It was 11:45 PM when Molly started to get ready for the final battle, the fallout. She knew that she most likely was going to die, but she still had that glimmer of hope that her boys would use their brains to come up with an idea. Molly grabbed her sword and tied it to her belt. By then, only a minute passed and she had lots of time to spare. She got her letter and felt the indents of the words she wrote. She always liked that feeling, the indents of words on paper. It was really comforting to her, it was probably the last comforting thing she would touch in a long while. Molly slipped the letter into a envelope, sealed it, and then placed it on her desk. Having nothing else to, she walked over to her bed and picked up her phone. She re-read the messages that she and James had exchanged earlier that day. A little piece of her died when she thought of being in the presence of him again. A reminder came up on my phone, You only have 20% of your battery left. She sighed and plugged it in and placed it on her desk. I guess I won't be bringing that with me she thought to herself. Molly checked the time, it was 11:58; it was time to go. She looked around her room and then looked at herself in her mirror one last time. She was wearing her favorite pair of jeans, leather boots that went up to her knees, a black t-shirt, and a red leather jacket. Her eyes were brighter then ever before and she seemed to have an air of confidence around her. She took a deep breath and then she disappeared.
"Your little angel friend is taking too long!" James said in a little sing song voice, "And if she does show, then I will have to kill you, and then I will hunt her down and I will kill her."
"She still has a minute until midnight." Sherlock said. But he prayed that she wouldn't come. He knew that her death would be a lot more painful and torturous than his.
"She better hurry up, I'm-"
"I'm here." A voice said from behind him. He turned around and saw Molly Hooper standing by the alter he had prepared, her arms crossed.
"Molly, darling! You showed!" James said as his face lit up.
"I told you I would come." Molly said in a icy tone.
"And I knew you would." He started to walk toward her.
"Don't." She said. Molly tried to pull out her sword but she couldn't move, "James, please don't." She said, but she began to panic when he kept moving closer to her. "We had a deal."
"I do love to see you flustered." He said happily. By then he was right in front of her. He leaned in and kissed her on the lips. "There, that wasn't so bad now was it?" He backed up. Molly took a step, she was relieved when she could actually move. She turned to Sherlock, "Are you ok?"
"Yes, I'm fine." Sherlock replied back.