. Only a few minutes later did the words sink in. Did Dr Vastra say 'girlfriend' ?

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Okay... so we got to relive some of Moriarty and Molly's chase and a little tease on Sherlock. Sorry again if Molly's mental state is a bit... touchy. Well, it's an M for a reason.

Next chapter on Wednesday.

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