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Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, BBC, Moffat, and all the people associated with BBC Sherlock

AN: This chapter is goes with chapter 7 it all takes place during the same time but at a different place and a different point of view.

CHAPTER Ten- MIRROR

August 6, 2013 one year after Molly death

Location: Unknown

37,073 tiles she had counted before she got bored there was not much to do on the large estate after being here for so long. Molly tried to find new ways to entertain herself . The mansion was breathtaking and had everything a person could want in a home if anything this was a dream house for Molly.

"Hello Sweetie I'm home!" he said in high singing voice walking straight towards her picking her up and swinging her around.

"I thought I had more time. You said you would be out late doing God knows what." Molly grumbled.

Yes this was a dream house to live in but Molly was living in a nightmare. She was being held prisoner by none other than James Moriarty. She had been stuck here for way too long. When he first took her that day when she thought she was going to die she thought he would use her as bait. As time went on she started to realize Moriarty didn't want Sherlock to find her but decided to keep her as some sort of trophy for winning the game. It was the only explanation why he kept her here and did not kill her.

Moriarty took his long slender fingers and pressed it to Molly face to make her smile. "Come on my dear you should be happy today is an anniversary."

"Anniversary of what?" Molly questioned brushing her hands away.

His grin grew wide until he showed his teeth. " The anniversary of your death of course and the beginning of us."

"There is no us there never was and never will be." Molly spat with anger at him for keeping her prisoner in this hell and also to the fact that it had been a year and she was still not free.

Bringing up his finger he wagged it in front of her face making a tsking sound. "How wrong you are my Molly there was an us." he teased.

"That does not count when you were Jim from IT you were pretending and using me to get to Sherlock." Molly countered walking away to go upstairs.

Before she could make it to the last step she heard him speak. " Your wrong again and there will be an us." he spoke in darkly determined voice. In response she quickly ran to her room and shut her door as loud as she could.

No longer could she take this it was becoming tiring but she still kept hope that Sherlock would find her. Even though she was suppose to be dead she still believed in him as she always did. It had been a year now of her still holding on it was the only thing she had left. Little by little she started to change being around Moriarty. Molly started to be manipulative to get what she wanted. When she needed something and had no other choice she would speak softly and call him Jim. He just loved it when she willingly touched or hugged him most of the time it was to get some freedom or to stop him from doing something evil. There was one thing she was glad for he never tried to forcefully make out with her or rape her when he had the power to do so. Moriarty made it clear several times that he wanted her usually when she did or said something he liked would say something like. "Sexy do you know what you do to me." growling in a husky voice pressing his affection against her. He never went far though something Molly was thankful for but she would never tell him that. She only kissed him passionately once but in Molly defense it was to save a young man. As if on cue the young man walked into her bedroom.

"Hello Molly." the young man smiled holding a tray of fruits to snack on.

"Hello David." Molly smiled back grabbing the tray and setting it down. She felt a sisterly instinct towards him. He was a young man just 22 years old such a young man with so much promise. He was stuck in this life due to deadbeat parents and wanting to help his younger siblings.

David looked around in a paranoid way. "It's alright I threatened to never speak to him if he put cameras in my room. I told him I'm being watched all the time I want some privacy." Molly spoke up as she saw the boy shoulders slump letting out a breath.

"I'm not stupid I knew what I was in for when I joined up with Moriarty but it does not mean I have to agree with everything. I don't like you being here Molly your good you don't deserve this." he spoke apologetically

Gentle ruffling his hair she smiled at him in understanding in this world of evil she was living in there was a little angel to help her through it. Sadly throughout the year it become not enough she was starting to lose hope and sometimes her mind would go to dark places. Asking herself questions such as What if she fought? Would she be killed or maybe he wanted her to kill or hurt someone. What if she gave in to him? What if she just became Persephone since he was Hades? What if he wanted more? What if it just all ended for her?

"Look David you need to get out of this life. Don't worry about me and worry about yourself and your siblings." Molly spoke with concern and authority as she grabbed both of his shoulders turning him to her.

He shook his head. "I'll help my family but I always promise to get you out of here one way or another." David words had such conviction Molly could not argue. He was working for the Devil but he always tried to do the right thing.

They ate together enjoying this little bit of peace. Unfortunately the peace was short lived as Moriarty burst through the door with a smile plastered on his face. "Let's watch some TV they're doing a whole special today honoring your death. Molly Hooper the woman who died to save London. It just screams hero. Lets watch it and see what everyone says." Moriarty chirped as the servants followed behind him with popcorn, soda, and candy.

"NO!"

It was the only word Molly said but it had changed Moriarty attitude very quickly. He took two long strides towards her and grabbed her forcefully by the throat. "This wasn't a request you either do it or you'll be staring at a wall for the next week." he threaten.

Molly tried hard to forget about that. When she first got here she fought really hard but one day Moriarty decided to punish her. This punishment did not harm her physically no it was much worse to her. For days she was kept in a dark room with no light or sound it was just nothing. At first she thought no big deal of it but as the days went on she started to feel more alone and more insane. He told his employees not to talk to her or anything when she was in there just give her food. Although one employee tried o say hello when he handed her food through a slot on the door but before he could finish the word hello there was a sound of a shot and hit body falling to the floor. Molly had become so desperate for human contact to her sickened belief she jumped into Moriarty arms when he opened the door to let her out. She clung on to him for days luckily she got back her senses realizing she was not going to get Stockholm syndrome.

"Go ahead I use to hate it but now I rather look at a wall than look at you." she sneered with venom.

He threw back his head and started to darkly chuckle tightening his hold on Molly neck. Something she was not prepared for since he had not physically abused her yet. Maybe he would kill her she thought. David threw the tray off of him and ran to help her. The commotion was stopped by the sound of a click. Molly looked to see Moriarty pointing a gun at David's head. Fear instantly crept through Molly that she would lose her only friend she had in this hell hole. Quickly she threw her arms around Moriarty neck. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Sorry. Sorry." She whimpered as she kissed his face all over to get him to calm down.

It worked Moriarty face became softer as he drew her in with one hand kissing her hair but still held the gun up to David. "Tell your dog to calm down and sit."he snapped.

Molly gulped at the fact she had to degrade him like that but it was to save his life. "David calm down and sit." she said snapping her fingers as she would a pet.

After a few moments Moriarty brightly smiled and put his gun down. "Actually tell him to leave I want to watch the telly alone with you." he announced as the servants got the message and placed the stuff down and cleaned up the mess. Molly looked over to David and he reluctantly left her in the room with a madman. He turned on the telly to watch her memorial. With each passing second that someone went up to talk about Molly she started to feel a guilt wishing she could run up to them telling them she was not dead. Now she truly knew how Sherlock felt but Sherlock had her and Molly really had no one who could help her. She held on hope because Sherlock had not shown up at her funeral telling everyone she was not dead. Molly thought that Sherlock knew something and would rescue her it was this that gave her hope not knowing that it was not that he believed she was not dead but was not willing to accept it. Molly did not know this so she blindly held on hope but that hope started to die when she heard him start to speak.

"We are here today to honor a very brave soul. A young woman who risked her life to save so many lives. Doctor Molly Kathleen Hooper was a pathologist for St. Barthlomew she cared for the dead as well as the living. She did not judge anyone and gave a helping hand to those in need if they knew it or not. Doctor Hooper was an acquittance...no Molly was more than that she was a part of my life. She will be dearly missed but Molly would of wanted everyone here to move on because that's why she sacrificed herself because she had such a big heart and would want everyone to live a happy life without her. Molly was a very big part of so many peoples lives and my life as well. This memorial here at St. Bartholomew for Doctor Molly Kathleen Hooper is to honor her everyday to remember what she did for the greater good." Sherlock voiced boomed over the speaker as he finished up his speech earning cheers and sobs through the crowd.

Throwing the popcorn off of her she ran to the TV turning it off. "No! No! No! This can't be it's not real. He can't give up."she started to chant to herself as Moriarty just started to laugh. She slowly turned to him to see him with a wicked smile that's when she felt her stomach drop because she knew why he was happy because he had truly won. Molly felt the hope, the fight, and the light in her quickly start to fade until she was overcome with despair and darkness.

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Forever it had seemed had passed and Molly became more depressed. It pained David to watch her slowly fade away she would not talk, eat, smile, cry, get mad, or show any emotion. Like a lifeless doll. Everything just seemed darker in that place without Molly being herself having that fire. David could even see the guilt in Moriarty as he came into her room every night embracing her and gentle stroking her hair. David could hear him whisper to her to "Just give in and remember."

David came into her room for lunch making her favorite snacks and even made them into shapes and characters like she loved. When he showed her it her face showed nothing she was neither pleased or displeased. Gentle he took her hand rubbing the back of it lovingly with his thumb. "Come on Molls you can't give up. You'll make it out of here,." He broke down hoping to reach her but as he looked up in was all in vein. He worked for Moriarty he knew that look when people had completely given up and there was no bringing them back. Those thoughts were confirmed when she braced his hand and finally spoke in a long time.

"Please just help me end it" Molly begged.

As much as he did not want to let her go he knew he could not deny her wishes. He loved Molly she had become an older sister to him something he always wanted. Since he was little he had no one to care for him having deadbeat parents and being the oldest he had to take care of others. Knowing that he could not help her although he had tried but it almost got his siblings killed he walked over to the bathtub and started to run the water. When the water was set he guided her over to the tub. "Molly take a bath I'm going to be gone for a long time. I'll make sure not one bothers you ok." he spoke trying yo hold back the tears. Molly nodded knowing exactly what he meant. They both knew that for her the only way out was death. As David walked away and shut the door looking at her one last time hoping she would change her mind she turned away from him. She eased herself into the bathtub emerging herself underwater. When she started to lose air she did not fight she knew then that she had truly given up as darkness drifted on her.

There was a burst of light and Molly woke up to find herself in a familiar place. She was at 221b Baker st. Molly looked around confused had she been saved but soon that reality came crashing down as she could feel it she was dead. Why was she here though was this suppose to be her heaven had she even made it to heaven. Realizing she was in the bathroom Molly looked down at Sherlock to see him in despair about to inject himself with a lethal dose of drugs. She knew she had to save him reaching to stop him.

"John please sto- Molly was surprised at this could he actually see her she was dead.

"You're back." he simple replied not able to look away from her or even blink. Molly did not understand back when had she been here. It had hit her that she was stupid he had not truly given up on her but now it was too late. He was going to die when he still had so many people who loved him and had so much to do in this world he was the great Sherlock Holmes. This made her upset and angry

With a furious rage she started to shout at him. "What the hell do you think you're doing! Oh my gosh Sherlock why were you about to risk your life. This is so stupid of you! What about John, Ms. Hudson, Lestrade, Wiggins and yes Mycroft all the people who love you so much. What about me do you really think I wanted this to happen if you killed yourself because of my death. I would have been pissed." Molly ranted as tears free flowed down her face.

Molly taken back by her rant as his eyes widen " I needed to see you. To let you know how important you are to me and how much you mattered to me. I know I have to let go but I want to hold on to this fantasy for awhile. Molly Hooper I want to be a pirate for just a little while longer."

She tried to hold back the tears but failed as tears slid down her face. He once told her of his childhood. Knowing that meant he wanted to keep believing in something impossible. It pained her but it was already too late she had to help him let go. He laid down beside her on the bathroom floor as they gazed at each other taking in as much as he could which seemed like hours but was only a few minutes.

"Molly I know that once I say this you'll be gone but."Sherlock whispered as Molly held a breath or whatever ghost did.

"Yes Sherlock go ahead." She encouraged.

His eyes conveyed so many emotions as he cried out to Molly as he said his final words. " Molly there will always be a place for you in my heart and it pains me but I must say goodbye Molly." Sherlock spoke finally accepting her death.

Molly had watched as Sherlock drifted to sleep exhausted. Drowning to her was a very befitting death of how she used to be. Her whole life she felt like she was drowning I a way. Then she met Sherlock Holmes and felt he could be her prince charming and save her. That did not happen how she wanted it to but he did something different something she was thankful for. It was because of Sherlock that she got stronger. It was because of him that she started to move her arms and kick. It was because of him that she started to fight. It was because of him that she started to breathe. This was just one of the reasons why she would always love him.

Molly looked down at Sherlock sleeping as she laid beside him wishing she could stay forever but knew it would kill him and her. Why did it have to end up like this. She had finally got her goodbye just as Sherlock did.

"I tried to hold on I did I was waiting for you to save me but I saw you on the television and saw that you were ready to move on. I couldn't suffer anymore with that lunatic. Just know that none of this is your fault and know that above all I loved you." Molly ghost had whispered as she gentle gave Sherlock a kiss on his check. She was about to dare give him a kiss on his lips when she was suddenly pulled away from Sherlock and out of his flat. Molly closed her eyes knowing she was finally moving towards the light but a sickening feeling overtook her as something felt wrong. Molly was surrounded by darkness but kept hearing voices and sounds that sounded familiar but could not remember them. She heard a loud gunshot but could not open her eyes. As she felt herself being pulled though the water her memories she had now started to fade and was replaced by the ones she never knew she had forgotten. When her current memories were all gone she woke up in a dream. Molly looked up to see a young boy grinning as he pulled her up from the water.

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When Molly woke up she found herself in a comfortable bed and the boy she loved beside her. He looked different but she would always recognize him. They were obsessed with each other. She run her fingers through his smile as he looked up and smiled.

"I'm so glad you're alright." He spoke with such conviction.

Molly pulled him up into a hug as she gentle whispered. "I'm fine Jimmy."

AN: I know what?! Everything will slowly start to reveal itself. Thank you all for your reviews that put a smile on my face and encourage me to keep writing.