Title: "It's All in the Mind"
Pairing: Molly/Moriarty
TV Show: BBC Sherlock
Word Count: ~1,300
Rating: T

A/N: OH MAN I HAVE THE BEST ENDING FOR THIS FIC SDKLFMSKLDFM

I wanna see if anyone figures it out. Anywho, this was a good chapter to write. I don't know, I like writing this kind of dark, mysterious stuff. Can you tell? Or do I ramble on too much? I ramble on, don't I?

KNEW IT.

Hmmm, not much else to talk about.

Enjoy!

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The first night in the cell, she woke up to nothing. It was pitch black in the room, and in the hallway outside, and she screamed. "Please help!" She shouted. "Anyone!" Maybe someone could hear her. Maybe the outside world could see that something was wrong, that someone needed help—but help came in a different way. She found a wall and scanned it, walking against the wall to find the door. And when she found it, she tried to open it. Nothing. "Jim!" She cried out, clapping her hands against the door. She tried to look out the window, but she couldn't see a thing. Tears were running down her face, her heart beating faster and faster. Where was she? She didn't know.

She let her fingers scale the door, trying to find a latch, but there was no way out. She found the small crack in the door. Her fingers tore away at the metal that kept her inside as she tried to claw her way out. She broke one fingernail, and as much as it hurt, she continued to try. "Come on," she desperately pleaded. "Come on!" Her voice echoed in the room. When another fingernail broke, she winced her hands away from the crack and leaned her head against the door. She could feel her eyes burn with the tears falling down her face.

Why was she here? Of what purpose was she stuck in a cage? Where was she? Who was out there listening to her? Someone had to be there. Was it Jim? She wanted to know so much, but she was only being fed lies. The whole relationship was built on a lie. He was not Jim from IT. He was Jim from the underground, Jim the sociopath, Jim the psychopath—he was everything she thought he wasn't, and how he lied to her. The IT department never mentioned a Jim. They never needed more people during the night.

She closed her eyes and tried to think about what had happened. So, she got a text—no, a phone call—wait, was it a phone call? What day was this? What time was it? Molly was struggling with her memories. How did she get here? "Molly dear," her eyes snapped open. "I never knew you were such a screamer. A little secret between you and I then," his playful tone softly whispered through the darkness. She turned around and looked into the pitch black.

She couldn't see him.

He was there.

Where was he?

"J-J-Jim?" She whispered. No response. Where was he? Her hands were shaking as she turned her back to the door. She heard the click of a foot against the ground below. She didn't know where the footsteps were coming from; they kept bouncing off the walls. Her fingertips brushed over the padding; why were the walls padded? What kind of monster gives them comfort?

"Oh, now," she felt his hand brush against hers, wrapping his fingers against her own. She tried to pull away, but he pulled her in. "You don't want me to leave you, do you, Molly?" He twisted her arm behind her and slammed her against the wall, pushing against her back with his other hand. She felt his strength push her into the wall, crushing her other hand against her chest. She closed her eyes.

"P-P-Please…" she whimpered.

"Please what? Let you go?" His voice was full of anger. He took a step forward, leaning into her ear. "Never," he whispered, clinging to her hand. Then, his voice turned to the playful one again. "You see, I can't have someone running around with my secret, no, no, no. That'd be too dangerous—ha! Me, worried about danger," his grip softened around her wrist. "Come now, you can lighten up, Molly dear," then, suddenly, he let go.

For a split second, she was free, trying to run away from him, but he wrapped his arms around her and brought her to his chest again. She began to sob into his clothing. "W-Why a-a-are y-you doing t-this? I-I w-wouldn't talk," she mumbled against his chest, struggling to get away. He slowly rubbed her back. She found it soothing.

"I know, I know, but, it's such a terrible world out there, wanting everyone to die. Just knowing my secret would make things worse for you. The government finds you too valuable, my dear, and I can't have you die like that, no, no. I'm just here to keep you safe," There was that word again. Safe. She hated the word. "I need to keep you safe" was the biggest lie he ever told her.

"B-But, h-he c-called you-" Jim shushed her.

"Shh, Molly, breathe," her mind was racing. She was getting tired again, but she wasn't drugged. She didn't feel a prick of the needle. Maybe it was his warmth that was making her tired—or maybe it was the drugs. What drugs, though? She felt him hum, his chest vibrating. She always loved that about him. She closed her eyes. "A psychopath? He's such a liar, that darling of mine. Oh, Molly, don't listen to him. Trust me," he whispered.

Who could she trust? Who told her the news again? Had that happened? It must've, why else would she be there? Maybe Jim was right. Maybe he was keeping her safe. It was such a loaded secret after all, and the police must be looking for him. She was the only one that he trusted—did she trust him? "Y-Y-You're not lying?" he held her closer to him.

"Oh, my Molly dear," she let her hands rest against the lapels of his suit. She always noticed how well kept he was—was he in anything else? "Why would I lie?" She sighed. She didn't have an answer. Why would he lie? "Now, can I ask you something?" She groggily lifted her head and met his coal black eyes with hers. She was afraid, but, somehow, she was calm. Her heart was racing a mile a minute, but on the outside, she was okay. "Will you promise me to stop screaming?"

"U-Um," she was at a loss of words. What was she going to say? She was going to say something, right? Yes, yes she was. She couldn't remember.

"Please?" he just stared at her. He was not backing down, and she was being overpowered by the monster with her. So she nodded. Was it against her will? Was he controlling her, or was that her choice? He kissed her forehead. She must've chosen for herself. "Thank you, my love," she let a small smile grace her face and she buried her head back into his chest. Yes, she could trust him. "Now, be good while I'm gone."

No.

Where was he going?

She didn't want to be alone.

"Don't leave," she whispered, but he was already leaning back into the darkness. She heard the door nearby open, but she still couldn't see. She looked up at him and looked back into those black eyes again. She tried to follow him, but she didn't know where he went. She reached out with her hands, felt something soft. She tried to grasp it, but it was just the wall.

The footsteps next to her started to exit into the hallway. She was terrified, tapping her shaking fingers against the wall in front of her. When she turned around, nothing was there, and her back slid down the wall. She wrapped her arms around her legs and held them close. "Please don't leave me, Jim!" She cried out. The next thing she heard was the door close, silence echoing against the padded walls. She kept her promise.

Now she sat there, staring at the door, waiting for her reward.