Molly, is that you?
Chapter 3
Hey Guys! Sorry it's been ages since I've updated, but I've been busy with school. Just as a quick note, I got a few comments asking me questions about the past two chapters, so just to clear a few things up:
1) Molly is not on Moriarty's side, she is on no ones side. They are just married and do not side, even though they love each other.
2) Molly, Sherlock and Jim are all the same. When Sherlock admitted that him and Jim were the same, it confirmed that all three are the same.
3) Sherlock does not know where Molly is and is confused about what happened between them.
4) Sebastian, Moriarty's right hand man is refered to as Sebastian Moran, although this is just a alliance for his real name which is in fact Sebastian Hooper, who is married to Irene Adler (now refered to as Irene Hooper) they also have a daughter named Isabelle (Who will not appear until later chapters, along with her parents).
Anyway this chapter should clear up one or two more questions people may have. Enjoy :) - Lucy x
Two years before the Reichenbach fall - Molly
Molly walked into the Diogenes club in the heart of London. Mycroft had called her earlier, saying there was someone he wanted her to meet. Walking into the only room in the whole building you can speak in, she was met by the eyes a man she had never met before.
"Molly…" The elder Holmes greeted her.
"Mycroft, good to see you" Molly replied.
"Good to see you too. As I have already told you, there is someone I want you to meet." Mycroft told her, gesturing to the man sitting on the other side of his desk.
"James Moriarty, Consulting Criminal" Jim said standing up and holding up his hand. Molly took it. James met her hand with his before bringing it toward his lips and kissing it.
"Molly Hooper, Consulting Spy" Molly told him before sitting down in the chair next to his.
"Now we've got introduced. We can get down to business; I need both of you to go undercover in the Maldives tomorrow for a case, since we don't want Sherlock or any of your other friends knowing about your other profession, I would like you to go together." Mycroft said.
A year before the Reichenbach fall - Molly
Jim sat on the sofa in his flat when Molly opened the front door and walked in. "You know you're starting this whole game with Sherlock, just make sure neither of you get too hurt of even killed. I don't know what I would do without either of you. Remember that the only thing that we want to achieve from this is being able to move away and focus on our real jobs and making sure that Sherlock doesn't find out who I am."
"Yes dear I know. Plus considering the fact we are all the same, you, me and Sherlock. We need each other we are all the same; apart from the fact you're a girl." Jim replied
"Obviously" Was Molly's only reply.
"Dinner?" Jim asked.
"No I have an assassination to stage so, only came back to change. Maybe tomorrow" Molly said as she walked into the bedroom to change into something more fitting for her current job. Picking up her hand gun, a few minutes later she walked back into the living room wearing a dark blue, floor length ball gown.
"You look devious" Jim said as Molly walked towards the front door.
"Thank you darling" Molly answered flashing a smile in his direction before she stalked out of the front door in her glamorous outfit.
Two days after the Reichenbach fall - Sherlock
Sherlock rose from his seat on the sofa where he had been sitting for 24 hours previously. He still didn't understand where Molly had gone and what her intentions were. The only things that had changed in her flat from before he was drugged were the letter and key, which neither gave any indication to either question.
Picking up his new phone Sherlock started to dial Mycroft's number.
"Ah brother dear, I was wondering when you would call. You haven't sent for the car to take you to the airport yet." Mycroft's voice broke through the silence bitterly.
"Yes well I've had a few things on my mind Mycroft. Can you send me the security footage from the other night, outside Molly's flat please?"
"That will not be possible there is none all the cameras went dead, when I was trying to keep an eye on you, and was that a 'please' you included?"
"Yes it was, can you send the car now Mycroft. I have decided there is no dwelling on the past. I need to forget what happened with Molly that can wait until after I've taken down Moriarty's network." Sherlock finalised before hanging up the phone.
One year after the Reichenbach Fall - Molly
"WHERE THE HELL IS HE?!" Molly yelled as another contraction hit. "He's on his way Boss" Jonathan Patricks answered.
They were both currently in a private hospital in Dubai. Molly was now pacing up and down the length of the room while Jonathan steadied her. "He should be here in about ten minutes with your brother. Mycroft should be here in five minutes, but your sister and Irene are stuck in London, so they can't come." He told her.
Five minutes later
Mycroft Holmes drifted discreetly into the room, wearing a three piece suit. "Well Molly" He let out a sigh "You look lovely as per usual" he finished. The only he got as acknowledgement was Molly staring daggers at him. If looks could kill Mycroft Holmes would very well be dead at this point in time. "Don't give me that Mycroft, I look as if I've swallowed a basketball" Molly exclaimed looking down at the large bump which was currently her stomach. "How long until they reckon you will be ready to push?" Mycroft asked, breaking the awkward silence that had filled the room, looking at the heavily pregnant Molly. "About ten minutes ago but I refused until Jim gets here" She replied walking back over to the bed to sit down, escorted by Jonathan.
Jim Moriarty finally walked through the door to his Wife's hospital room closely followed by Sebastian Hooper. "HOW BLOODY LONG DOES IT TAKE TWO MEN TO GET TO A HOSPITAL!?" Molly yelled at both men as they tried to avoid being at the other end of Molly's wrath. "Considering I was in Africa, you didn't tell me you were flying to Dubai! Seriously what are you doing here? You knew you were due any day now." Jim said to her. "Yes I know that, but I had business to attend to." Molly replied defensively. "What could possibly so important?" "This business doesn't wait for anyone, you know that better than anyone Jim!" she yelled back as a flood of doctors and midwives filled into the big room.
One and a half years after the Reichenbach fall – Sherlock
The sky was getting darker as the mysterious man walked into the abandoned house. It was the perfect place to set up base for the night. In only two hours three major members of Moriarty's network would walk into the building opposite for a meeting.
He unloaded the gun from the case he was carrying and placed it beside him. His signature coat and scarf were gone and replaced by a leather jacket. His black curly hair was now shorter and there was no sign of a freshly pressed shirt or trousers to be seen.
Sitting in the darkness with the gun placed on his lap, he waited. Before long the lights in the house next door turned on and three silhouettes appeared behind the window he was facing. Within minutes Sherlock fired three gunshots in rapid succession. Three discrete thuds could be heard in the distance as the lifeless bodies of the men fell to the floor.
"Half way there" He whispered into the darkness as he gathered up the gun and case and made his way back towards the car Mycroft had leased him for the duration of his stay in Hawaii.
Three years after the Reichenbach fall/the return – Molly
"Boss, Mycroft has informed us that Sherlock Holmes has 'finished' dismantling your husband's network and plans to return to London and 221B Baker St tomorrow morning." Patricks said as he entered the large library.
"Good, I can sense he has missed them and wants to return. I will not stop him, for now our game is over." Molly replied getting up and walking towards the window of the lone castle, settled upon the large, private island herself and Jim owned.
"Very well, also your sister Tanya called while you were out. John and Mary have set a date for their wedding and she has told them you her 'friend' Beth Williams can make them a cake. They would love 'you' to and have invited 'you' to the wedding as well."
"I see, I'm looking forward to it" She said her lips curling up into a smile. Picking up the gun on the table next to her, Molly turned around and walked towards the door, before looking back at the slim, red haired man. "Anyway I've got some business to do. Need to see a man about some missile plans." Molly finished as she walked out of the door in a slim, jet black cat suit.
Three years after the Reichenbach fall/the return – Sherlock
He knew which stairs creaked when stepped on, which direction the flat faced and what Mrs Hudson was making for dinner that night, but nothing could prepare him for what lay beyond the small wooden door at the top of the stairs.
He still had a key, so let himself in. John Watson sat on his armchair in the corner of the room 'just like old times' Sherlock thought to himself as John lifted his head to be greeted by the sight of his 'dead' flatmate and best friend. "Sh… Sher… Sherlock?" The man stuttered. "John" Sherlock replied.
"You… you're… supposed to be dead!" The short man's temper rising as he leapt out of his chair and walked faster than a man should over to Sherlock. "John, I can explain" Sherlock started as John's fist connected with his left cheek and he collapsed on the floor, blacking out completely.
After John realised what he had done, he started pacing the flat, questions forming inside his brain. Mrs Hudson and Greg chose that exact moment to walk into the flat. Witnessing the sight of Sherlock on the floor, they both looked at him questioningly. "Is that Sherlock?" Greg asked making his way over to the limp and unconscious body of his friend. "Yes" Was John's only reply as he slumped back into his chair, letting the previously unshed tears stream down his face.
When he finally arose into consciousness, all three of the other people in the flat were drinking cups of tea and staring at him inventively. "Well it's nice to see all of you" Sherlock said, picking himself up off of the floor and into 'his' chair.
"You better have a good reason for this Sherlock, or God forbid I might do something I might regret!" John started, placing his half drunken tea back onto the coffee table.
"I suppose I should tell you outright before you punch me again then. Moriarty had snipers set on all three of you and if I didn't jump he would've killed you. So I faked my death and spent the last three years tracking down his network and clearing my name…" He trailed on.
One month after the return
Molly walked into the room carrying the most beautiful cake ever. Blue swirls and patterns covered the white icing layer and bride and groom figurines resembling the features of both John and Mary stood proudly at the top. The room gave off the feeling of warmth and comfort but these were things she found unsettling and instead made her uncomfortable. Warm oak tables and chairs lined the outskirts and centre of the room. The room also backed onto others, to the left a ball room and to the right a bar.
She still had another five minutes to spare before the wedding party got there, so she went to order a drink at the bar. Picking up her phone, Molly began to compose a text.
Thank you for the cake, it looks wonderful. Take the rest of the day off. M
The wedding party filled into the room rapidly, the once undisturbed place, now filled with laughter, applause and tears of happiness. No one would be able to spot her in her disguise, the long blonde haired wig bounced with waves and cascaded down her shoulders and her brown eyes were replaced by bright blue contacts. That paired with a pretty dress and heels, made her look nothing like her normal self, or at least the one they knew.
Out of the corner of her eye, Molly could see Greg and Tanya dancing. 'They make such a great couple' she thought to herself. Her sister deserved a good man and Greg Lestrade definitely fit the description.
The next person she spotted was Sherlock himself, making his way towards the bar, paying no attention to her what so ever. He stood next to her and ordered the drink he desired, sitting down with a thud on the stool which nestled gently under the bar's surface.
Without thinking Molly pulled out the large envelope she was hiding in her bag and slid it in front of his eyes. The package almost screaming 'open me' Hesitantly Sherlock opened it warily, pulling out two more envelopes reading 'Birthdays' and 'Christmas'.
"Who are you and what is this supposed to be?" Sherlock questioned looking up at her. "You really don't remember me Sherlock? I'm hurt. They're cards addressed to you, John, Lestrade and Mrs Hudson for both their Birthdays and Christmases. Although it's completely up to you to tell them I'm not really dead." Molly replied, picking up her scotch and taking a sip, the liquid bringing warmth to her insides as it trickled down her throat.
"Molly?" He questioned. She nodded, confirming his question. "Let's leave questions until another time shall we Sherlock, as you can see we're both quite busy." Molly told him rising from her stool and walking towards the door. "Till the next time" and with that she disappeared into the night, not to be seen anytime soon.
He sat there for nearly an hour trying to make sense of what had happened until finally Mrs Hudson approached him, raising his mind from the thoughts and started to pull him towards the inviting dance floor, crowded with people.
Two months after the return – Molly
Steam rose up from the many coffee cups and plates of hot food which filled many tables in the restaurant. In the corner sat Tanya Hooper and Greg Lestrade, although at this point in time Tanya went with the last name of Brown.
Molly picked up the two champagne glasses, one of which contained an engagement ring as well as the bubbly liquid and made her way towards their table. Her sister would recognise her and wonder why she was there, but Greg wouldn't see through the disguise, mainly because he thought Molly was dead. Placing the glasses down on the table, Molly winked at her sister before walking away.
Looking down at the glass of champagne Tanya noticed the beautiful gold band with a single diamond placed in the centre. Taking it out of the glass she stopped to admire the way the diamond sparkled in the lights of the restaurant. Before Tanya could say anything, Greg took the ring out of her hand and got down on one knee, the whole restaurant turning to look at them.
"Tanya Brown, will you do the honours of marrying me?" Greg asked leaving her speechless, now Tanya understood why her sister was here at least. "Yes, of course!" Tanya exclaimed, tears rolling down her cheek.
Molly watched from afar smiling as her sister and future brother in-law got engaged. Setting down her waitressing apron and notebook, she left through the restaurant door.
Eight months after the return – Molly
Assassins climbed the walls and attempted to infiltrate the security. Helicopters and agents circled the perimeter, trying to find a way to enter the massive mansion.
Screams could be heard from within the house, even though it was in lockdown. In the heart of the mansion, Molly sat sweat dripping down her frail face and forming a small puddle on the floor.
"We need to do something soon" The doctor told Jim, Tanya, Seb and Jonathan. "She's getting in a bad way and there is no way of getting her out of the house" He finished. "What do you suggest we do?" Tanya asked. "Well in all fairness we need to perform an emergency C-section, but for that we need somewhere to do it safely, without the worry of someone putting a bullet in her brain or the baby's." He replied.
"We could move her downstairs into base. There is a load of medical supplies there, you could use." Seb offered. "Yes, that'll have to do, seeing as there is no other option. Although we'll have to move fast, seeing as Molly's starting to look really bad." The doctor replied, looking at Molly's pail and heavily pregnant form.
Heavy, hot air filled the atmosphere of the smallish room. Seb and Jonathan had left to fend off some of the assassins whom were now roaming part of the house, their only objective to kill Molly and her unborn child.
The doctor made a clean cut with a scalpel into the centre of Molly's stomach, dragging it the width of her body, before pulling it out. They hadn't sedated her as there was no medication available, so she clung onto her younger sister's hand and screamed at Jim. "Why the hell did I want another child!?" She said in hysterics. "I'M GIVING BIRTH TO THE DEVIL'S CHILD BLOODY 2.0!" She yelled, laughing again, using up more of the air in the already stuffy room.
Within minutes the doctor had pulled out a tiny baby from her womb. Tiny arms and legs flailing everywhere as he was placed in Molly's arms. "Oh my God, he's so cute!" Tanya exclaimed. "Now I've got a niece and a nephew." She continued laughing, reaching down and letting the baby's tiny fingers and hands capture one of her fingers and grip it tightly, as if the world depended on it.
"I quite like the name Thomas, it's quite sweet and innocent, no one would suspect him" Jim said pointedly at Molly, reaching down to kiss her forehead and admire the tiny small child in her arms, which he could wholeheartedly call his.
"Hmm… I like that name" Molly replied in recognition. Thomas looked more like his mother than his father. He had Molly's nose, but James' eyes. Unlike Ella, who had her mother's eyes and hair, where as she had her father's nose and facial structure.
Tanya stood there for a few minutes admiring the scene in front of her, until Seb walked back into the room, carrying Ella and placing her in Jim's arms. They looked like a proper family, a husband, wife and two children. But in reality they were the two geniuses, whom the whole world of countries and governments bowed down to and their children.
Thanks for reading! Will post up the next chapter as soon as I can and it will contain all the characters reuniting once again. - Lucy x
