So the final chapter guys and gals. Thank you so much for all the lovely messages and all the follows and faves it has been great writing this story and i hope you have enjoyed it as much as i have loved writing it.
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Molly smiles up at the dark ceiling feeling warm and cozy in her big bed with a sleeping Sherlock wrapped around her. His head was rested on her chest, his favourite place to lie while he slept. Over the last couple of nights that is where he ended up as he drifted off to sleep. Molly loved the feeling of his warm breath on her stomach as he breathed lightly.
They had spent the last few days fighting and having some fabulous sex. Sherlock had taught her all he could with out overloading her head. He taught her to use her size to her advantage and if the time came she had to stay small and quick. She had even managed to floor Sherlock by evading him and getting behind him and swiping at his knees making him fall. She was so shocked and proud of what she did that she let her guard down for a second and he was able to pull her down after him. Not that she really minded she was rewarded with a mind blowing orgasm so she still felt she won.
Sherlock's mood had deteriorated over the last couple of days with him becoming more and more quiet for longer periods each time. He never realized he was doing it and unintentionally leaving Molly on her own to worry and make herself nervous. He did apologize profusely when he came to after a long period of quite contemplation to find Molly curled on her chair crying. She was hysterical and it took him a long time to calm her down. He took her into her bed and covered her in her blankets and held her until she stopped shaking. When she came back she apologized and he kissed her and made love to her. She fell asleep in his arms and then she woke the next day with him sleeping on her.
Molly looks over at her alarm and she sighs. She runs her hand through Sherlock's hair and she feels his eyelashes flutter on her stomach making her smile.
"Morning sleepy head." She says and he yawns. Molly wasn't sure there was anything more adorable than a drowsy Sherlock. It was only for a precious few seconds each time he woke with his heavy eyes and his hair all messed up and she was so glad she was able to bare witness to it.
"What time is it?" He asks and she looks back over at the clock.
"Half six." She says and he groans and lifts his head to look at her.
"When do you leave?" He asks and she smiles at him and moves a stray curl out of his eyes.
"In an hour." She says and he nods his face changing from drowsy to business in a flash and she sighs as he climbs out of bed. She watches as he moves around the room searching for his underwear, his cute little butt making her smile. He finds them and puts them on and she pouts, he turns and frowns at her.
"What's wrong?" He asks and she smiles.
"I may never see that butt again." She says and her frowns deeply.
"Don't think like that." He says and she nods.
"Yeah of course, sorry." She says and he nods and turns towards the door and flashes her. She laughs as her leaves and her smile quickly faded.
Molly had come to terms with her mortality. She was well aware that she will more than likely die and despite everything she was ok with it. She had seen her mum and they shared a surprisingly pleasant meal and she listened as her mother talked about her life and barely asking her any questions. Molly was happy to listen, it meant she could just enjoy it rather than face the bombardment of questions that usually ensued. The week with Sherlock had been one of the strangest and best weeks of her life and it was what she would think about when the time came. She had her memories that would be with her forever even if her forever were only going to be another twelve or so hours. She had promised Sherlock that she would fight and she would, and with all her might, but she still held little hope but she would still try.
The plan was for her to go into work like any other day and when Moran got in touch with her she would request to meet him in a public place to talk. Molly was to be fully wired up so they could keep in contact with her at all time and when the time came she would know when to move. She had gone over the scenario a thousand times in her head and each one of them had resulted in her dying and Moran escaping. She had been assured that the government's top marksmen had been hired and this did make her feel a little better.
Sherlock reenters the bedroom holding a tea and some slightly burnt toast. Molly smiles as he hands her it with a sheepish look.
"Still can't work the toaster?" She says and he rolls his eyes.
"It is broken." He says and she chuckles. Sherlock watches her as she eats and finishes her tea.
She struggles to eat as her stomach seems to want to keep emptying its self but she eventually swallows the last bite and Sherlock smiles.
"Best get dressed." He says standing up and taking her plate and cup with him. Molly gets out of bed and Sherlock's eyes roam over her as if committing her to memory and she smiles sadly when she thinks he must think it is as hopeless as she does. He catches her staring at him and he gives her a wide smile and quickly exits the room. He stops in the hallways and leans his head against the wall and sighs.
Molly hears Sherlock sigh and cannot help the hopelessness spread through her and she lets out a long breath and gets dressed. As she brushes her hair and right on time she hears her doorbell ring and she hears Sherlock pad down the hallway and the front door opens.
"Oh for goodness sake could you not have put your clothes on?" Mycroft says and Molly smiles. She heads into the hallway and watches as four people, lead by Mycroft file into her living room each carrying a heavy looking silver brief case. Sherlock brings up the rear and stares after them.
"What will the neighbors think?" Molly says and she chuckles.
"That you are some sort of terrorist or in a criminal gang." He says and Molly frowns up at him. He looks down at her and she rolls her eyes. "Oh, you were joking?" He asks and she sighs.
"Yes, I was."
"Right." He says and he looks back to the living room.
"What are the chances Moran's people didn't see this?" She asks and he shrugs.
"I don't know but this place has been under constant watch since Mycroft's first visit. So quite unlikely."
"Really? The whole time?"
"Yes."
"Why didn't you say?"
"I didn't think there was any need." He says looking down at her and she frowns. "Would it have made you feel any better?"
"No I suppose not."
"Are you two going to join us?" Mycroft says from inside the living room. They move towards the living room, "Put some clothes on Sherlock!" Mycroft sighs and Molly smiles up at him. He gives her a little smile and then stalks of muttering to himself as Molly enters her living room or what used to be her living room. It is now filled with monitors and little machines that are flashing and beeping. Mycroft smiles at her wide eyed reaction and claps his hands together startling her a little.
"Isn't it wonderful? All top of the range of course." He says cheerfully and Molly can tell her is enjoying this. "I have missed being out in the field." He says confirming her suspicions. She gives him a tight-lipped smile and tries to listen as he explains what each of the machines do.
Sherlock walks back into the living room to find it completely changed and he rolls his eyes at Mycroft's flamboyance. He finds Molly standing in amongst all of the people and equipment looking utterly lost. His heart sinks at the sight of her standing there with her hands clasped at her chest like she is frightened she might break something. He walks over to her and places his hand on the small of her back and she jumps. She looks up at him and he gives her a little reassuring smile.
"Don't worry about all this stuff just you focus on your part." He says and she nods. He draws her into his side and she leans against his chest. He looks at his brother and stares at him daring him to say something, he desperately wants an excuse to hit someone, but Mycroft just gives him a curt nod and looks away. This of course makes him feel worse and he swallows hard and looks down at Molly who is staring up at him.
"Excuse me Miss Hooper, we need to get you wired up." One lady agent says and Molly looks at her and then at Sherlock who nods.
"Off you go." He says and he lets her go and she follows the woman into the kitchen so they could have a little privacy.
Molly stands in the middle of her little kitchen holding her baggy shirt up over her chest for the agent to clip the microphone to her bra.
"The beauty of this is that it is completely invisible when wearing a top and even if you aren't it looks inconspicuous and like a part of the bra." She says showing Molly the little flower shaped microphone, Molly nods. "There are no silly packs or wires, just this. It is brilliant." She says and Molly manages a weak smile.
"Yeah it is great." She says and the agent smiles.
"It really is." She agrees and straightens up and Molly tucks her shirt back in. Molly follows the agent back into the living room and finds Sherlock in exactly the same spot as she left him looking miserable. Mycroft steps between them and Molly looks up at him. He holds out a little box and she takes it from him. She opens it to find two tiny wax buds.
"These will be your direct line to us, you will be able to hear everything we say to you. We will have them on the whole day so you can get used to our voices and the noise. It is best as you will act more natural that way." He says and Molly nods.
"Sure."
"We have a tracker on your microphone so we will know where you are at all times." He says and she nods again. "We will hear everything you say and there will be someone watching you at all times. We have eyes everywhere." He assures her.
"Sure." Molly says and she takes the buds from the box and puts them in her ears. She is surprised to find that she can hear everything perfectly. Mycroft nods and takes back the box.
"You will do great Miss Hooper."
"I bet you say that to all the bait." Molly says and she sees Sherlock cringe and Mycroft frowns. "Thank you though. I know you didn't need to help." She adds and he nods.
"It's time." One agent says and Molly's blood runs cold, she takes a deep steadying breath and nods.
"I am ready." She says and she grabs her coat and bag. Sherlock hovers awkwardly while they do their final checks and when they are done Molly smiles at him. She holds out her hand and he takes it without a word. She leads him down the hallway and he grips her hand
"I thought he was gay." The lady agent says and Mycroft shoots her a dangerous look and stares at him. "Sorry sir." She says and she looks back at her computer.
Molly stops at the front door and turns and smiles up at Sherlock.
"Molly…" He says and he sighs when his voice constricts. He frowns at how he is feeling as it is so alien to him and she puts her hand on his cheek. He closes his eyes and he leans his forehead against hers. Molly's eyes start to sting and she presses her lips to his quickly and lets him go. She is out the door before he opens his eyes and when he does he just stares helplessly at the door. He starts when his phone buzzes in his pocket and he pulls it out.
Dearest Sherlock, thank you for everything you have done and for the best week of my life. I always have and always will love you.
Yours always, Molly x.
Sherlock stares down at the screen, thinking how she must have prepared that text and he sighs as a tear rolls down his nose and lands on the phone.
Molly sits back in the cab and closes her eyes. That was the hardest thing she had to do, saying goodbye to her mother didn't come close to how heart breaking saying goodbye to Sherlock was. Determined not to cry she takes a deep breath and asks the cabbie to turn on the radio. She laughs loudly when 'going underground' by The Jam comes on and she starts to sing along. It was one of her dad's favorites and kind of fitting for her situation.
"Sorry guys." She says knowing full well that everyone in her flat can hear her horrible singing.
"She has got a sadistic sense of humor." Mycroft says looking up at Sherlock who glares at him.
"Shut up." He snaps and Mycroft looks away and back at the monitors where he can see Molly bobbing her head along to the music.
Molly is unsurprisingly slammed at work, she wasn't quite sure what gave her the impression she wouldn't be but she thought that since she will probably be on of them in a few hours she could have done with an easy day. She didn't even realize the time until her phone rang shrilly and she dropped her tray of tools.
"This is him." Mycroft's voice says in her head and she steps over the tools and picks up her phone.
"Right."
"Remember keep him talking."
"Ok." She says and she hovers her finger over the answer button.
"Act natural…" Mycroft hisses.
"Will you just let her answer the damn phone?" She hears Sherlock snap and she answers.
"Hello Mr Moran."
"Ahhh, Miss Hooper you remembered me. I thought you were avoiding my call." Moran says.
"No I am quite busy is all." She says and she hears him chuckle. "How could I forget you Mr Moran you leave quite a lasting impression." He laughs loudly.
"So I have been told." He says and he sighs. "I take it you have come to a decision about my little offer?" He says and Molly swallows.
"I have."
"Excellent, so what will it be Miss Hooper. A slow torturous death or having a little fun and working under me?"
"I will do it. She says and she can sense his smile.
"You are a smart girl. Either option would have been a suitable answer just so you know. I haven't done a good skinning in a while." He says and Molly chuckles nervously as she readies herself make her demands.
"I- I have a few requests, if you will listen?" She asks shakily and he chuckles.
"Oh you do, do you?" He says with a chuckle. "I will listen Miss Hooper but I will not guarantee I will grant them though."
"Ok well shall we meet to um you know talk business, face to face?" She says and he is quiet for a moment. She chews her lips nervously awaiting his answer.
"Why not?" He finally says and she lets out the breath she was holding. "Shall we say six o'clock for dinner my treat." He says sounding like her is organizing a date.
"Ok." She says feeling slightly overwhelmed that he accepted.
"So we will discuss your other requests over dinner?" He asks.
"Yes." She says quietly.
"Sounds lovely. Signor Sassi's at six then."
"Great." She says and he laughs.
"Oh this is going to be fun." He says and she forces a laugh. "Until then Miss Hooper sorry, doctor Hooper." He says and Molly cringes.
"Goodbye." She says and the line goes dead. She puts the phone downs quickly like she was holding a tarantula.
"Well done Miss Hooper." Mycroft says and she groans and empties her stomach in the sink.
Mycroft pulls off the headphones and throws them down while cringing. Sherlock stares at the little monitor and watches as Molly comes up from the sink wiping her mouth with her hand and rinsing the sink. He watches her as she cleans up and gets onto her knees to pick up her tools. She wipes away a tear.
"She did well Sherlock. We know where he is." Mycroft says but Sherlock doesn't respond he just stares at the screen with pained eyes.
At half five Molly climbs into the pre-booked cab with fake cabbie who is actually and agent and Molly closes the door.
"Ok Miss Hooper, everything is set up. We have booked out the whole place so you needn't worry you will be surrounded by our side. Every soul in that room is on our side, they have been informed to ignore you until the last second ok?" Mycroft says.
"Yes ok. Did you get him, I mean did you trace him?" She asks.
"Yes we did."
"Good."
"You have done brilliantly, you have been very brave and you have done your country a service. You should be proud." Mycroft says and molly nods mutely and she knows he is telling her this because he doesn't expect her to live through this encounter. "Now you need to remain calm and not let him intimidate you." He adds and Molly chuckles.
"Easy for you to say." She says and he lets out a humorless chuckle.
"It surprisingly is not. We have everything set for every possible outcome you will be looked after." He says glancing over at his brother whose eyes are glued to the screen watching her as she travels to the restaurant. He frowns and turns back to his own screen. "Best of luck Molly." He says and Sherlock's head snaps up and he meets his brother's eyes.
"Thank you." She says and her head falls silent for a moment.
Sherlock drags his eyes from his brother's face as the look of pity starts to make him sick. He has been blinded by this whole thin Mycroft knows she is going to die and he has been blinded by worry and…
"Molly?" Sherlock says and Molly's heart constricts painfully. She clutches her chest and tries desperately not to cry. He sees the emotion and pain flash across her face and it kills him.
"Hey you." She says cheerfully but he can see the agony on her face.
"How are you?" He asks knowing full well she is going to lie through her teeth.
"I am ok, I just want this to be over. She says and she bites her lip hard when it starts to tremble. She covers her face with her hands and rests her elbows on her knees.
"You are being very brave." He says and she lets out a pained laugh.
"I don't know if you would say that if you could see me." She says and Sherlock sighs.
"I'm sorry you have to go through this." He says and she nods.
"I know but I need to do it." She says and he watches as she shakes herself and wipes her eyes.
"I have got something to tell you." He says and she smiles on the screen and sighs.
"How about you tell me when you see me again?" She says and he frowns at the realization that he may never see her again, alive.
"If you want." He says and she smiles and looks around her cab as it slows.
"We are here Miss." Comes the disembodied voice of the agent.
"Sherlock I have to go." She says her voice shaking as she gathers up her things. Sherlock's heart begins to race and he springs up.
"Molly wait!"
"What?" She asks sitting back and frowning a little. He picks up his phone and types a quick message and hits send. He watches as she digs around for her phone and opens the message. The smile that crosses her face makes him smile and she closes her eyes.
"You too Sherlock. For ever." She says and she puts her phone away and sighs. "Goodbye." She says and he stares down at the screen and watches as she vanishes. He picks up his coat and runs from the room.
Molly climbs out of the cab with the image of Sherlock's text burned into her vision.
I LOVE YOU MOLLY X. SH
She smiles and with that thought she pushes forward and walks into the restaurant. She looks around the brightly lit room and a waiter walks over to her smiling.
"Good evening."
"Hello, I am meeting someone here." She says and he looks at her and she realizes she is a little under dressed for a place like this.
"Their name?" He asks and she smiles.
"Sebastian Moran." Molly says and the waiter's eyebrows rise and he clears his throat.
"Oh yes right this way miss, we have a table reserved for Mr Moran." He says and Molly smiles. She cannot help but think up bad this guy is at undercover but she follows him anyway and looks at all the people sitting seemingly enjoying their meal and many of them stare at her at her outfit. She frowns and turns away from them, they obviously have to get in character with this places regular clientele and by the way they are dressed they are doing a great job. She sees groups of businessmen, a few couples and other groups dotted around. With the sheer number of people in the room she cannot help and feel safe.
The waiter pulls out her chair for her and she sits down.
"I shall go and tell Mr Moran you are here." He says and Molly nods feeling a little shocked that he is already here.
"Thank you." She says and the waiter walks off into another room.
"This is it Molly." Mycroft says and she sips of some water to try and get some moisture back in her mouth.
"Ah, doctor Hooper." Moran says loudly as he approaches her from the side. She puts her glass down and stands up trying to smile. If she had been alert she would have noticed the fine layer of perspiration on his forehead and the tenseness in his jaw before she took his hand for a shake. He squeezes her hand hard and his eyes flash dangerously and he pulls her towards him she gasps and she feels the room fall silent. He leans down and talks into her chest.
"Hello Sherlock." He says and Molly gasps when she feels a piercing pain in her stomach. Her eyes dart to Moran and he smiles and shakes his head. "You think you can play me?"
"Sebastian Moran get down on the ground!" Someone yells and he yanks the knife free but not before twisting it in her. He drops the knife and lifts his hands up before dropping the knife. Molly hears screaming and watches in confusion as the diners all jump up and run away from her.
"Molly?" Comes Sherlock's frantic voice.
"Miss Hooper are you there?"
Molly grips her stomach as she watches Moran being wrestled into handcuffs with a smile on his face. One of the diners rushes over to her and she looks at him and sees his mouth moving but nothing coming out. She looks down at her wound and sees blood trickling out of her and she sways. The man lays her down and she starts to shake and her head lolls to the side and see's Moran being dragged away while paramedics rush towards her. Molly tries to focus on what the paramedics are saying and she just blinks before everything goes numb and then her eyes flutter closed.
Sherlock sprints from the car after parking it on the street. He sees an ambulance and Moran being stuffed into the back of an armoured van. Moran smiles at him, but he has not time for him right now. He ignores his smile and crashes through the restaurant doors and watches as a stretcher is wheeled towards him. He rushes over to it and can't believe his eyes as he watches as a stretcher is wheeled towards him with a covered bloody body on it. He rushes over to it and yanks at the sheet and is met with the gruesome sighs of a young man, the waiter, with his throat slit. he covers the boy back up and spins around and notices Molly being hurried away looking pale and lifeless.
"No." He says and he grabs her wrist and searches for a pulse moving with the stretcher. "What happened is she…" He cannot say the word.
"She is alive but only just." One of the paramedics says and he lets out a little moan of relief. "Mate you need to let her go we need to get her to hospital." Sherlock lets got of her and he follows the stretcher out of the restaurant.
"What happened?" Sherlock asks and the paramedic looks at him as he climbs into the ambulance after him.
"Who are you?" He asks. "Only family or friends allowed in the ambulance." He says and Sherlock frowns.
"I am coming she is my… she is mine." He says and the paramedic sighs and closes the doors. The ambulance starts up and the paramedic treats Molly.
"It's a stab wound." He explains and Sherlock nods, he had deduced that himself but he didn't really want to hear it spoken aloud. Sherlock takes her hand through the ride to the hospital and watches the slow painful looking breaths Molly takes. They finally arrive at the hospital and the doors are thrown open and they are met by a small crowd of nurses and Molly is quickly wheeled away.
"Where are you taking her?" Sherlock says as he climbs out of the ambulance.
"Into surgery." One nurse says and Sherlock stills in the doorway and watches as Molly is whisked around the corner. He cannot seem to move and he feels a light hand on his arm and he looks down into a familiar face.
"Hello Sherlock." She says and he frowns trying to place her name.
"Nurse Morstan?" He says and she nods he looks at the sign "Brekenham Beacon Hospital" and sighs.
"Was that…"
"Molly yes." He says and she puts her hand on her heart.
"Oh dear what happened?"
"Stabbed." Sherlock say shortly and she shakes her head. He looks down at her and she does look concerned and he frowns at her. "You said Sherlock." He says narrowing his eyes and she looks at him guiltily.
"Yeah," she says and she bites her lip. "I knew it was you, you have a very recognisable face." She says with a shrug and his eyebrows quirk. "Fine, I liked your cases so sue me." She says reddening a little. He frowns at her.
"You covered for me?" He says and she looks around the practically empty emergency room. She nods and she opens her mouth to defend herself. "Thank you." He says and she stares at him and smiles.
"You're welcome Mr Holmes." She says and he nods. "Come with me and I will get you to the waiting room and fix you a cup of sweet tea." She says practically dragging him. He allows himself to be pulled along as she steers him through the corridors.
"That really isn't necessary." He says as she opens a hallway door.
"Doctor's orders." She says and he arches his eyebrow.
"You're a nurse." He says and she looks at him through narrowed eyes.
"Just sit." She says practically pushing him into a chair and she walks off and disappears. She returns some time later with a polystyrene mug with filled with steaming weak tea. She hands him it and he nods gratefully.
"Thank you." He says and she nods.
"I have to get back to work but I will come and check on you when I can."
"I am not the one dying." He says and she just gives him a little smile and puts her hand on his shoulder.
"She will be fine Sherlock." She says and he sighs.
"You don't know that."
"I have faith in science and I know she will want to stick around for you." He looks up at her and she smiles.
"Sherlock?" Mycroft calls from the next hallway and he and Mary look towards his voice. He pushes through the doors and he sighs when he see's Sherlock staring at him. Mary squeezes his shoulder and Sherlock nods at her.
"I will leave you alone." She says and Mycroft watches as she walks away.
"Thank you." Sherlock's says after her and she turns and smiles.
"Try not to worry." She says before she rushes off. Mycroft sits down next to Sherlock and sighs.
"Any news?" He asks and Sherlock grinds his teeth.
"You mean is she dead?" He asks tightly and turns and meet's his brother's worried eyes. "She is in surgery. What the hell happened Mycroft? How did he know?" He asks trying desperately to rein in his fury and Mycroft sighs.
"The raid, it had to be moved forward." He says and Sherlock stares at Mycroft in disbelief.
"Did you know?" He asks his tone dripping danger. Mycroft nods and Sherlock stands up and his tea is thrown against the wall. "And you still sent her in there?" He rages and Mycroft has the wits to move out of his way.
"We hoped…"
'You hoped! What that he wouldn't find out?" Sherlock yells.
"We thought we got everyone."
"Clearly…" Sherlock pauses as a group of nurses pass, "… you didn't." He says his voice low and tense. "You told me you had a room full of armed guards in that restaurant."
"We had enough." Mycroft says and Sherlock clenches his jaw.
"Two, you had two and now because of you that young man is dead and Molly is in there fighting for her life."
"Who was it that got her involved in all of this in the first place?" Mycroft spits and he sighs as Sherlock straightens up at that unexpected blow. "I'm sorry, neither of us are perfect but I had a job to do and Miss Hooper knew exactly what she was getting herself into. The waiter was just a unfortunate casualty." Mycroft says and Sherlock sits back down knowing he was right. He puts his head in his hands all of the fight gone from him and he sighs.
"Your lack of compassion astounds me." Sherlock says and Mycroft scowls.
"Your amount of compassion concerns me brother." Mycroft says. "We are lucky it was only one casualty, Moran normally likes to make more of a scene." Sherlock looks over at him and shakes his head.
"Just go." Sherlock says and Mycroft nods.
"As you wish." He pauses and rocks on his heels, "When Miss Hooper wakes, tell her well done." He says and he turns and takes his leave.
The next few hours are agony, Sherlock takes to pacing up and down and nurse Morstan visits him another time. She brings him a sandwich and forces him to eat it, standing with her hands on her hips and watching him like an angry mother. He obliges but only so she will go away she smiles at him when she leaves again and he sighs.
"Insufferable woman." He says and he resorts back to pacing. He starts to feel tired and sits down for a while and with every noise and opening door he turns to look to see if it is for him but he just gets frustrated. He gives up looking and when he hears hurried footsteps and the door opening he sighs. Then something happens in his head, a memory of the sound of those footfalls and he sits up his face pulling in a little smile and looks at the opposite wall as the person gasps and stops dead fifteen feet away. He turns to look at the indescribably welcome sight if his startled best friend.
"Hello John. He says and John blinks and rubs his eyes like he is dreaming.
"Sh-Sherlock, I don't … Mycroft he said Molly… you're alive!" He splutters and Sherlock nods. "How, how long? How?"
"I never died John." He says and John takes a few angry steps forward.
"I saw you fall. I saw you… on the ground… the blood. I SAW YOU FALL!" He shouts and Sherlock cringes a little at the anger in his best friends face.
"You saw what you needed to see." Sherlock says and John gapes at him.
"You absolute… how could you? Do you know what it has been like for me? I have been through hell." He rages and Sherlock stands up.
"I know John and I am sorry." John moves forward again his fists balled angrily and Sherlock backs up. "Before you hit me…" He says quickly making John freeze, "… let me explain." John considers him for a moment and relaxes his fists.
"Fine." He says tightly and Sherlock nods and takes a deep breath.
"So Molly knew this whole time?" John says angrily, Sherlock nods and John frowns.
"She did it to save you John, she has risked a lot."
"And now she is dying?" He asks and Sherlock nods sadly.
"I hope not, they are operating now." He says.
"So this Moran stabbed her?" John asks and he nods again. "Sherlock this is so messed up. "Why is it people always nearly die around you?"
"I don't know just lucky i guess. John can't you see why we did it?" He asks needing him to understand. If he can get John on side the other will fall into place behind him. John stares at him for a moment and sighs.
"I understand… I still want to hit you. Greg will be pleased, he has been complaining about how much harder his life is with out you." John says and Sherlock smiles as a doctor enters the hallway looking irritated and very tired. He spots Sherlock and John and his eyes widen.
"Mr Holmes?" He asks like he is not quite sure what is going on. Sherlock springs up.
"Yes, that's me."
"I thought you were dead." The doctor says and Sherlock sighs.
"We all did." John says standing by Sherlock's side.
"John Watson, I am a big fan of…"
"How is she doctor?" Sherlock asks loudly and the doctor clears his throat.
"Well the um damage was quite extensive but we have stopped the bleeding. She is in recovery." He says and Sherlock sighs. "She is by no means out of the woods, the next twenty-four hours are going to be crucial..." he goes on but Sherlock is no longer listening. He collapses on a chair and looks up at the ceiling.
"She is alive." He says and John and the doctor stare at him. John turns to the doctor and smiles.
"Is she his girl friend?" The doctor asks in a whisper and John stares at him not sure what t say. "I thought, you two…"
"WE ARE NOT A COUPLE!" John shout and the doctor jumps, "I'm sorry. So," John clears his throat, "can we go and see her?"
"Oh yes of course."
"Thank you doctor." John says and he shakes the doctors hand. The doctor walks off and John frowns at him and then turns to Sherlock. His eyes are closes and he looks strange.
"Sherlock am I missing something?" He asks and Sherlock's lips twitch.
"Don't you always?" He asks and John rolls his eyes. Sherlock digs in his pocket and pulls out his phone John takes it from him unsure he is going to want to see what is on it. Nothing could have prepared him for what he actually was seeing though. He sits down and reads the message again his eyes wide and disbelieving.
I LOVE YOU MOLLY X. SH
John stares at the phone in complete shock, he looks over at Sherlock and he now sees it. He is heart broken, relieved and tired all rolled into one.
"Well... I never saw that coming." He says and Sherlock chuckles.
"I am as shocked as you are." He says honestly and John looks at it again and sighs.
"Sherlock I…" He says but he doesn't know where to start.
"What happens now?" Sherlock asks and John frowns.
"What do you mean?" He asks and Sherlock sighs.
"I don't know what to do John." He says and he looks at him. "I am lost here." John stares at him and looks back down to the message and hands it back to Sherlock.
"This," He says as Sherlock takes the phone his eyes on the message, "Is this real? Did you mean it?" He asks and Sherlock grips his knee and nods. "Right, well go and be with her. Let her know you are here she will want to hear that." John says and Sherlock nods. He stands up and pockets his phone as he walks towards the recovery rooms and John stares after him. Sherlock pauses at the doors and turns around.
"Thank you John." He says and John nods.
"Anytime, now go on." He says and Sherlock nods he marches through the doors and John sighs shakily slumps in his chair gripping his hair. He has never felt so close to breaking point than he does right now. His mind is completely blown by everything. Sherlock is alive! This is the best news he has had in a long time, excluding Molly being ok, that is great too. Sherlock and Molly in love? That was enough to blow anybody's mind. He knew about Molly's feeling but He was not expecting them to be reciprocated. He supposes being so closely connected under that sort of pressure would drive any two people together devein the unlikely paring of Sherlock and Molly. He chuckles to himself and shakes his head.
"Sherlock and Molly." He says to himself he jumps when someone clears his throat.
"I'm sorry, I was looking for Sherlock." She says and he stares up at her, she had to be the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, with her fiery red hair and big green eyes. He gawped at her and she smiles at him. "You are John Watson aren't you?" She asks and he frowns.
"How do you know?" He asks his voice a little higher than usual and he coughs.
"I am a big fan of your blog. Sherlock was in here pretending to be you about a week ago. He is very recognisable when you follow his cases." She says and he shakes his head.
"He was here?" He asks and she nods. "He never told me that." He says and then he laughs. "Well he never told me he had faked his death either until twenty minutes ago so…" Mary looks sadly at him and he smiles. "Never mind that, yes I am the actual John Watson." He says standing up and she smiles and holds out her hand.
"Mary Morstan, lovely to meet you?" She says and he takes her hand.
"You too." He says and she smiles…
Sherlock stares up at Molly and watches her face and she sleeps and he sighs.
"I am so sorry Molly. I should have been the one there. I should not have let you do this. I am a fool." He says and he feels her finger twitch. He stills and waits for her to do it again but she is still.
"Can you hear me Molly?" He asks and her fingers move and he smiles. "Molly I am here, you are in hospital. Your operation went well, I read the notes." He says and he sees her lips twitch. "Of course I did." He says and she does it again and he chuckles. "Molly you were brilliant, you got him. He is off the streets. You did that." He says and she groans and her eyes crumple. Her heart starts racing and Sherlock buzzes for a nurse. One enters straight away.
"What's wrong?"
"She is waking and she is in pain."
"Ok, we can increase her pain medication but she will go back to sleep." The nurse says and Sherlock nods.
"Ok." He says and she increases Molly's drip and makes a quick note on her chart before leaving again. Sherlock steps towards her bed and brushes the hair out of her face.
"Sleep Molly and I will see you tomorrow." He says and he kisses her forehead. He leans down and whispers in her ear. "I love you."
John Smiles as he rounds the corner and sees Sherlock kissing Molly's forehead. He clears his throat and Sherlock straightens up. He turns and John notices he is a little red faced.
"Did she wake up?" John asks sparing his friend from the embarrassment. There will be plenty of time for that when they are home.
"She was in pain, they have upped her pain medication. She heard me though." Sherlock says and he pulls his chair closer to the bed wit his foot and sits down. John moves into the room and takes the other seat. Across form him and he picks up Molly's chart and reads at it.
"Look like it was a close call, nearly punctured her lung." He says and Sherlock shoots him a look that says, shut up, and he does. "Sorry." He says and he puts the chart down and sighs.
Sherlock frowns and looks back at John and shakes his head.
"What's her name?" He asks and John sits up.
"How do you…" Sherlock arches and eyebrow and John sighs. "Never mind, her name is Mary I got her number." He says with a pleased smile and Sherlock rolls his eyes then they widen.
"Oh John not that nurse?" He says and John smiles.
"She said she met you. You don't like her?" He asks and Sherlock just sighs.
"She is bossy." Sherlock says and John smiles.
"You mean she can handle you?" He chuckles and Sherlock frowns. John sits back and smiles. "Maybe I will ask her to marry me. Any girl who can put up with you is got to be a keeper." He says and Sherlock frowns but then looks down at Molly and cannot help but smile.
Molly dreams about being at work, she dreams she is doing an autopsy on a young faceless woman. A stab victim and when she looks down at the face again she gasps and drops her scalpel when she recognises herself. She twitches violently and her eyes open. Her stomach aches and she hears muted yells. She raises her hand and a cool hand takes it. She frowns and she looks down.
"John?" She croaks and her throat burns and all the sound of the room comes flooding to her. She hears beeps and hums and the happy sigh John lets out.
"Yeah it's me, here." He says holding a glass of water up for her. She sips at it and smiles.
"Thank you." She says and she sighs. "What are you doing here?"
"Mycroft called me…" There is a loud bang and a crash and then Sherlock appears in the doorway.
"You're awake." He says happily and Molly stares between the two of them.
"You know?" She asks John and he nods as Sherlock comes around the other side of her bed.
"I know." He says and Molly frowns.
"I am so sorry."
"It's ok Molly." He says and she takes a deep breath.
"You should hate me, I wouldn't blame you."
"Well I don't, him on the other hand." Je says jerking his head towards Sherlock and she smiles when he catches him rolling his eyes.
"Yes, yes I am a despicable human." He says impatiently, "How are you Molly?" He asks.
"I have felt better." She says and he nods. She frowns at him while he pretends to look at her machines and avoids looking directly at her.
"John could you just pop to the shop I am sure Molly would like some reading material." He says and Molly frowns at John who is barely containing his laughter as he leaves. Sherlock watches him leave and Molly sighs. She knew it was all to good to be true.
"Sherlock what…" He silences her with his lips and her broken heart swells. She seriously thought something was wrong for a moment and she smiles while he kisses her nose.
"I'm sorry." He says and he kisses her again. "I am so sorry."
"Sherlock it is ok." She says before her kisses her again, "I am ok, and I am alive." She says and he pulls back frowning.
"Only just!" He exclaims and she smiles.
"I wasn't going anywhere." She says and scowls.
"You said goodbye." He says and she looks down at her lap.
"I know but I heard you come for me. I knew I would be ok then." She says and he sighs.
"Just don't do that to me again."
"I really don't intend on getting stabbed again." She says and he groans.
"I thought you were going to leave me." He says and she kisses him.
"So did I for a moment." She says and his eyes close, like he is in pain and she puts her hand on his cheek.
"You are going to be the death of me." He says and she laughs.
"Again you mean?' She says and he smiles.
"What have I got myself into?" He says and she smiles.
"I love you too."