A/N This is my first fanfiction, please read and review. All rights to Arthur Conan Doyle, Steven Moffat and Mark Gatiss, all geniuses in my opinion. Please read and review...

The Final Solution

Chapter 5

Molly dashed to Sherlock's side, holding her breath she waited for him to breathe again, to prove she hadn't imagined it. She kept waiting, then almost twenty seconds after the first breathe there was a second, deeper this time. She pulled a stool up to to the stretcher and sat there , just listening to him breath. Listening to him live.

Sherlock's breathing had slowly improved, now even and regular as it should be. Molly had checked all his other vitals.

Pulse – earlier seemingly non-existent, now strong and rhythmic.

Blood pressure – normal.

Everything was normal, now she just needed him to wake up. He had to tell her what to do next. He had obviously wanted everyone to think he was dead, he had jumped off a building and taken a near fatal dose of poison. But surely he'd want John to know he was alive, wouldn't he? Then Molly remembered the threats, would they still be in danger, she hadn't found out what had happened on the roof yet. Could she risk letting anyone know about the change in circumstances?

Sherlock would know what to do, she reasoned. She'd wait for him to regain consciousness and they could then work out a plan together. Deciding to be at least slightly proactive Molly wheeled Sherlock out of the morgue and into a side lab, now if anyone entered they wouldn't see him.

After locking the door she left to get a cup of tea, unsure of how long it would take for the digitalis to wear off. When Molly returned to the side lab she noticed that Sherlock's eyes were open, roaming his surroundings.

"Thank god." She spoke softly, knowing he would be disorientated. "I thought you were dead."

"Well as you can see, I'm not." He quickly retorted. His voice was slightly hoarse, but other that that he was back to his normal, arrogant self.

"How though," She had to know, "You fell eight floors and were covered in blood, you poisoned yourself. How the hell did you survive?"

Sherlock slowly sat up. "Surviving was the easy part, Molly scoffed quietly. He continued, "I realised I didn't have to die, I just had to be seen to jump. That was the hard part, convincing people I did die, all while trying my hardest not to."

"Sherlock you've lost me." Molly said. "Go back a step, how did you survive falling?"

"As I said it was simple, every day there is a lorry parked outside the hospital, there to take away all the used bedding. I jumped into that. Then all it took was a bag of blood and some digitalis to complete the illusion." He was grinning now, obviously expecting a compliment.

Molly took a few seconds to catch up. "Okay, so now you are on the floor, surely someone would have seen what you'd done."

"That dear Molly was precisely my problem. I knew John would have to see me die to believe it had really happened. So that's what I did, I made him believe that's what he saw." Sherlock paused upon seeing the confused look on Molly's face. "Do you read John's blog?" She nodded in confirmation. "Okay, after the case John so wittily named 'The Hounds of Baskerville' I stole a sample of the hallucinogenic drug they had been developing. Over the past few months I've been improving it, it works flawlessly now and is almost untraceable as I've made it colourless and odourless." He paused again, trying to work out how best to explain. "It makes the subjects open to extreme suggestion and disorientates them. It enhances their fears."

Sherlock spoke too quickly and Molly still didn't understand. "But how did that stop anyone noticing what you did?"

"It didn't entirely, I knew John would be the only one paying any attention, so it was only him I had to drug. I installed a pressure pad in the pavement by the taxi rank. Standing on that particular spot activated the release of the drug, in gas form, easy to inhale. The drug would only affect someone who stood in that precise spot for longer than thirty seconds." At this point Sherlock lowered his eyes before continuing. "I had to get him to stop where he was. I did the only thing I knew would work, I confessed, I apologised, I lied. As the drug started to take effect he got confused, that's when I told him that I was going to jump. Of course that frightened him, and that fear was the only stimulus the drug needed. By the time I jumped he must have been barely able to think straight, let alone see clearly." Looking back at molly, Sherlock finished his explanation. "With John incapacitated all I needed was a few well placed members of my homeless network and I was set."

Silence filled the small lab for a few moments. Finally Molly spoke. "Sherlock you could have died. What if you missed the lorry? What if if hadn't been there?" She sank to her knees, back against the door and attempted to hold back the sobs attempting to overcome her.

Sherlock didn't know what to do, he wasn't good with crying women. He wished he could ask John for advice, then he remembered that John didn't know he was alive. John couldn't know he was alive, not until Sherlock was sure he would be safe. Crouching beside Molly he tried to speak softly. "I knew there was a chance I wouldn't survive. I went up to the roof knowing I would jump off, bedding lorry there or not." His voice got slightly louder, more definite. "I wasn't going to let my friends die." This didn't help matters, if anything it made Molly more upset.

"Please Molly, calm down." Sherlock said. "Moriarty's dead, he did actually kill himself. I'm alive, this parts over."

After another few minutes Molly had regained her composure, wiping her eyes she eventually spoke again. "You promised me you would survive and then went up there knowing you might not." She was angry now, didn't he know what he'd put her through. "Don't I mean anything to you, didn't I deserve the truth?"

Sherlock was torn, he thought he;d done the right thing by not telling her the truth, he hadn't wanted her to worry. "Molly I'm sorry, honestly I am. You are important to me and right now I need your help. One last time."

Suddenly she stood up and moved as far away from his as possible. "Why should I help you again? Why should I trust you when you quite blatantly don't trust me?"

"I do trust you Molly." He replied. "That's why I am asking you to help, you are the only person I can ask." Sherlock waited, hoping molly would listen, wishing she didn't mean what she had said. For some reason he cared about what she thought about him.

After a long internal debate Molly finally answered him. "Fine, what do you need?"

Sherlock quickly explained and before long it was sorted, the paperwork had been falsified and there was another corpse in Sherlock's place.

Dressed back in his slightly bloody trousers and an only marginally cleaner lab coat, Sherlock turned to leave. "Thank you Molly." He said. "And again, I'm very sorry if I hurt you today." With that he pushed the door open.

"Wait!" Molly practically shouted. "Where are you going to go? The whole world thinks you're dead."

"I'm not sure, the streets probably. I'll try to keep a low profile until I can leave the country." Again Sherlock made to step out of the lab.

"Sherlock stop. You can't go out in public and think you won't be recognised, by tomorrow morning your face will be on the front page of every newspaper in the country." Molly took a few steps towards him. "You can stay with me, at least until this all dies down."

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