Ok weird story I was thinking of changing the title of this fic, just cus so I thought, as it is a sherlock/molly fic 'to the ends of the earth' might be a good title so I typed it in to see if anything has already been written with that title and the first thing that comes up is a 2005 miniseries with that title and guess who the main character was being played by? Benedict Cumberbatch!
How weird is that!?
In other news saw the new Disney film frozen at the weekend. It was AMAZING! This coming from a 14 year old girl mind you. I loved it! The music and everything was amazing! So if you get a chance to see get yourself down there and see it. The Music was fantastic and I have been singing the main song Let It Go for the past 2 weeks! I am also now thinking of writing a crossover of it and Sherlock, sherlolly of course, based on the story. Just listen to the first bit of let it go and you will understand.
anyway, please read and enjoy!
Molly was lead into a large domed room, with a marble staircase, with a lot of pale creepy girls in nightgowns, leaning over the banisters, and giving her a look like she was dinner. She swallowed down her fears. Isabella's otherwise bland dress stood out like a sun against the pale skin and fabric. The girls all cringed away from her, as if she was a pile of muck, or a clove of garlic. She entered a room with an ornately decorated ceiling and a dozen beds. There were about that number of girls in the room, all with pale skin like the rest of them, except one girl, who looked terrified, sitting at the end of the bed. She had copper coloured skin, and warm brown eyes that were exactly the same colour as Guido's. Isabella Molly realised.
"There are clothes on the bed. Get changed and wait here." Carlo ordered
"Blimey. This is private education, then?" Molly muttered, as all the girls except Isabella filled out of the room.
She hurried over to Isabella and sat down next to her. Isabella looked a little surprised, but didn't say anything.
"Are you Isabella?" Molly asked
Isabella gave a start, but nodded shakily
"My name's Molly and I'm going to get you out of here. But I need you to tell me what's going on. What is this place? What are they doing?"
Isabella swallowed. She looked like she was going to be sick. "They er, they come at night. They gather around my bed, and they take me to a room with this green light and a chair with straps, as if for a surgeon."
"What happens in there?" Molly asked, her voice hushed.
"I wake up here." Isabella replied "And the sunlight burns my skin like candle wax."
-ooo0000ooo-
Guido pushed the boat along on its silent journey. He had changed back into his normal clothes, so that Sherlock was wearing his long black coat again. He liked it better this way. Being in his normal clothes made him feel more relaxed. Like it was just another case. As if sensing his discomfort the Doctor turned to him and said reassuringly
"She'll be fine"
"You can promise me that, can you?" Sherlock said scathingly, before sinking into his mind palace. The Doctor was an enigma, and he needed to figure him out. Before Molly got hurt.
-ooo000ooo-
Molly crept through the dusty cold corridors of the school, searching for the way out. Isabella had refused to come, being too scared of what the others might do to her. Molly had promised she would open up the way in then come back to get her. As she crept down another passage, she didn't notice the dried corpse hanging out of an old trunk.
-ooo000ooo-
"We're here" said Guido as the boat gently bumped the edge of the dock. Sherlock was jolted out of his mind palace as the Doctor sprang out of the board and stared to sonic the door.
"Right. Okay, I'll go first. If anything happens to me, go back"
"Like I would" Sherlock sneered "my fiancée is in there! My fiancée who you said fancies you!"
The Doctor turned to him and hissed "Now? You want to do this now?"
"Yes! I do!"
-ooo000ooo-
Molly entered the large room, in which dampness hung like webbing. She hurried over to the well in the middle of the room, and with a tremendous tug hoisted the cover off the top. She sighed and muttered under her breath
"Well, that was easy"
She backed up to go back to Isabella, but when she turned, she was face to face with the steward
-ooo000ooo-
The Doctor and Sherlock hurried along the corridor, continuing their argument.
"I am a 900 year old alien who has a time machine in the shape of a little blue box!" the Doctor hissed "I didn't intend for this to happen!"
"Yes but it did!" Sherlock replied "the only reason I became what I am was to be better than you!"
"Sherlock, you are a consulting detective, how could she not love you!" the Doctor cried "I'm just… I'm just-" he seemed lost for words
"But that's it isn't it!" Sherlock snarled "how could I, even with all my brains and intelligence possibly compete with you!"
A strong wind suddenly rushed through the tunnel, snuffing out their light.
"Can we go and see the vampires now, please?" the Doctor breathed
-ooo000ooo-
Molly kicked and struggled as she fought against the stewards iron grip
"Control yourself, child." The man said, struggling to hold on to Molly's writhing form.
"Take your hands off me!" Molly shrieked, but at that moment a green light snapped on, momentarily blinding her. She had been so busy struggling that she hadn't noticed he had been led into a dungeon -like room with a chair in the middle, which looked… well it didn't look nice. As she struggled, a figure strode out of the shadows.
"Psychic paper." Signora Rosanna, stated, smiling slightly, "Did you really think that would work on me?"
Molly just stared at her in horror.
-ooo000ooo-
The Doctor and Sherlock reached the trapdoor. Sherlock, being taller managed to hoist himself up and out into an outline of the courtyard. He felt a hand on his coat, and there was the Doctor, smiling sheepishly
"you… er… don't mind giving me a leg up do you?"
Sherlock sighed and grabbed the tweed jacket. The Doctor was hauled upwards and managed to set himself next to Sherlock, who ignored him. Something wasn't right.
"The trapdoor was open, so Molly was here… but where is she…?"
He trailed off as the Doctor came to the same conclusion as him
"Molly. Where's Molly? Molly!"
"I can't see a thing. Just as well I brought this, then." Sherlock pulled out a large torch from his coat pocket, just as the Doctor pulled out what looked like a small light sabre. It was twice as big as Sherlock's. Without really meaning too, the words just tumbling out of his mouth, Sherlock said
"Yours is bigger than mine."
The Doctor turned to him with a trace of a smile
"Let's not go there."
-ooo000ooo-
"Where are you from? Did you fall through the Chasm?" Rosanna questioned, prowling around Molly. Molly's mind had gone blank. What was she on about?
"Mother this is pointless." Francesco sighed in annoyance at Molly's stutters "Let's just start the process and-"
Rosanna silenced him with a wave of her hand
"Hold your tongue, Francesco. I need to know what this girl is doing in a world of savages with psychic paper. Who are you with?" Molly, who had been stuttering incoherently, shut her mouth. Suddenly she wasn't so sacred. She had to protect Sherlock.
Rosanna smiled, realising she had struck a nerve "You see, I scarcely believe your rather handsome brother sent you. What are you doing in my school?"
Molly didn't reply, but then the sight of the shacked chair being brought forward and a drip bag being hung from a hook above it shocked her into saying something that she had probably picked up from Sherlock.
"Okay, I'll tell you. I'm from Ofsted"
Rosanne threw back her head and cackled manically. Then as sudden as a whip crack, she flipped back and ordered
"Put her in the chair."
Molly struggled and screamed "No! Take your hands off me!" but despite her struggles she was forced into a chair and strapped in. Francesco pulled on her hair, leaving her neck exposed. Molly suddenly realised what they were going to do.
"Oh, make sport of me, will you? Tease me as if I were your dog? Well, this dog has a bite, girl!" Rosanna leered evilly, and showed her sharp ravenous teeth.
She leant down towards Molly's neck. There was only one person that could save Molly now. She screamed his name as she felt Rosanna's sharp fangs pierce her neck.
"SHERLOCK!"
I'm sorry if Sherlock is a little OOC, but I needed to get that out. Also who does what the title of the fic to change? And if so, any suggestions? To all of you so much for reviewing and reading. Please do it again!