Hi guys. Didn't get a lot of feedback from my last chapter so am a bit worried it was a little on the crap side! I do apologise, I really do. This is my final chapter lovelies, I hope it doesn't disappoint too much, try and enjoy!
"We'll be right there, thank you."
Se snapped the phone shut and tried to put on her blouse,tears now rolling tack and fast down her cheeks. Sherlock grabbed her wrists and took the blouse off her.
"Molly what is it, tell me." He rolled the blouse over her head and pulled her in close.
Hearing his heart beat furiously against her ear, her tears not residing. She pulled away and locked her eyes onto his.
"Sherlock it's John." Her voice breaking, "we need to go to the hospital. There's been an accident."
Sherlock steadied himself on the counter. We need to go to the hospital there's been an accident. The words swirled around his head, Molly's voice echoing. He was vaguely aware of Molly spinning around the kitchen, re-dressing herself and grabbing his shoes and coat.
Clearing his throat, though his words still coming out in croaks, Sherlock attempted to compose himself.
"What happened?" His voice seemed almost shy.
"Not now Sherlock! Just get your bloody coat on!" Molly didn't mean to, but it came out in a yell, and for the first time since they met, she made Sherlock flinch. Slapping her hand to her mouth after realising what she'd done from his reaction, she began;
"Sherlock I'm sorry for shouting. Get your coat, we need to go." He nodded obligingly and they left Molly's flat.
No words were spoken in the cab ride to the hospital. Molly tried not to worry when she reached across the seat for Sherlock's hand and he pulled away at her touch, turning his face to look rather forlornly out the window.
Sherlock shot out of the taxi, leaving Molly to pay and attempt to catch up with him. He strode without so much as a backwards glance towards the A&E desk.
"John Watson. Where is he. Tell me NOW." Sherlock was barking, barely giving the young receptionist a chance to respond.
"Sherlock calm down." Molly touched his arm, which retracted fiercely under her touch. He eyes glared at her.
"Get. Off. Me. Now." He spat at her. She could've sworn she saw hatred in his eyes, and she hoped he could see the pain in hers.
After the terrified young girl pointed to his room, Sherlock once again marched away, leaving Molly gazing after him, trying to subside her ominous tears.
Molly reached the room after a few minutes and peered through the window. She saw Sherlock sat on a chair next to John's unconscious body. Sherlock's hand was next to his, not touching, but close enough. His face was expressionless, much like Johns. She thought it best to leave them be for a few minutes, so headed down to the cafeteria.
She'd hated hospitals. Rich, coming from someone who worked in one. But the dead were already dead, not dying. It reminded her much of her dad, who spent the last few months of her life struggling with cancer. She felt the tears prick her eyes again. She walked into the cafeteria, which was largely empty due to the time of night, apart from a solemn looking woman, pasty and tired looking, sat in the corner with a coffee and an untouched muffin.
Mary.
Molly walked up to her and sat down opposite. Mary barely noticed before Molly spoke;
"Mary what happened?"
Her eyes were so filled with sadness, she looked up silently and pleaded into Molly's eyes. It wasn't long before her words were choked with sobs that rocked her body;
"Oh Molly.. He found out about you two didn't he." Molly immediately blushed and guilt swept over her. She held Mary's hands in her own.
"I was watching him outside get out the cab over the road. He didn't look when he got out, a bus came by and just got him. I watched it happen Molly.. I'll never forget it!" She was barely audible now. Molly scooted to the chair next to her, wrapping her arms around Mary protectively, as she did with Sherlock many a time.
Half an hour passed before Mary's sobbing subsided. Molly wiped her face and tidied her up before walking her back to John's bed. She sat in the chair sherlock was sat in not half an hour ago, resting her head on John's hand. Feeling déjà vu again, Molly decided to leave the couple alone.
For forty minutes Molly sat on the uncomfortable chairs that lined the A&E hallway. Glancing at her watch every three minutes, she realised time was going far too slowly. At two am, she got up and left.
Heading towards the exit, Molly let loose. Tears cascaded down her face, lining it with black stripes. The exit doors opened and the cold air hitting her face made her gasp and open her eyes. There he stood. His back facing her, his collar up and a cigarette half smoked in his leather gloved hand. Sucking in a deep breath, Molly. Swallowed her pride and approached him. She placed a hand on his shoulder. Worry creased her for the moment he stiffened under her touch, but he soon relaxed, wrapping his arm around her. She snuggled into his arm and held him momentarily, before taking the cigarette out of his fingers and bringing it to her lips, inhaling slowly.
His eyebrow cocked at her.
"What? I quit a year before you met me." She admitted, relishing the taste in her mouth.
He grabbed her and held her tightly, knocking the butt out of her hand and completely taking her off guard.
They stood their for what seemed like a century, moving only once when Sherlock enveloped her in his coat when she began to shiver. His warm breath caressed her ear, and her breath replied on his neck.
"I'm sorry Molly. Seeing John like that.. Reminded me that I could lose you."
Smiling at his sudden burst of emotion, she replied;
"You'll never loose me. I'll stand by you, if you want me there or not, i'll be there. Because I love you, Sherlock."
"My partner in crime." His smile was felt on her neck.
They stood there, still in each others embrace, swaying slightly.
"Take me home Mr Holmes." The seductive tone in her voice pricked his interest, they went home speedily.
They lie panting in each others arms, the sweet mix of sweat and smoke filling the room. No words once again were said between coming home and making love. Now, laying on his chest, regulating his rising and falling chest, he spoke.
"When are you moving into 221B?" He said it matter of factly. Not taking him seriously, he chuckled. Kissing his hard chest, she replied;
"When you give me a good reason to move?" Her mind was racing. Of course she'd move in with him. That didn't mean she couldn't enjoy a bit of selfish sex. Moving her kisses down her body, it was her turn to be shocked.
"Ok. Miss Hooper, will you marry me?"
THANK YOU so much for everything, but I feel it is time to leave this story. Keep a lookout mind, as a Sherlolly die-hard fan, I will be starting other bits of fiction! You're all so kind, I have enjoyed every minute of writing :-) you lovely Sherlockians, will see you soon!