Authors Note: This is my first attempt at an actually completing and publishing a fan fiction. Please, please, please rate and review! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Obviously, I do not own Sherlock, because if I did, Sherlock would have confessed his love for Molly in series 3, which would have happened by now. :)
She hated him. She hated every being that was him. Yes, that's right; Molly Hooper hated the very existence of Sherlock Holmes.
It wasn't as if she had hated him just for the hell of it. She had a good reason. She had a million good reasons. She remembered that night as if it had happened moments ago.
You would think that after 3 months, the pain would have faded. She was deep in her reverie, replaying her outburst, regretting the things she had said. She cringed, remembering the venom in her tone, the look of hurt and anger on Sherlock's face. She couldn't undo what she said, but she was willing to try.
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Sherlock was irritable today. It wasn't really his fault; Sherlock always got this way on a difficult case. Today, however, was the day that Molly Hooper would finally snap.
It was a late night at work, but Molly almost never cared if she stayed late; as long as it was Sherlock.
"I should probably get going. I'm supposed to be getting a ride from someone." Molly said sweetly. "A boyfriend, I presume." He replied casually. "I… um… yeah." She stammered, not even wanting to know how he deduced that.
Sherlock opened his mouth to reply, but was interrupted by a tall man with dark brown hair and leather gloves. He had pale skin and dark brown eyes. Sherlock's eyes raked the man.
"Are you ready to go, Molly?" the man asked.
Sherlock could have sworn he heard slight annoyance in his tone. "Yeah. I was just waiting to lock up. Brian, this is Sherlock and John. They're friends of mine." She added. "So Molly, has your new lover told you about his past yet?" Sherlock interjected.
John and Molly sighed, and Molly braced herself for the worst. "What are you talking about?" Brian asked. "Oh there are clear signs of drug and alcohol abuse. Actually, it smells like you just got done smoking with a couple of your friends at the bar." Sherlock was pacing around him now, looking him up and down.
Brian looked absolutely disgusted. Why wouldn't he? "Sherlock, just stop." Molly warned. "Oh, come on. Tell me you can smell the alcohol on his breath, I can smell it from across the room." he replied. "If he wanted me to know, he would have told me." She said through clenched teeth.
Sherlock scoffed. "Would you like to hear about his romantic past as well?" "Shut up." Molly snapped.
Sherlock narrowed his eyes on her. "What?" "I said shut up. Shut up, and get out. I never want to see you again!" Molly was now yelling at the consulting detective. "Molly, please don't fall head over heels for this man. Honestly, you of all people should set your standards higher."
"I said, leave. I don't want to see your face again, Sherlock Holmes, because I bloody hate you, and I am done putting up with you're abuse!" She snapped.
A streak of pain crossed Sherlock's face for a split second, something that only John could see, gathered his coat, and stormed out of the room without another word. John followed close behind, placing a hand on Molly's shoulder and giving her an apologetic glance. Anger welled up in the pit of Molly's stomach. She looked at a rather confused Brian, "Let's go home." She said finally.
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"Molly." Brian was shaking her shoulder vigorously, snapping her out of her daze. "What's gotten into you lately?" He asked, a slight bit annoyed. "Sorry, didn't sleep very well last night." She lied.
They walked silently through the chilly streets of London. Molly caught sight of someone staring. If it was anyone else, she wouldn't have given him a second glance, but this was not just anyone. It was Sherlock Holmes. He looked at them for a brief second, and then pulled his coat collar up further around his neck, and walked off. Molly stopped and stared at the now empty ally way.
"What is it?" Brian asked. "Did you just see him?" She asked. "Who?" "Sherlock. I just saw him over there." Molly asked curiously.
Brian let out an annoyed laugh. "You're still on about him? Why?!" he yelled. "Calm down. I haven't even talked to him in 3 months." She said, now growing a bit nervous.
Brian threw down the leftover food they had from dinner, making Molly flinch. "If you love him so much, why don't you just go marry him instead of wasting my time?!" he screamed. "Look, I won't stand here and let you scream at me like a psychopath. Calm down, Brian." She began to walk away when she felt a strong hand on her shoulder yanking her back.
She gasped. "Stop! What are you doing?" She yelled. "I'm doing what I normally do to people when they misbehave. I'm teaching you otherwise." Brian seethed.
Molly let out a sob. "No, please, I'm so sorry." She cried. "Oh, sweetheart, that won't work now." He laughed. "You see, I never gave a damn about you, little Ms. Molly. It was all just a part of the game. It's the aftermath of an ancient war." He whispered in her ear. "Help!" Molly howled.
Brian smiled slyly and brought his fist back, which he slammed into the side of her face. She swore she saw stars. "Don't worry, sweet, sweet Molly. It won't hurt for long." He removed a small pocket knife that was tucked away neatly in his pocket, and dragged the blade across her face, careful not to cut her skin. "You bastard." She breathed.
Brian smiled. "Oh, come on now. Don't be like that." He made a small slice on the side of her arm, which cut through her clothing.
She felt the warm tears spill over her eyes and streak down her face. He raised his arm once more, aiming the blade towards her throat. She closed her eyes and waited for the blade to make contact with her skin, but it never did. Instead, she felt the weight on top of her body leave. Her eyes shot wide open, her blood pulsing with adrenaline.
A grunt came from somewhere to the left of her, and Brian was on the ground in seconds, swinging at the dark figure that was on top of him; hitting him over and over. "Sherlock?" Molly gasped, focusing her eyes on the figure.
He turned to the small pathologist and tossed his phone to her. She fumbled with it for a moment before holding it tight in her shaking hands. "Call Lestrade. Tell him to get here now, that I've caught the murderer." He said.
Molly was still in shock. Her brain wasn't working right for some reason. All she saw was the glint of the blade. "Watch out!" she screamed.
Brian had regained a hold on his knife and was holding it up to strike Sherlock. Molly dropped the phone and immediately sprang into action. She charged towards Sherlock, knocking him out of the way of the man. She felt a sharp pain pierce her side, and let out a bloodcurdling scream. Sherlock regained his footing and yanked Molly away from the man before placing himself on top of him, with his knees on his chest, and his arms pinned to the ground.
"Were you going to kill her?!" he screamed. "No, no man, I…" "Yes or no?!" he yelled back. "Yes! But listen, I'm sorry, it wasn't…" Sherlock cut him off by punching him repeatedly in the face once more. "You better beg for mercy if she isn't okay, because I promise you I will kill you if she isn't." he seethed.
With one last swing of his arm, he brought his fist down onto Brian's face, making his body go limp. Sherlock Stood over the man kicking him hard enough in the side to crack a rib at the very least, and then scanned the ally for Molly. He found her crumpled against the wall, clutching her crimson stained side. He walked over to her and crouched down next to her. "Molly, can you talk to me?"
Molly's eyelids fluttered open and fixed themselves on him. "Sherlock…" She strained. "Shh, just tell me where my phone is." She pointed to a spot in the alley about 10 feet away.
Sherlock grabbed ahold of the phone and started punching in the numbers. "Lestrade, I need you here now with an ambulance. I'm in the alley near Baker Street. Molly's been attacked." He said urgently, mumbling over the phone something about a murderer being caught. "Yes, thank you."
Sherlock hung up the phone and slipped it into his pocket, took off his coat, and wrapped it around her small frame. "Is this the part where you rip my shirt and wrap it around my wounds?" Molly smiled weakly.
The sound of the ambulance wailing was already piercing the eerie silence. "Listen, you're okay now. You'll be just fine." Sherlock said calmingly. "Why…. why were you… you following me?" She strained. "I knew he was the killer. You weren't at Bart's and your phone wasn't on. I had to make sure you were okay." Sherlock said quickly, pulling her close to him.
Molly groaned in pain. "You shouldn't have done that." Sherlock said quietly. "He… he was going to kill… kill you." She was slightly slurring her words together. "He was going to kill you too." He replied. "What do you… care?" She asked.
Sherlock looked at her for a moment, as if trying to find the answer himself, but snapped out of his trance at the feel of a hand on his shoulder. "Sherlock, the ambulance is here." The voice came from Detective Inspector Lestrade, who looked down at Molly wide eyed.
He sighed and ordered the man to be arrested for first degree murder, and assault. The paramedics brought the stretcher over to where Molly lay, and allowed a rather reluctant Sherlock to place her small frame on it. She was still awake and alert, a clear sign that she wasn't suffering from blood loss of any sort, but she still trembled in his arms. Good, Sherlock thought, at least the stab wound wasn't that deep.
Lestrade looked at Sherlock questioningly. "I'll explain later." He said, already walking towards John. His face was masked with concern. "What the hell is going on, Sherlock? You're covered in blood!" John yelled. "How did you know I was here?" "Someone dialed my number and then all I heard from there was screaming and yelling. I followed the cop cars over here." John explained.
Sherlock shook his head. "Brian Lucas is our murderer." Sherlock said flatly. "What, Molly's boyfriend?" He asked. "Yes. He tried to kill her. He tried to kill us both. She… she saved me." Sherlock trailed off.
John let out a sigh. "Oh, Jesus. Is she okay?" "She will be." He reassured John.
Sherlock was approached by a young paramedic that was seemingly still in training. "Mr. Holmes, Miss Hooper would like for you to ride to the hospital with her. She's a bit shaken up." The man said respectfully. Sherlock nodded, "I'll explain everything later, John." "Where are you going?"
Sherlock didn't even reply before basically launching himself into the ambulance with Molly.
So what did you all think? Sorry I never gave a specific address or anything… Unfortunately, I'm stuck in South Carolina, and I have no sense of direction 30 minutes from my house, but, hey… I tried! Hope you enjoyed, and thanks so much for reading!
XXX Danielle