Sorry this chapter took me so long. I had a thousand different ideas for this chapter so here ya go.
Sherlock was thinking of different ways to torture this bastard when all of a sudden a deafening scream came from his room. Before he could even think of it, he jumped off of the couch and ran into his room. There he saw Molly tossing and turning under the blanket and another deafening scream came as he carefully sat on the edge of the bed.
"Molly," he whispered not wanting to scare her as he very gently placed a hand on her shoulder. Under his touch he could feel her flinching and he immediately took his hand away. "Molly, wake up." Sherlock urged as he stayed where he was, not quite sure what he was supposed to do. He didn't want to scare her, so he tried to take a stance, but every time he called her name another scream came out. "Molly." Sherlock took a deep breath before planting a soft kiss on her forehead.
With that her eyes flashed open and she backed up slightly, her head hitting the wall. "Wh-What?" She looked around the room, not quite sure where she was or how she got here. "Sh-Sherlock?"
Sherlock's hands went up in surrender, warning her that no matter what he wasn't going to lay a finger on her unless she wanted. "Are you hungry, Molly? John is making breakfast."
Molly's eyes looked at every corner of the room and then down to where she was laying. "Wh-Where am I?"
Sherlock sighed as he got off of the bed and outstretched his arm to help her up. "You're at Baker Street. John is here too and he's going to look over your injuries. We took you away from him, Molly."
Molly could feel her chin quiver as she quickly wrapped her arms around Sherlock's neck. "Thank you."
Sherlock stiffened under her touch. He desperately wanted to wrap his arms around her and pull her close and tell her that everything was okay, but he didn't want to scare her and he didn't want to even touch her without warning. "Do you want to talk about it?"
Molly leaned closer into Sherlock and shook her head. There was a few minutes of silence as Molly's tears started falling down onto Sherlock's clothing, but it didn't seem like he cared. Molly very slowly leaned away from Sherlock and gave a small smile. "Is uh, is that offer for breakfast still open?"
Sherlock huffed as he outstretched his arm again and this time Molly took it. Very carefully they made there way to kitchen. Sherlock, having his arm out and Molly gripping onto it for dear life.
Once they got into the kitchen Sherlock pulled a chair out for Molly and she gratefully took it. "H-How long was I asleep?" Molly asked as John brought a plate to her of pancakes and a few pieces of bacon.
Both men were silent for a minute as they exchanged a look and John took a sip of his coffee. "Eleven hours and thirty two minutes." Sherlock said promptly as he took a sip of his coffee.
Molly coughed on a piece of bacon that was only partly in her mouth. "Y-You let me sleep that long?"
"Molly, you needed the sleep." John insisted as he sat down next to her, and started flipping through the paper.
"You could have woken me up I-"
"Molly, you need the sleep," Sherlock interrupted before she could finish her thought. "We are not going to fight about this. John is a doctor and he said you needed the sleep."
Molly looked down at her pancakes and started poking them with her fork, not necessarily feeling that hungry anymore. She liked the fact that they were taking care of her but they were kind of acting like she was a child. "I'm not hungry." Molly simply stated as she pushed the food away from her and exited the kitchen. Where is she supposed to go? They probably won't let her leave the flat. Maybe just escape into the bedroom? No. Molly decided on laying down on the couch and pretending to be asleep.
Not long after she had settled herself John came out of the kitchen. "Molly," he warned as he kneeled down next to her. "We don't want to make you upset. We know you have gone through something very traumatic and we want to help you in every way possible."
"I-It's not that bad, really. We just get in a few fights and…" she couldn't finish the sentence but was the truth. Tom would start a fight with anything he could. If she picked something up wrong he would hurt her.
"Listen." John said as he grabbed one of her hands in both of his. "These next few days are going to be very hard for you, but I promise after that it should be fine. Okay?"
"Oh-Okay." She could handle that. A few days couldn't be that bad, right?
"If it is okay with you is it okay if I check over your injuries?" Molly gave a small nod, and just as she did she saw Sherlock walk out of the kitchen with his coffee in hand looking over protectively. "But um, is it okay if it's just you and me John?" Molly asked, looking at Sherlock the entire time, not quite sure how he would take it.
John looked over to Sherlock, his eyes wide open. Sherlock was shocked by the question there was no doubt. Why did she want to do it in private? "Yeah, of course Molly."
As Molly carefully got off the couch, Sherlock took a protective step forward. He wanted to help her get up, he wanted to make sure everything was okay. But did Molly not trust him? No, it wasn't that. Did she just not want to see the look of horror and utter disgust when she showed John all the marks that Tom had made her go through? Most likely.
As they disappeared into Sherlock's bedroom he was quickly lost into thought. How could he have not noticed the marks and how finicky she was lately? How could he have not noticed how Tom was so protective of her?
Another thought struck Sherlock as he closed his eyes and went into his mind palace. There had been something he'd noticed too. She had lost a lot of weight. Sherlock thought it was just for the wedding. But then he remembered how she had barely ate any food that John had cooked her just twenty minutes ago.
This Tom had hurt Molly. Sherlock knew she could come back from this, she had to, this was Molly. The sweet Pathologist who did not deserve to be in this sort of danger.
...
It seemed like time was not in her favor. Each second in this bedroom seemed to go by longer than the last. For the past hour and a half John had searched nearly every part of her body and asking in detail 'Now where did this one come from?'. She hated this, hated the interrogating.
"Okay Molly, we should be done." John said as he took the latex gloves off of his hands. He had started with the obvious poke marks caused by the necklace on her neck and ended with the bruises on her ribs and hips.
Molly sat up and looked down at her hands, fiddling with them slightly. "Was this a good idea? Not letting Sherlock see?"
"I think it was a smart idea, knowing him he's already found out where the worse ones are." John sat down next to Molly and looked down at her hands. "He's going to want to see them at some point, but we can wait on that. What is important right now is that you get better."
"But I am fine, just a little broken I guess." the last few words came out in more of a whisper.
"You are not broken." John said as he put some hair behind her ear to see her face. "You were put into this mess, I just want you to know that you mean so much to both Sherlock and I. Don't think you are broken."
Molly just huffed out a sigh as she plopped her head down on the pillow, closing her eyes and then quickly opening them again. "John, there is something I need to tell you."
"You can tell me anything, Molly."
...
Nearly two hours later John came out from Sherlock's bedroom. Alone.
"Where is she? Is she okay? No serious damage right?" Sherlock hammered John with questions the moment he sat down in his chair.
"She's sleeping, Sherlock. But there is something I need to tell you." John motioned for Sherlock to sit down and he quickly obliged. "She has been through a rough time and you know that. She has gone through beating, drugging, rape, just about anything you can think of that no woman should ever go through."
"You don't think I know that, John?" Sherlock harshly hissed. "I also know that she has lost an unbelievable amount of weight in the past month which is why she didn't eat much this morning."
"Sherlock. Stop talking for three minutes will you?" John barked back and then looked over to Sherlock's bedroom, hoping he didn't wake Molly. "There is evidence that she was raped more than once. John took a deep breath before beginning again. "Her ribs are pretty badly bruised which is why she is having trouble walking, she said she had a concussion at one point and said that is why she was out of the morgue for a week. She talks about Tom very highly which makes me think that she has a mild case of Stockholm Syndrome and -"
"How do we get rid of it?" Sherlock asked John before he could finish his sentence.
"Well, Stockholm Syndrome is very hard to get rid of. What I was thinking-"
"Not the Stockholm Syndrome, John." Sherlock interrupted quickly and then looked over to his bedroom. "Tom."
OH shit. Sherlock is pissed.
Anyway. These next few weeks I won't be updating as much as I would like to because I have band camp, I want to update at least one more time before Thursday. Anyways. Enjoy! Comment and favorite and do all that jazz.
