"Molly, I need your help," Sherlock begged.

She contemplated this for a few moments. "I'm afraid, Sherlock, I can't do that. I can't help you with what you're asking. It's ridiculous and… honestly, Sherlock, did you really think that I could do that? I'm not that powerful, you know."

The detective sighed and paled. "I need you to help me. If you don't, Moriarty wins. This is the end game, Molly. Without your help, I'll be dead by the end of the day. If I don't die, it'll be our friends. We need this, Molly. We need to do this. For God's sake. If you don't do anything with your life, at least you saved London."

Molly felt her eyes well as she shook her head. "I really can't, Sherlock. I swear to you that I can't."

After taking a step back, Sherlock replied. "You're not in cahoots with Moriarty, are you?"

The woman's jaw dropped as she looked at Sherlock. "What? How could you accuse me of that? We're friends, Sherlock?"

"You can leave. You don't have to be involved. You can go home right now and cut off communication with him. Mycroft will watch over you and he can't get to you."

"No. Sherlock, no." She backed out of the lab shaking her head. "I'm sorry, but no. I can't help you. I just can't."

~oOo~

Sherlock stood on the roof and looked down. He was running out of options. The plan couldn't work without Molly's contribution and she had said no. This wasn't going to work. He was going to have to jump if he didn't want Mrs Hudson, Greg, and John dead.

The body of Jim Moriarty lay on the roof top, almost five meter away from where Sherlock stood. John Watson stood on the road watching Sherlock. Oh God. John was going to watch Sherlock die. Sherlock Holmes was going to die and his best friend was going to watch. Sherlock paled as he realised what was going to happen. He was going to fall and die. Nothing about this was okay. Sherlock did not want to die, not today, not here and not now.

Molly Hooper. The name came to mind and Sherlock sighed, hanging his head in the process. Of all the times for her to say no, why did it have to be today and about this? What had Moriarty said to her?

Sherlock shook his head, getting Molly out of it. No, he had to focus. They were watching him and he had to jump. He wasn't prepared.

~oOo~

"Well, Sherlock, I recommend you talk to Miss Hooper. I believe she can help you with getting out of this alive. Once you have her word, I'll make the arrangements."

Sherlock shook his head at his brother. "She said no. She said that she didn't want to help me this time. This time, I had to do it myself and she wasn't getting involved."

Mycroft crossed his arms and sighed. "I don't know what you expect me to do, Sherlock? I have work to do and I can't just organise your entire life. What do you want me to do?"

The detective sighed and shrugged. "Get someone else on that shift, one of your people. Get Molly away, organise someone to catch me. I don't know, Mycroft, something. Mummy would be very upset if she found out you were the one to kill me."

Furious, Mycroft stood up, his face turning red. "Don't you dare bring that into this. You turn up out of the blue and demand I fix something that will save you in hours. I haven't had time to organise or hire people and now you try and guilt trip me. How dare you do this to me?"

"You're the reason I'm in this predicament, Mycroft. You are the one who talked to Moriarty about me. If that information ever got out, you'd be risking your job and your life. You know our mother would never let you get away with killing me." Mycroft went to open his mouth to rebut that idea but Sherlock beat him to it. "Even if your involvement was inadvertent."

Mycroft sat down and dropped his head into his hands. "If I could help you know, I would. We're too close to the event to organise something. All I can offer is a bungee cord and a few people to be around and someone to dress up as you. I'll even throw in Derren Brown. After that, it's in Molly Hooper's hands. She can either help you organise Moriarty's body to be disguised as your own or she can drop it all."

Sherlock crossed his arms as Mycroft told him the plan. "In what universe is that logical?" he asked before standing up and storming out of the office.

~oOo~

He stood without the bungee cord, without Derren Brown waiting and without the people planning to be around. Sherlock was going to die and John was going to see the whole thing.

"Stay right there. Don't move. Please."

John backed up and stood where Sherlock asked. He didn't know what was going on but he knew Sherlock was being serious and something could go on. Sherlock just didn't want John to see him die. He didn't want his best friend to see his body hit the ground. He didn't want John to watch as Sherlock killed himself. The detective didn't want the blogger to die and there was only one solution.

*Bing*

Sherlock hung up on John and looked at his phone.

Lazarus is a go. –MH.

Sherlock looked down and inhaled deeply before jumping. Mycroft had come through and now neither Holmes was going to die.

The air flew through his hair and Sherlock closed his eyes. He was beginning to feel sick and he felt fearful. This was real. If this didn't work out correctly, Sherlock was dead. He held his breath and (almost) prayed as he got closer and closer to the ground. With a splat, he landed on the air mattress below and smiled. Oh that Mycroft. He was going to send him some cake for his efforts. The detective jumped up and looked around. Thank God he was alive!

"Sherlock!" John called out again from behind the ambulance station as Mycroft walked onto the scene. The air mattress attendants took it away while Mycroft approached Sherlock.

"Hello, dear brother. I believe this is your cue to pretend you're on the pavement."

"Thank you, Mycroft." The elder brother raised an eyebrow before pointing in the direction of John.

"Derren Brown is taking a look at him as we speak. I'd suggest you get on the pavement and let my employees take over from here."

Sherlock nodded and the brothers went their separate ways.

~oOo~

Molly walked around the morgue, getting ready to preform her next autopsy. A movement from the corner of her eye caught her attention and she spun around to see Sherlock sitting upright. A scream escaped her lips as she realised he was alive.

"S-sherlock? But you jumped from the roof!"

"It seems, Doctor Hooper, that certain people have certain brothers who have certain connects that allowed certain people to jump off a roof and survive. What it comes down to though, Molly, is that one person, one puzzle piece, failed to fit into their place and failed to comply with the expected duties. You were meant to help me, Molly. You were meant to be the person who finished it up nice and tidy in a little bow. I suggest that you figure out a way to create false paper work and produce a body for my funeral. Good day, Molly Hooper."

Sherlock stood up and sauntered out of the hospital, his head ducked as he sunk back into the crowd.

A/N: Hey guys!

Now introducing the TL;DR section which will sum up the entire authors note. Feel free to skip to the end of this authors note to see.

I'm sorry I posted this on Tuesday and not Monday as I promised. I was rather busy with a balderdash English essay that was rather ironically enough about a movie in Africa... that had no English in it.

Here's the current schedule:

Wednesday: maybe the prompt from Mighty Sword (can be found in the reviews) of 'The Movies'. Possibly Toby.

Thursday: if I don't post 'The Movies' Wednesday, will post today. Same thing with 'Toby'.

Friday: Nothing planned at this stage. Perhaps 'The Injured Animal' (again, another beautiful prompts form Mighty Sword) to go with a bit of a Toby theme.

Saturday: won't be posting today. Will start a poll for today, Saturday and Monday.

Sunday: probably won't be posting today. If I do, it'll be a surprise prompt.

Monday: will start writing the top voted prompt and may be posted that arvo.

Tuesday: If I don't post it on Monday, it will be today.

I've had a lot on my plate lately with school. Next week I have both my psychology essay and my english oral due so that will take up a lot of my time.

I know, I know, excuses excuses. I'm sorry.

Now introducing the TL;DR section which will sum up the entire authors note.

TL;DR:

You should read the schedule. I'm busy and will try and make time. Please leave prompt and/or review.