They decided that I would be put on exile. They couldn't lock me up in a jail without riots so I was being sent off to do undercover work. I wouldn't last 6 months. The people of England just thought I was banned from the country, that I'm going off to somewhere like Australia to spend my days in sunny paradise.
I climbed into the black car and shut the door behind me, Mycroft had sent a few cars around to pick us all up and take us to the airport.
"You okay miss?" The driver asked.
"Peachy." I breathed.
When we finally get to the airport I didn't really know what to say. I hugged Mary who had been re-welcomed into the family and told her to look after the boys. I then hugged John and had a conversation about how he should definitely name his baby after me. He said he'd contemplate it but I think he was just saying that to make me happy.
I said goodbye to Mycroft, I had never hugged him before but I was going to be dead in six months so I wrapped my arms around him and said goodbye to my Uncle. I hugged my mum, she said she was sorry that there was nothing she could do but it was my dad that really made me tear up.
"Be brave Adeline." He whispered as I hugged him.
"I'm sorry dad." I said, blinking back tears.
"You don't deserve this." He shook his head.
"Dad don't. Don't kick off not now, this is the just punishment I killed someone." I said, kissing him lightly. Obviously it wasn't a romantic kiss it was a family kiss. It was a scared little girl kissing her daddy goodbye. That's exactly what it was.
I took another deep breath and walked onto the plane without another word, sitting in the middle with my legs tucked up, head resting against the window. I thought about everyone outside the plane. I thought about Mary and John having a child together and I thought about my mother and father getting married some day.. Maybe they'd have another child. I thought about Jace and how I avenged him.
I had been told the stories about James Moriarty. Honestly I'm glad I'm being put on exile because I can feel myself become more like him. The way I think the thoughts I have are like his. I don't think mum ever realized that the reason Moriarty became like that was because he lost a sister. Grief does crazy things to a person.
6 months later
I kneeled down and breathed deeply. They found me. Exactly 6 months and they found me. I looked up at the man holding the Katana, hijab covering everything but his eyes. Wait, those eyes. I recognize those eyes, those caring eyes those amazing eyes I had looked into in a dreamy state more than just a few times.
"When I say run. Run." He whispered.
He lifted the katana up and spun around, chopping another guys head off before screaming run. We ran out together, spinning around corners in order to lose the people chasing us. We snuck into an abandoned house and took the hijabs off. He threw me some clothes and I smiled widely, "Thank you Jace."
Authors note: THE END. That's it, there is no summary chapter no other story nothing. I was going to have a few more chapters but the viewer rate is dropping dramatically and there's no point in writing a story no one is reading.
I am, however, thinking of writing another fanfiction, it will either be Doctor who (11th Doctor, Amy and Rory) or Supernatural! If you would actually read these please just leave a quick review it takes like 30 seconds and I will love you forever. Thank you so much for your support through this story I only hope you will read the next fanfic I write.
-Rachel xo
