here is this chapter finally. lots of sherolly (because they are my OTP) and some major feels! you have been warned!
"Molly, look at me, it's going to be ok" Sherlock was trying to think of a way to help Molly. The black was crawling up her veins and up towards her face
"Sherlock!"
"Molly, please, no, Molly"
"Sherlock, please Sherlock help me!"
Sherlock was panicking, he couldn't think straight. The black had reached her face, painting the veins black.
"Sherlock"
it reached her eyes and they disappeared. The green became black and covered her whole eye.
"Molly-"
Molly, or the thing that had taken her over, opened its mouth. Her voice was rusty and hoarse. It was Molly's voice, but somehow it wasn't. It said
"We have your mate"
"she's not my mate" scoffed Sherlock, hiding the fear he felt underneath.
"We have her memories; they show you care for her. You will do what we want or she will die"
"if you know me at all, then you should know that I don't give into that sort of demand"
"you are our trigger, you can set us free"
"you are already free, idiot"
"you will start our nutrition cycle. Only then we can feast"
"feast on what exactly?" Sherlock asked, despite knowing the answer. He had to buy them time.
"Enough talk" it hissed "we want your mind"
"oh I wonder what you would want with that?" asked Sherlock sarcastically
"if we take your genius you will come to us to retrieve it. There we will take you"
Sherlock was still trying to think of a way out but he could already see there was no way out. Not even for the great Sherlock Holmes. It, Molly, whoever, smiled when it saw the resignation and defeat in Sherlock's eyes.
"If I wanted too, what should I do?"
"Place your hand on hers"
She held out a hand. Sherlock took a step closer. He could hear panicked footsteps coming down the corridor and knew he had to do this quickly. The others would stop him.
"I suppose" he murmured, as he took another step closer. "if this is my last chance to say it"
he took the final step
"Molly Hooper-"
the door slammed open and the Doctor ran in, flanked by John
"Sherlock!"
"No! Sherlock!"
He couldn't finish. He caught Molly's face in his hands and kissed her.
"Sherlock no!" cried the Doctor.
The black drained from Molly into Sherlock. Sherlock held on, until the last of the black goo transferred. They broke apart, and the Doctor and John had to run forward and catch them before they fell to the floor. Molly landed in the Doctor's arms. She was shaking but conscious.
"Sherlock." She croaked, grasping at the Doctor's jacket. John had caught Sherlock. His face was lined with the same stuff that Molly's had been and his eyes were the same colour as his hair. He twisted and flipped his whole body convulsing. His hand slammed down onto the hard floor, and the goo flowed through his body and into the metal floor. His face was contorted in pain.
"Sherlock!" shouted John
the last drops of black ooze dripped onto the floor and Sherlock gasped. His eyes rolled and he collapsed back onto John's lap.
"Sherlock..." John trailed off.
Molly was being helped into a chair by the Doctor. He asked her "what happened?"
She was stammering, but John wasn't surprised, to him it looked like she had been taken over by the Axonite she was supposed to be smashing. I had gone into Sherlock and then drained out of him. Had it hurt him? Halfway through her story she started to sob
"I-it said it w-wanted his mind" she finished
"His mind?" asked John
"His mind, his mind…aha!"
John jumped and the Doctors outburst
"His mind is his weapon, they were disarming him! The trigger is buried in his subconscious so they take his conscious mind, bring the trigger to the forefront, and knowing that I wouldn't let him stay like this, we would come and collect his mind, so they could get him and the trigger would be easily accessible!"
"What do you mean stay like this?"
"ummm, how do I explain this… well he's in a coma"
"A coma!" Molly's voice was high and squeaky. John looked like he was about to punch the Doctor.
"Look" said the Doctor hurriedly "I can fix it, it's a simple transfer. I can trace the signal with my sonic (he pulled out the sonic from his pocket and flicked a button) and bring him back!"
Sherlock's eyes opened and John sighed in relief.
"That was…disconcerting"
"well you did just wake up from a coma!" smiled John. Sherlock gave a light chuckle, but his face paled
"Molly-"
"is fine Sherlock" interrupted the Doctor, hauling the thin man to his feet.
"Never trusted computers" muttered Sherlock darkly.
"You're never off them!" joked John, and everybody was smiling and laughing.
The phone rang
Silence fell. They looked towards the phone, on the floor where it had been flung as the Doctor had raced into the room. The Doctor gingerly picked it up and answered
"oh well done Doctor!" said the Master "my Axonite friends do like to be a bit…theatrical"
"I was a distraction" whispered Sherlock in horror.
"Oh that must be the famous Sherlock Holmes! Oh very clever deduction. First rate!"
"who's missing! Quickly" muttered the Doctor. It was suddenly painfully obvious
"Clara…"
"yes Doctor, your pretty little friend!"
John was shaking. Sherlock observed. He knew the signs. He had seen them on himself when Molly was in danger. Sherlock had known his friend had fallen for Clara as soon as he had seen them together. Sherlock sees through everything and everyone in seconds and sometime, he thought, sometimes being right is no fun at all. The anger of a good man, especially a very good man like John- Sherlock was jolted out of his observations by the painful and very obvious sound of a slap came from the phone
"I said, say hello!"
"h-hello Doctor" came Clara's terrified voice.
"I have your little friend Doctor, and I assure you that Moriarty and I will make her very comfortable. Come to coordinates 51°30′26″N 0°7′39″W. you have half an hour. Then she falls"
The Master hung up. It had all been so quick.
ha ha you thought it was all going to be all right! don't worry though, the next chapter should be up within 24 hours. although there is a major cliffhanger in that one too. remember to review!