CHAPTER 5
I would like to thank all the people who have reviewed this love letter so far. You inspire the plot bunnies greatly. After this one is finished (I feel maybe 4 more chapters) I have two bunnies in the wings. One is teacher Sherlock(undercover)/Molly and the other is a John Sherlock story. I don't ship john-lock unless its um 3 person adult story(you figure it out) but it is how I view John as a batman thanks wiki
Duties
A batman's duties often include:
acting as a "runner" to convey orders from the officer to subordinates
maintaining the officer's uniform and personal equipment as a valet
driving the officer's vehicle, sometimes under combat conditions
acting as the officer's bodyguard in combat
other miscellaneous tasks the officer does not have time or inclination to do
And will have that bent.
And after that we will see where the bunnies (damn you blue bell) take me!
Thanks again and on with the show!
Molly had finally drifted off to sleep. The days ups and down had finally caught up with her. Tears were drying on her face and pillow when the dream started.
Her lab her haven was cold . Colder than she normally kept it . The main table looked like an altar with the bright overhead light shining down on it. The bag that held him lay there like some offering to an angry god of old. Somewhere her subconscious screamed not real just a dream, you do not have to go and open that bag. This isn't real! Her heart couldn't hear it though it was screaming for her to help and make sure he was all right.
Ignoring the growing apprehension she felt(its a dream not real no don't!) she went to keep her promise to Sherlock to help. Zipping the bag open she heard felt the sob that escaped her. There he was bloodied and broken the man she loved beyond all hope and reason. For a moment it felt real. That he wasn't going to wake up any minute. That she would never see him walk into the morgue and look at her with his tri-colored eyes. Ever again.
She busied herself with cleaning the blood of his face then noticed the time.3 mins had pasted how much longer did she need to wait? Then it creeped to5 minutes . The fear and panic were clawing at her she went and got the adrenalin injection they pilfered yesterday ready to go. The drug had slowed his respiratory functions and his heartbeat. The laundry lorrie had cushioned his fall but what if it still had gone horribly wrong? Not able to wait Molly opened his shirt and located the lowest part of the breast bone …. with a silent prayer to any God who would have mercy, she jabbed the needle directly into Sherlock s heart and nothing happened.
A agonized scream startled Sherlock out of sleep – he looked around the flat then got up and practically ran to Molly's room. He burst through the door expecting a fight with some enemy. What he found was his pathologist crumpled on the floor, her eyes glazed over still trapped in what ever nightmare she was having.
Seeing Molly so distraught even asleep moved Sherlock. He could deduce but not know what her nightmare was and he knew that he was the cause of this pain too. (god will her room ever have happy memories in it!) walking quietly to her he sat down beside her. Unsure of himself he tried to wake her.
"molly wake up. You are having a bad dream." no response.
She sat there sobbing twisting her hands wringing them like she did when she finished an autopsy(Out out damned spot!)and Sherlock didn't think. He just took both of her hands in his and tried again.
"Molly I am here. I am alive thanks to you. I am not dead. Open your eyes Molly. I can't do this with out you. So please open your eyes." then he gave her hands a squeeze.
Molly came too with a gasp. Her eyes flew open terror showing clearly in her eyes . First she looked to her hands in his(such amazing hands really) then tracked them up to the person they belonged too. Sherlock watched with wonder as the terror was replaced by joy(joy yes that is what I am seeing) and his somewhat nonexistent heart lurched he felt it actually hurt.
"I am so sorry Molly Hooper that I have caused you so much pain."(what did I actually say that I meant to ask if she was OK now!)
Seeing the pained expression on his face before his mask slid into place, Molly shattered she flung her arms around his neck and sobbed into Sherlock's chest. The fear of the nightmare, the joy of him still in the land of the living and the terror of tomorrow were just too much to sort. On top of the fact that she loved him – to hell and back. She only cried for a few minutes before she pulled herself together and noticed the Sherlock was lazily rubbing circles on her back comforting her. With a sigh she pulled away from him slightly to look at him as if this moment was for her mind palace(was more of a Sherlock shrine than palace) and she didn't want to miss anything about it.
He was still breath takingly handsome, still brilliant still Sherlock and he was holding her(down girl breath)His eyes that could be so cold and cutting were partially closed. In that moment Molly shy timid molly knew that she had two choices. Either take her heart into her own hands and kiss Sherlock or pull away and wonder what if for the rest of her life.