A/N: Hi 2022 me again. There's been a dram of editing again.

These short little shots are quite fun really.

Throw My Hand on a Blade for You

Sherlock was in danger again. He was in danger a lot, and she worked out that anxiety twisting through her stomach was her sign that Sherlock needed her assistance.

Gabbling some excuse to Mike, she sprinted out of the double doors to the morgue, hurled herself up the stairs and came to a stop on the street outside the hospital. Closing her eyes, Molly oriented herself and felt Sherlock was close.

The park.

Speeding off in the direction of her favourite park she thanked heavens she neglected the slight wedged shoes she favoured in summer and gone for her trusty flats. She heard the scuffle and swearing and threw herself into the fray.

"What the fuck?!" There was a gruff voice she didn't recognise and in the semi-darkness of the evening she couldn't really tell who was who.

She fought to tear the pair apart, and she worked out the danger with the searing pain in the her palm. She swallowed the screech of pain and through her not-so-considerable weight against the second figure. She might have added a dram of magic and the weight of her wings as well, so she was pleased when the knife wielding attacker fell back in shock.

When he came back a second time, Molly's anger flared and she allowed a well-aimed kick at his genitals. There was a satisfying howl of pain from the man who fell back before trying to scramble away.

"Molly?" Sherlock grabbed hold of her as she stumbled and was most definitely aware of the strange burning in her side. "Molly stay still." He ordered, but his voice was fading, and the world was going black. She looked up at the concern on his face and smiled as she let the darkness swallow her.

"Nice try Angel but you aren't going to win this one."

"Who's there?" Molly's deaths were normally seamless into her next life, but something had given her a transition.

"You're not going to save him permanently angel, he's got too much of the dark in him, it practically calls to me." The voice that sang to her was lilting and high, it brought goose-bumps on her arms and she shivered in the pitch black that surrounded her. It didn't matter whether she opened or closed her eyes, nothing changed.

"We'll see about that." Molly said with conviction. She had spent too long saving Sherlock to allow someone else take him from her.