Kidnapped

The room was dark.

Molly couldn't see anything, could barely stand in the small space she'd been shoved into. Her head aches, her face was slick with a mix of tears, blood from a deep cut on her forehead and other cuts on her face. But that was nothing compared to how she felt.

She had betrayed him.

Even in her drug addled state Molly could remember the needle sliding slowly into her arm, and only minutes later she betrayed him. His secrets flying easily from her lips. The worst part was that she hadn't even been answering their questions; she knew how Sodium Pentothal worked, so she had started babbling about anything other than him. But then they hit her, again and again, so she'd called out for him, telling the kidnappers everything without thinking.

She remembered their laughter as they hauled her away, and a snide comment about, "Never trusting a damn woman."

Collapsing against the filthy ground, Molly gasped for breath. Her stomach roiled and her whole body is shaking whether from the knowledge of what she's done or from the drugs in her system. Sherlock had trusted her with his life and she, Molly Hooper had betrayed him.

She didn't know how long she's been here. A blinding flash of light filled the small space around her. She heard frantic voices calling her name, but she couldn't bring herself to answer them. She belonged in the shadows.

"Molly!"

She recoiled from the sound of Sherlock's voice, pulling back into the darkness. His hands were on her shoulders, his forehead touches hers.

"It's me, Molly. It's me." Sherlock whispered gently again and again.

The words came out of her in a ghostly whisper. "I told them. I told them all."

Sherlock let out a growl, and then there was a gentle shake on her shoulders. "Dammit Molly, look at me!"

Molly opened her eyes, blinked against the light. Sherlock's face came into focus, only inches from hers away. His eyes showed no anger or disappointment, only relief and concern.

"Are you okay?"

Unable to answer him, Molly felt wholly undeserving as Sherlock carefully picked her up from the dirty floor. She buried her head in the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent. She's wondering if she ever be this close to him again once he realized what she had done.

A sob escaped her mouth as she said, "Sherlock, I told them your secrets."

His arms closed more tightly around her, and his deep voice was a low murmur against her hair.

"You didn't have a choice, my love. It's alright."

The endearment startled her, Molly pulled back to look at Sherlock's face. "W...What?"

She saw a momentary flicker of confusion roll across his features, and then the corners of his mouth jerked up into a small smile. "Maybe I got dosed with a little truth serum too."

An insistent voice broke into the space between them.

"Is she okay?" John asked.

"She will be," Sherlock replied.

Molly felt his lips brush gently against her forehead.

"I take care of her."

And Sherlock carried Molly out of the room, whispering words of comfort and love in her ear.