I can finally say this story is complete! It makes me sad to see this story end, but it makes me excited for the future! I can't seem to let this version of Sherlock and Molly go, I love them to much. I'm not sure when I'll write a threequel for this... I might write a one-shot while I think of where I might be going with the idea I currently have floating in my head.

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I hope you all enjoy this last chapter. Until next time!

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Molly and Thomas argued the whole way to Blackwood.

"So what are you trying to say!?" said Thomas.

"I'm trying to say that you're a slob." said Molly in an irritated voice.

Thomas turned around to face his sister; they had decided to take his car to Blackwood since Sherlock had decided his car was much closer. Now Molly was squished between Erin and a bunch of Tommy's stuff.

"Oi! Shut up! I wasn't planning on having people in the car! Plus, I don't like cleaning my car..." he said angrily.

"Obviously." she muttered under her breath.

"What's that supp-"

Before he could finish Sherlock snapped.

"If you two don't shut up, I will pull this car over and kick you two out!" he roared.

Both siblings closed their mouths and glared at each other before Thomas sat back down.

"Geez, calm down dad." grumbled Thomas under his breath.

xXx

The car pulled up in the front gates of Blackwood and the four quickly exited the car, as they got closer they began to hear a voice that sounded like Zach shouting. Sherlock burst through the doors with Erin, Tommy, and Molly following behind, they were nowhere in sight but they could hear Zach clearly.

"You killed my mother!" they heard.

"Z-Zach, I didn't I swear!"

"You did! And you tried to get rid of me!"

Sherlock looked over his shoulder at the three and before going up the stairs. Molly was the first to move following closely behind Sherlock, they made it down the corridor into what looked like a sitting area, Molly looked the molded walls and the broken windows were shattered, she also spotted some old chairs scattered throughout the room, a wheelchair or two as well. And there in the middle of the room stood a tear-stained Zach pointing a gun at a frightened Morton.

"Wait! Stop!" shouted Thomas.

Both Erin and Tommy ran past Sherlock and Molly and stopped near where Zach and Morton stood.

"Zach... What are you doing?" said Erin.

Zach turned to face them and they all ducked as he swung the gun along with him.

"What am I doing?" he said hysterically.

"I'm going to kill this fucking bastard that's what I'm going to do."

"But this isn't you..." said Erin.

Zach let out a scoff and aimed the gun back at Morton.

"You don't fucking know how I am, Erin. Are you that thick-headed that you haven't figured it out?" he said angrily.

"I knew you were good friends with these two." he nodded his head at Molly and Thomas

"I used you... Don't you get it? I don't fucking love you. I never have. I just wanted to get close enough to Morton."

Molly could see the hurt in Erin's eyes but he refused to crack. Sherlock stepped forward far enough from Zach to not make him feel threatened.

"Why are you doing this?" he asked.

Zach rolled his eyes and set the gun down.

"I don't think it's fair." he began "That my mother died and he gets to live. It's not fair!"

"How did you know Lillian Hart was your mother." spoke Molly.

"I was taken in by one of the nurses. She believed the things my mum told her unlike everyone else. She suspected Morton for months, but she couldn't do anything about it. She told me stories about her, how kind she was and how this fucking place turned her crazy! How no one believed her that this asshole was coming into her room and taking advantage of her!"

Molly looked over at Morton; she couldn't tell what he was thinking.

"Why did you drug us?" continued Sherlock.

"Oh you figured out it was me? How long did it take you to figure that out?"

"After we went to the cliff side."

Zach tsked "That's longer than I expected, I thought you were supposed to be clever."

"I am."

"Then tell me. How did I do it?"

The room fell silent for a moment before Sherlock spoke again.

"The first time you drugged us was at Morton's birthday party I noticed you wearing gloves that night so it was transferred by contact. John, Mary, and Molly came into contact with you but I did not."

"Ah, yes you refused to shake my hand. Quite rude by the way. But do go on."

"The effects of the drug caused them to experience strange hallucinations triggered sleep walking and black outs."

He looked at everyone before continuing.

"The night we went to Blackwood you gave me a torch, I suspect that's what you laced with the drug, because that was the night I experienced something."

Zach nodded and grinned "Very good Mr. Holmes."

Sherlock rolled his eyes and continued "I suspect it's a drug that was something that had been used here at Blackwood... You must have snooped through the old records. Whatever it was it caused Mary Morstan to miscarry."

"Aw, Yes, I'm sorry about that." he said with a pout

"I really didn't know she was expecting... Good thing Molly here wasn't pregnant right? But she did get the most exposure to the drug... You were starting to see things weren't you, love? You even thought I was a nurse..." he chuckled

Molly frowned "You strapped me to that machine!?"

Zach nodded "I was bored and it was fun messing with all your heads." he rolled his eyes before turning his attention to Morton. Morton stood tall and frowned at Zach.

"You had no right to do that them." he told him.

"This is between you and me. It's always been between you and me. You didn't have to drag other people with you."

"But I did father dearest." he spat "You don't deserve happiness; you knew that your child survived and yet you didn't go looking for me. Instead you raise to orphans and give them all your attention! What about me? I needed that attention too, I bet you never even thought about me..." he sobbed.

"But I did! I always thought about you, Zach. I've always felt guilty about what I did, If I had looking for you that would have just been a reminder of the shameful thing I did. Please forgive me." he whispered.

Zach was crying louder now, Sherlock twitched uncomfortably and turned to look at the floor while Molly couldn't look away, she felt bad for Zach, she felt guilty for taking all of Morton's attention. Would he have looked for him if he hadn't taken them in? Molly looked over at Thomas who was staring back, she wondered if he was thinking the same.

"Don't ask me to forgive you. I will never forgive you!" spat Zach in anger.

Everything happened so fast after that, Zach shot the gun at Morton causing him to fall to the ground, Molly let out a scream and Thomas and Sherlock were immediately on Zach pinning him to the ground. Molly ran to Morton's side where he clutched his bleeding chest. Molly began to shed tears and sniffled.

"Aw, don't cry for me, Molly Bear."

he rose a shaky hand and wiped away a tear from her cheek, causing him to stain her cheek with his blood. Molly could hear Erin on the phone with the police, but she didn't dare look away from Morton.

"I hope..." he rasped "That you don't think I'm a monster for what I did."

Molly shook her head "Shh, please Morty. That doesn't matter now. Don't talk save your strength please." she pleaded.

Morton chuckled and coughed "My Molly Bear, how I love you so much. So kind and forgiving."

Thomas was a her side now, clutching Morton's hand "Take care of your sister, you hear me?" he warned.

Thomas sniffled and wiped away a few tears "You know I always will."

Morton smiled at both "My children. I don't care that you weren't mine. You're my children. Zach..." he finally said.

"I hope you find it in your heart to forgive me one day."

"Go to hell!" he said from underneath Sherlock.

They could hear the police sirens in the distance, Molly looked up as the blue and red lights began to illuminate through the room.

"You're safe now Morton." she said "They'll take you to th-"

She looked down to see an expressionless look on Morton's face "MortMort?" she whispered softly. She placed a hand on his neck but felt no pulse "Please don't do this." she whispered

"Wake up."

She felt a hand on her shoulder "He's gone, Molls." whispered Thomas.

Molly let out a sob and let Thomas take her in his arms he petted her hair and whispered soothing words to her, but that didn't help her. A few policemen and paramedics came in while the police made their way to Zach and Sherlock the paramedics made their way to Morton. Molly closed her eyes and cried into her brother's chest.


After giving her statement Molly sat on the stone steps of Blackwood, they have given her a shock blanket which she didn't mind because probably was in shock. She looked as she hear the familiar footsteps approaching her, Sherlock sat down beside her and looked down at her.

"How are you...feeling?" he asked her.

Molly shrugged and leaned on him.

"I'm feeling tired." she told him.

Sherlock wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close, he then kissed the top of her head and nodded.

"I called John and told him what happened." he said.

"What did he say?"

"He yelled at me."

"What? Why?"

"Honestly I wasn't paying attention."

Molly smiled and shook her head.

"Stop trying to make me smile. It's not very appropriate. My adopted father just died."

"Yes... I'm sorry for that. He was... a pretty good man. Despite... you know."

Molly closed her eyes and shook her head.

"Sherlock?" she suddenly said.

"Yes, Molly?"

"I'm homesick."

"I think it is time for us to go home." he told her.


The funeral happened two days later, Molly didn't want to stay any longer than that. After saying goodbye to her brother and Erin, the two made their long journey back home. Sherlock had insisted on them taking a plane, but Molly disagreed, she didn't care how tired she was, she would always refuse to take a plane.

"You're going to have to get over that fear eventually." Commented Sherlock.

"Well not right now." She replied stubbornly.

Their way back was long; she was in no way traveling for the next months. The two arrived at 221b, Molly was too exhausted to make it all the way to her flat, it was late and she could see that Sherlock was tired too. Once they entered the flat Molly made her way to the couch and plopped down, her heavy lids were slowly closing and suddenly she was off the couch and up in the air in Sherlock's arms.

"Sherlock, I'm tired I was going to sleep…" she whined.

"You'll be more comfortable on the bed." He told her.

Sherlock pulled over the duvet off his bed with his free hand and set her down gently, he then began taking her shoes off her trainers leaving her socks on. He pulled the duvet over her and went to the other side of the bed where he proceeded to take off his own trainers and going under the duvet with her, he snuggled close to her and kissed her gently on the forehead causing her to smile sleepily at him.

"I love you, Sherlock. Goodnight."

She felt a smile form on his lips

"I love you too. Goodnight, Molly Hooper."

He reached over her and turned off the light.