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AN: Sorry so so sorry I have not updated in awhile. My story is on my laptop and my puppy chewed my charger. He's a cute puppy so I could not be mad at him. Thank goodness for warranty I just had to wait for them to mail it. Now I've got the charger and ready to write more.
Chapter Nine- The End
August 6, 2012
The clock was ticking there was only 10 hours left before the next mass death would take place. The Three Musketeers as they had been nicknamed by the public were failing at each passing second. There was just one clue to where it would take place Moran playing to the whole Three Musketeers theme.
All for one and
one for all
Sherlock had ended up going through every version ever written of the story while Molly stayed up all night analyzing all the movies to find any clues. They waited for John who had been searching the city for clues. Most of the time they had spent trying to solve it together but decided to split to cover more ground. All their work seemed to be in vein leading them to no where. Every time they thought they had come close Moran would call and simple say "Wrong".
"There has to be a way to solve this. It's so obvious that he left this simple clue just to rack my brain." Sherlock yelled in frustration.
Molly became distracted by the clock ticking reminding all of them of the end of so many. Walking over to the clock she shut it off giving herself just the illusion for a little bit time had stopped. "Do we know how many people will die? This could be bigger than we think." Molly questioned
Having no luck John walked through the door to hear Sherlock snapping at Molly. "I'm trying I'm not playing around. You're no help you're pretty much useless" he shouted at her.
Quickly ascending up the stairs John was going to give Sherlock a piece of his mind when he heard the sound of a slap. When he entered through the doorway he saw Sherlock rubbing his cheek. It had been Sherlock who got hit but Molly looked more hurt. As she turned away John saw Sherlock reach for her but failed. Sherlock was doing it again trying to make Molly leave. When things started to get more dangerous with Moran he kept trying to stray Molly away from the danger but she stayed. Then when he started to lose to Moran he became more distant to her. John knew better than that he acted distant but when time permitted it Sherlock would stare at Molly in admiration without her knowing or brush against her lovingly pretending it was an accident.
"Here you don't want the bruise to swell and turn purple." Molly spoke softly using a bag of frozen peas to put on Sherlock cheek.
He looked up at her and instantly apologized. During their time together it had become second hand nature to do human things as most would call it with Molly. For him respecting her, treating her right, making up for his mistakes and loving her had become just like breathing done with no conscience thought. No longer could he fight it or try to hide from her she was going to be by his side. "Molly I'm sorry." Sherlock apologized grabbing the frozen peas with one hand as he pulled her into a hug with the other. He kissed her on the cheek and she mirrored his actions before getting up to leave.
"I have to check up on Toby." She announced heading out the flat with her cell. Since moving in with Sherlock she had to let her neighbor take care of her cat. Molly had her cat with her at first but when she came home one night to find her cat stiff as a board and unresponsive all hell broke loose. She cut off Sherlock from the lab and it's body parts for months. Her cat was ok it was an experiment but one that scared the daylights out of Molly and she was not going to take another chance so Toby new home was in her old neighbors home.
"You know Molly just bitch slapped you." John said with a smirk. They looked at each other at started to burst out in laughter.
"Tomorrow could be our end and a lot of others too. You probably wish you could rewind time because if you never meet me your life would have been-
"Boring,uneventful,I would still most likely have PTSD, I would have never been the man I am now to be worthy of being with Mary, I would not have the amazing best friend anybody could ask for and I would still have that bloody damn limb!" John shouted standing up as he interrupted Sherlock.
3 hours left
Time was almost up two hours earlier devices that caused people to choke started to pop up all over London. The chase had lead the three to St. Barts.
"All for one and one for all that's it if we find a way to disable this one we can stop all the other ones."Sherlock said as they searched the hospital.
There search lead them to the basement of the hospital there in the middle of the room was a glass little room with two sections. It was a puzzle to even shut it off if anything Moriarty had taught his right hand man Moran very well. First Sherlock tried going straight to the device but when it shut down all the other devices in the city started to count down. Then him and John tried the other way it opened for a second but then for some reason quickly closed up. Another hour and some minutes had passed with no luck. Sherlock was so close to stopping this if he could only figure out how. He knew the bomb squad was trying their best but could not stop the 300 devices set around the city.
"Why is this so tedious I've solved the riddle but Moran is still holding it over my head like a child." Sherlock groaned running his hands through his locks viciously.
Molly had decided to try it out she entered though the section without the device and as soon as she shut the door the device activated getting Sherlock and John on alert as they rushed to her. They started to pound on the glass but Molly could not hear them nor could they hear her. The only sound she could hear was the clicking of the clock on the device and her breathing. Sherlock tried to pull the door open but it had locked. Reaching over for the door Molly had pushed on it and it had opened for her. When it opened Sherlock pulled her out quickly and grabbed on to her for dear life.
"Thank goodness." he chanted into her hair as he held her.
"Molly are you alright? I just got a call from Lestrade he said all the devices just went dead a second ago but then reactivated." John said still talking on the phone with Lestrade.
"Maybe we're close. Molly do you remember exactly what you did?" Sherlock asked.
"Not really I could try." She replied. The quote "All for one and One for All" suddenly hit Molly like a bulldozer.
She started to inch her way back to the glass room. "Sherlock John tell Lestrade it's solved." She replied in a broken whisper. Before they could ask her what she was talking about she shut the door. Sherlock started to pull on the door with vigor as John brought out his gun but was stopped when Sherlock told him the glass was bullet proof. Again she could not hear them or could they hear her but she could read Sherlock lips asking her to please open the door. Instead she mouthed goodbye and locked the door this caused the device to start counting down again and the door became permanently locked. A little widow opened up top and now they could hear each other.
"Molly open up the door and get out." Sherlock begged as his eyes started to water.
"I can't I've already made the decision." Molly replied
Sherlock banged on the glass. "Then undo it!" he shouted letting some tears escape.
Molly put her hand up to his on the glass. "All for one and One for all." She spoke softly looking into his eyes. "It wasn't a riddle it was a prophecy that either everyone would have to sacrifice themselves for you or just one would have to sacrifice themselves for everyone. I believe he was expecting you or John to do it I don't he thought I would." She explained.
"So what this is it this is how it ends. It can't be the end." Sherlock cried out shaking his head in disbelief.
John had got off with Lestrade who told them the devices shut down and broke apart happy that they had solved it unaware of the price. "Lestrade I'm going to need you to come to Barts." John said he hung up the phone.
"John please talk sense into her." Sherlock begged.
He looked at Molly and saw in her eyes the determination and also defeat that this was the only way. " Molly you are one of the most selfless most brave person I have ever meet. You're not a mouse you're a lion who thought themselves a mouse. I care for you very deeply and I'll always remember you everyone will for you what you did." John preached leaning his head on the glass to Molly trying to stay composed.
Sherlock moved John away. "What are you doing!" he shouted at John
"Saying goodbye and you need to bloody do the damn same you git! John shouted back.
Sherlock stepped forward to her unable to speak so Molly started to speak. "Since this will be my last chance I can tell you this. At first when I meet you I was annoyed with you, then somehow I ended up fancying you, and now I can say without a doubt Sherlock Holmes I love you." Molly Spoke with so much emotion and depth that Sherlock heart started beat rapidly and felt an indescribable warmth.
"I don't know how to say goodbye."Sherlock admitted in defeat.
"What will you miss about me?" Molly asked
"Everything"
"Just tell me what you're thinking about, or what you want or what you need? Just tell me something this is your last chance."Molly spoke.
Sherlock looked deep into her eyes as their palms meet one the glass and spoke one would that answered all her questions. "You." he said finally breaking down.
There was only five minutes left and the little window that allowed them to hear each other had closed. Molly looked over to John begging him to take Sherlock away for she did not want him to see her die. He saw this in her eyes as he pulled on Sherlock forcefully. He fought against John put lost as his mind was too clouded to properly fight John off. As John pulled him away he kept his gaze on Molly until she was out of sight.
Just as John finally got Sherlock out of the hospital Lestrade pulled up in the police car running up to them with a smile. "I don't know how you guys did it but you saved the city." he laughed with relief but stopped as he looked at Sherlock and John face but noticed someone was missing.
"Where is Molly?" He asked looking at Sherlock but saw nothing then looked towards John and had got his answer.
3,2,1 Sherlock watch had went off followed by the sound of a small controlled explosion. John and Lestrade hung their heads down low. Sherlock fell to his knees and lost all control as he started to scream and cry.
3,2,1 the timer beeped counting down as Molly said "Goodbye" tears streaming down her face.
She felt her body get weak and unable to control it she knew exactly now how those elderly folks felt. Her body knew to breathe but she became incapable of doing so as she started to breathe her last bit of air. Sadly she knew this was the end for her but her body kept trying to fight it. As the darkness started to creep up on her she heard a sickeningly familiar voice teasing her.
"What I'm I going to do with you my little morbid mousy Molly."
AN: Cliff hanger! Ok so who ever is still reading my story still thank you I have been neglectful but I won't abandon my story. If I don't write it out it will just nag me.
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