What Do You Need?
She could remember every minute of that night. The night Moriarty had taken her, threatened and beat her. She occasionally had flashbacks but she pushed them away. He had done his job, he had gotten Sherlock's attention and she knew that Sherlock had responded. She had discharged herself from hospital, she hated the place and wanted her own bed. She wasn't afraid, she knew she was no longer of interest to...anyone. She hadn't seen Sherlock for days, not that it mattered,she knew what had happened between them would never be allowed to happen again and she had been right, she knew she could live on that one night for the rest of her life.
She turned the key in the lock of her flat and nearly died when Mrs. Hudson appeared in the hall.
"Molly!" She exclaimed in her high pitched voice, Molly clutched at her heart and leaned against the wall to steady her suddenly weak knees.
"Christ, you scared me." She smiled weakly as Mrs. Hudson took her arm and led her into the living room.
"What are you doing here? Surely you shouldn't be out yet?"
"I needed my own bed." Molly sighed as she collapsed gratefully into the chair. Mrs. Hudson nodded sympathetically,
"Yes, I know what that's like. Still Sherlock won't like it."
"Sherlock?" Molly tried not to sound too interested.
"Yes darling, he sent me here to keep things tidy and look after the cats. What else did you think I was doing here? He must have told you!"
"No." Molly shook her head slowly, not really comprehending what she was being told. She refused to let herself hope that he still cared about her.
"Where is he?"
"Oh around, you know Sherlock never stays still for long!" She laughed musically and Molly smiled in agreement. She needed to see him, needed to know what was going on, that he was ok.
"Do you think he would come and see me?"
Mrs. Hudson smiled and brushed a lock of hair from Molly's face.
"Yes, I should think so. I'll ask him." She went into the hall and came back with her coat, she bent and kissed Molly on the cheek, "If he ever comes home! I'll bring you some tea round love, there's tea bags in the kitchen and milk in the fridge..."
She carried on talking about shopping and cleaning but Molly had stopped listening. Sherlock filled her head.
Molly slept all that afternoon,when she awoke it was dark out. She blinked herself awake and felt the comforting warmth of her cat at her feet and felt more peaceful than she had done in a long time. She was aware of something moving next to her bed and she tensed, trying not to scream, as she moved a figure raced towards her and clamped a hand over her mouth.
"Don't scream." It commanded in a voice she knew. She pushed the hand away.
"Sherlock!" She wanted to faint but couldn't remember how, so she simply stared at him. He looked older, tired...troubled.
"What are you...?"
She started but he silenced her.
"I needed to make sure you were alright."
"By creeping into my room in the dark?"
He smiled,
"Yes, perhaps not my best idea but I didn't want to alarm you."
Molly smiled back.
"I've missed you."
He stopped smiling.
"Molly?"
"Mmm?"
"I think I'm going to die."
She froze, the smile dead on her lips, her skin ice cold with fear. No, she thought, no I won't let you.
"What do you need?"