Yeah I didn't kill Molly, oh come on do you really think I had? I couldn't kill her, I love her too much haha, I had thought it out beforehand, it's part of her transition of character. She's still Molly deep down but this chapter will explain. I have decided to do a sequel to this but it won't be linked to Reichenbach or anything to do with the TV series stories, maybe 'Hound' but I wanted to explore my own stories. Thanks to my Beta reader again, much love darlin! Anyway enough rambling, enjoy xxx

"Hnnng" was all Molly could say once he broke the kiss.

"Molly, I saw Darcy shoot you" Sherlock said "I saw your body fall, the blood run from your head..."

"I know but did you really? Think about it Sherlock" she said sitting down on the sofa which he later sat beside her.

"She didn't shoot you?"

"She did, but with a dud bullet"

"But why? I don't...understand"

Molly was shocked when he said that. Sherlock had always understood but not this time, he had no idea what had gone on, Molly was in the driving seat now.

"Darcy isn't like her brother, I mean she is but not really" she began her story "all she wanted was to get back at her brother for killing her first love. Me and her were genuinely good friends; she didn't want to kill me, not really. Instead of actually killing me she hatched up a plan that would seem like she killed me. Few difficulties arised, obviously, what with Sebastian finding out, but she clearly found a way around that.

"This plan of hers meant I could live and go free but Jim would lose me, forever thinking I'm dead. She planted the dud bullet into the gun with loaded ones so Jim wouldn't notice, it was a risk but if Darcy did everything right, I would be ok. She fired the gun into my temple which made me black out, the next part had to be very quick and had to go unnoticed which is why she dragged me backwards, it ripped a bag of blood which splattered everywhere. Seb dragged me away quick enough so no-one could see my body. After that everything was pretty simple to be honest, laying low and Darcy busy getting me a new identity so I could stay off Jims radar, hence why I zapped all the cameras in this place, he won't know I've been here, just a techy fault.

"However, staying off Jim's radar isn't going to be easy, new name and new job, new clothes, new home, new everything" she looked down at her hands "that's why I'm moving to America"

Sherlock froze, she knew she had to move but why America? It was so far away. Why not just up north somewhere?

"Why America?" he asked finally.

"Darcy has the best contacts there, it was either that or Singapore, another good contact with Darcy, I chose America, no language barrier at all"

"When are you moving?"

"Next Sunday"

"And I'm guessing you won't be coming back?" Sherlock asked, with a tiny bit of hope in his soul.

"No, too risky, Darcy is keeping Jim under wrap as much as she can for now so I can say goodbye to some people, but mostly, as many people as I can should just think I'm dead, much easier" Molly explained.

"Then why did you come to me to tell me you're alive? Why not just let me think you're dead?"

"Thought you had a right to know and I know I can trust you with my secret, one thing though, John can't know, neither can Mrs Hudson"

"But she opened the door"

"To Darcy, not to me"

"Ah"

"Sherlock, you're the only one who knows that I'm alive, other than Darcy"

"You can trust John with your secret you know"

"I know but, I don't think it would be..." that's when the front door shut.

"That'll be John"

"I have to hide" she said quickly

"You don't! John can keep a secret"

"Can I?" John asked coming into the room shocked at Molly's presence.

"Hey John" she said sheepishly.

"Molly...how?" he asked.

"I think I better explain it all again" she said sitting him down.

She went through her story again, John bewildered by it all just sat in silence, not knowing what to say exactly. 'Molly was alive' was all he could think about. But soon questions were forming in his mind, did Sherlock know about this? He didn't. Was she just going to leave and that was it? She was. No contact? No.

"Then what's the point of you being alive then?" Sherlock asked, voice thick in anger and upset.

"Sherlock!" John said.

"It's fine John, I'm used to it, there's no contact until I know it's safe to come back" she explained.

"That will never happen until he's dead" Sherlock said simply.

"Maybe, I just have to wait and see. I'm sorry but I better be going now, need to pack and get everything sorted for moving" she said standing. John stood with her and led her to the door. He kissed her cheek gently.

"We'll miss you Moll"

"I know you will, not too sure about grumpy"

John chuckled.

"He'll miss you more than you think, trust me" John said.

Little Molly Hooper just smiled sadly, said goodbye and grabbed a taxi to her old flat.

It took about 15 minutes for Molly to get back, there was heavy traffic on the roads, Darcy said it was a distraction for Jim to keep her safe. Getting out the taxi she couldn't help but feel bad the way she left things with Sherlock, she could see in those eyes of his that there was sadness there that he couldn't escape. Problem was that Molly couldn't stay to help him, she had to leave or Jim would find her. It was killing her deep down, leaving London for probably the rest of life, leaving the man she loved so much but she had to to keep herself safe and alive.

Putting these thoughts to the back of her mind, Molly opened her flats door and opened the note that Darcy had left her.

Molly,

Here is your plane ticket, check in times etc. Be at the airport at 7 sharpish please. You know the route to tell the taxi driver, if he complains get another taxi. I'll see you in the departures lounge.

DM x

The plan was coming into action nicely, but it didn't stop her heart from hurting. This was all Jim's fault, he had messed everything up completely.

Molly put the ticket away safely and went to sit on the sofa.

"You really leaving?" a man's voice asked from behind the front door.

Molly almost jumped out of her skin and nearly screamed thinking Jim had found her.

"Easy Molly it's just me" Sherlock said sternly.

"Sorry, you scared me half to death!" she said standing up "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Answer my question first"

"Yes I'm really leaving, I have to" she said "now answer mine"

"I came here to ask you that" he wasn't sure how to explain what he felt for her. He knew that if he was going to make her stay he had to speed this 'love' thing up, he had to advance her quicker, he had been moving way too slow and now he was losing her, again.

"You came all this way just to ask me that? Bit of a wasted trip Sherlock" she said, she wasn't angry, she sounded more disheartened by it.

"I guess it was" feeling a bit more confident he moved over to her, bodies almost touching "is there anything I can do to make you stay? Mycroft and I could work a way to keep you safe here"

Molly was frozen to the spot, she could feel the electricity buzzing through from his body to hers.

"I-I don't th-think there is any-anything" she stuttered.

Sherlock smirked slightly, she was stuttering, he had a good influence on her this way, which meant he was doing something right. He leaned down to her slightly.

"You're certain about that?"

"Y-yes" and before she could say anything else Sherlock brushed his lips against hers, placing his hands on her waist gently pulling her to him. Molly had to push up onto her tip toes to kiss him properly but she didn't care, Sherlock Holmes was kissing her!

Sherlock had done this before, when he was a teenager, 17, he did it just so he could see what the fuss was about. Wasn't anything special to him but kissing Molly seemed to do something to him. Something deep within him stirred. Soon his tongue was begging for entrance into her mouth, which Molly quickly granted. He had no idea why he wanted to do that but he was enjoying it and so was Molly by the way she was moaning into his mouth. She was soon pushing his coat and scarf off and pulling him to her bedroom. Did he want to do this? He had done it once and only his body found it pleasurable. Molly obviously wanted to, maybe giving sex another chance was a good thing. Following her lead he began to remove her top, sliding it over her arms and then kissing her neck.

Molly's head was spinning out of control once Sherlock's lips had made contact with her neck, he was doing it way better than Jim ever did. She could feel her arousal beginning to form already. She slid her hands into his hair, locking his lips where they were.

Using his deductions skills, Sherlock explored her body with his hands, going by the moans she made he soon found where she enjoyed him touching her the most. Her legs were obviously sensitive, along with her breasts. He guided her back onto the bed and whispered:

"Protection"

"Bottom draw in the bathroom" she sighed back.

He got up and went to get one out, removing his shirt while he was at it. Molly had the same idea and was taking her bra off while he was out, quickly undoing her jeans as well. He came back with a small packet and resumed kissing her, keeping a hold of it. Molly took control again by pushing his trousers down so they were both just in underwear. She could see his excitement building.

"You sure you want to?" she asked, not quite believing she was about to sleep with Sherlock Holmes.

"I do as long as you're ok with it" he asked tugging his boxers down and ripping open the packet. She nodded.

"Of course I am" she replied, she gasped in pleasure when he slid his hand down between her legs to check she was ready for him, which she was. He put the protection on, positioned himself and slid slowly into her.

Sherlock had spent the night at Molly's every night right up until she had to go.

"I thought I had convinced you to stay" Sherlock said slightly heartbroken when she had decided to still leave.

"I have to go Sherlock, I can't stay and be in danger"

"I said Mycroft and I could make a plan!" he said.

"I know but I have to Sherlock, I'm sorry!" she got dressed and grabbed her suitcase.

"But I...I love you Molly"

"I love you too Sherlock Holmes" she kissed his forehead. He stood up and grabbed her plane ticket, looking angry.

"Don't go!"

"Give me my ticket"

"No, stay Miss..." he looked at her ticket and then looked back at her saying her new name that had been given to her by Darcy "Adler"