COD (Cause of Death): Unknown
Note: Wow. Thank you all so much for the wonderful encouragement with the last chapter. I'm happy you all are excited about this one. It is a pretty special one. ;) enjoy.
Fifteen.
Anya had been trying to figure out a way to let Molly know about the new challenge she was to face. Molly hadn't been aware of it. She never did. Every single time she entered the room she just blanked.
It wasn't a side effect to anything. It was something much more worse in Anya's opinion. She was a woman of science much like the rest of the group but there are even some things that she didn't agree with. One of them being what they made her do every single day up to this one. It just wasn't right.
"I don't see why this even has to be an option. Why can't we just tell her? I'm sure if she knew everything she would be willing to do it without all of this." Anya sighed as she placed the syringe back on the tray after injecting the younger pathologist with the serum that has been created weeks ago.
"No. This is the only way to make sure things continue on the right past. He might not agree with this method but think it's for the best for now. It will help her. It has helped her during this training. Keep your feelings out of it Anya." Elmer stated from his seat near the wall where the weapons they were using were locked on.
Several guns of different variety were lined there. What would happen if someone found them here? Most likely, they would go to prison for harboring both a supposedly dead woman and then the guns. There were many.
Anya just shook her head as she noticed Molly beginning to wake up again. This time her face was void of intrigue and confusion. She looked neutral. Zero emotions showed on her face as she slipped off the table they placed her on.
She moved over to the wall and unlatched one of the smaller guns; a revolver. She moved down into the target room as Elmer followed her, beginning to talk to her.
At least this was the last time, Anya told herself as she shut her eyes and walked out the room. She wasn't necessary at the moment. Molly wouldn't remember any of it anyhow. She never did. That's what they had made her do.
Take away the girl and you're left with a machine.
It just wasn't right.
Anya was the one to get her ready while she was sleeping (more like in a drug induced comatose state). Today was the day that everything would change. The first started with getting Molly back into the game. For that to happen she needed to look presentable.
This wasn't to say she wasn't already dressed eloquently. Dr. Hooper just needed a bit more of a woman's touch. That's what Anya planned to provide her. It's the least she could do for all the trouble she had been put through.
The black dress that Molly had been in since her death had been cut off and now a red number was hugging her body. Her hair had been washed carefully and cut a bit from the damage that had happened to it over the course of her not being alive. In the end of the transformation her auburn tresses had been curled softly as not to get in the way when she got to her destination. It was a windy day.
A light touch of pink lipstick had been rubbed on her lips along with some chapstick to smooth out the cuts that had appeared with her final day. She looked like a vision really. Quite beautiful and very dangerous once she was awake.
"I pray for your safety, Miss Hooper." Anya stated as she tucked a stray piece of her hair behind her ear. Then she backed out the room. She had to get in her place a few building tops over.
Anya decided it was best that she had a further away view. She might be tempted to do something stupid. The other guys wouldn't like that very much.
So, she left.
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John Watson hadn't seen Sherlock so eager in a long while. It was almost scary had quickly the days moved much more faster with their deadline hanging in the balance. John couldn't say he wasn't curious how it all would go down either.
He had been dressed long before Sherlock came in from speaking with Mrs. Hudson. He had said he needed to speak with her something of highly importance before I left for the rooftop. Yes, John had been surprised to find that out too. It almost made him feel chilly at the fact they were going back there again.
It did start to click however.
They grabbed a cab once Sherlock had come back up and grabbed John's revolver from his room and tossed it to him. He said that he might need it. Very dangerous, indeed.
Upon getting up the steps of the hospital to the rooftop, Sherlock stopped a moment. He wasn't hesitating, instead he was doing sometimes much more drastic. He took a moment to file through his mind palace. The pins had connected and now there was really one thing left to figure out.
Sherlock let out a breath as he strode up back to the place where things had almost ended years before. He supposed it could be seen as ironic that he was back here again to end it again. However, just like then he did have his suspicions about how everything was to happen.
It was now to see if it followed the script accordingly.
John stayed close by as they positioned themselves towards the center of the rooftop. Sherlock had seen two sets of feet but hadn't bothered to look at them yet. He wanted to get to a good place first.
When he did he almost smiled. It was all rather obvious. "Hello." He spoke first as he looked at the two men there. One he had come quite intimate with when it came to the workings of his mind, the other he had only met a few times. All bad times, he must add.
"Holmes & Watson, how very nice of you to entertain us with your presence." Sebastian chuckled as stood at an angle to his partner in most aspects - James ("Jim") Moriarty. The latter had that amused look on his face. It didn't exactly reach his eyes but that didn't surprise or alarm Sherlock in the slightest.
"The lurking lurker. I had a feeling it was you. It only really made sense that it was you. You gave me quite a few clues."
"Did you enjoy my riddles then, Mr. Holmes?" Seb quirked an eyebrow as he unfolded his arms.
"I suppose so. I've seen better." Sherlock turned to Moriarty who reached out and grabbed his companion's arm to stop him from lunging at the detective.
"Calm down. It's not exactly time yet. I do believe Sherlock needs to ask something of us first. Go on, dear." He stepped a little closer to the duo of Sherlock and John.
"You went after Molly and tried to take her out of the game, why?"
"I did take her out of the game, isn't that what you mean. I do particularly remember her dying before me. In my arms." He tilted his head and looked up at Sherlock who had kept his expression neutral this entire time. "Hm. I think the answer is quite obvious don't you think, Sherlock?"
"If you really believe that, James. However, you are wrong about something."
"She was a really silly woman though really. Always waiting and never doing anything to keep your attention long enough. Apart from that one time. Dr. Hooper was loyal as always though, wasn't she. It was pathetic really to watch her change so instantly once she got it. I had made it quite clear to her what I wanted to do.
Unfortunately she just couldn't seem to grasp the fact that I wasn't letting anyone get in the way this time. She didn't care about that, she said. I'll give her that she was loyal until her death."
"No." Sherlock stated slowly as he glared at Moriarty. "You're wrong again, Moriarty."
"I'm not quite dead yet." A familiar voice a few meters behind them. No one turned though the look on Moriarty's face did turn to one of both horror and disbelief just before the sound of a bullet being shot was heard and then there was blood.
It splashed against Sherlock first as Moriarty fell down. The look on his face was almost too gratifying but Sherlock had turned upon the mark hitting it's spot.
"Molly."
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It took her a few seconds to realize what was happening and where she was. She was still here mentally but she found herself feeling foreign in her own body. She could hear voices and it took her a second longer to realize who they were.
She was on the rooftop of Bart's. No one had even seen her come up here. Granted she hadn't used the stairs was probably why this happened but it was still a bit interesting. She waited patiently as she focused on the voices talking.
They were all here. Moriarty, Sebastian, John Watson and Sherlock. Moriarty was talking. He was speaking about her death. The memories had come back recently and as he kept on talking Molly found herself raising her arm up. It was only then did she realize internally what she was holding.
What am I doing? She thought as Moriarty came to a close on his speech of how he had indeed kill her. Molly felt a chill as she pulled back the trigger just as Sherlock was talking, she spoke up before she shot him. Not Sherlock, the man who had begun this. Jim Moriarty.
Everything kind of just sped up after that. She came face to face with the man who she vowed to protect no matter what; Sherlock Holmes.
The hand she was holding the gun with hadn't lowered however. He had called her name but it was as if she wasn't done just yet. There was more she had to do. She did it again. Sherlock ducked his head as the second bullet met it's mark. Sebastian was gone too.
She still wasn't done. Molly must have been clearing up a bit with what she was doing because soon as she was still holding that gun she began trembling. She was crying too. She hadn't realized it but she was.
Sherlock moved quickly towards her as he noticed that she wasn't listening to either John or himself. John called out to him to get him to stop. He reached for the gun trying to get it out of her hand. He grabbed it by the front not really caring that she probably could shoot his hand off as he gripped it and spoke to her quickly. "Molly. It's over. Let go of the gun."
Molly just shook her head as she slowly remembered everything. The big room that was sectioned off. The syringe. Anya's said smile as she told her that it was to help her a bit. The way she felt dizzy. The way her body moved on it's own not too long later and she shot targets. Never stopping. A machine.
"No. Sherlock." She breathed as she began to try to gain control of herself. "It's only the beginning. I can't."
Then there was another shot.
Sherlock quickly went to work with the gun as he noticed the way she faltered a second later. There was blood on his hand but he ignored it as he threw the gun behind him. "John!" He yelled.
He heard his friend scramble over to the gun talking quickly as he focused back on Molly. She was trembling quite a bit. He heard her broken sobs as she feebly tried to find some support as she began to tip back a bit.
"I'm. Sorry. Sherlock."
He reached out for her and pulled her towards him. He breathed in quickly feeling a bit uncomfortable but knowing this was what he had to do. He reached with his free hand and found the point and carefully pushed down. He felt her slump in his arms.
"Call Lestrade, John." He called over his shoulder once he was sure that she was okay.
Oh yes, Molly Hooper was very much alive. The biggest question was itching at the back of his head as he scooped her up in his arms so that he could carry her down to the hospital ward where they would watch over her for now.
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He had timed it right to slip into her hospital room at this very moment. The guards were switching and the two men who he knew were much closer to the woman had went down for coffee after hours of waiting. She would be waking up soon.
He grabbed a lab coat on his way in and slipped in her room quietly. Just as he suspected. Doctor Molly Hooper was awake. She blinked a moment before looking over at him.
"Hello. Doctor Molly Hooper. Pathologist of St. Barts in London?"
"Yes." She looked at him oddily. He was dressed so strangely underneath his lab coat. A bow tie was tied around his neck and his clothes seemed quite old fashioned but suited him just as well.
"Hello. I'm the Doctor, not your actual doctor but I am the Doctor. Anyway yours will be with you shortly I just needed to ask you something. Sherlock Holmes is important as are you, you'd be willing to protect him from anything wouldn't you?" He saw her nod but before she could speak he continued.
"I thought so. That's why I'm here. You never knew me by name but I did help get you back here. It was all for a reason. Sherlock Holmes is not out of danger, in fact there is something bigger coming. You say you are willing to be his shield but how will you when you're not strong enough yet. I can help you become stronger for him...for all of them. I'll be back in a few days when you're better for your answer."
He paused by the door and smiled at her. "You're quite extraordinary Dr. Hooper. You just need a little push. He's really a luck man to have someone who cares so much. Anyway, I'll see you soon."
He dashed out after that.
She would make the right choice. She had to. It wasn't just about him anymore, it was much bigger than that. She would learn too.
Note: oh. my god. All the crazy shit happened in this one. Did anyone see this coming? One person thought it before but weren't sure. But alas it is indeed a Wholock now. Hmm...I'm trying to figure out whether to put it in the crossover section though...should I? I'm very excited for this next arc. It is gonna be much bigger than anything that's happen so far. "Silence will fall when the question is asked." Haha Please let me know what you think!
Much love,
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