A/N: 2022 edits again! This is another short and snappy one, and apparently 2015 me deleted a chapter. Oops.
Jump in Front of Train for You
"Sherlock, these tracks are live, and there is a one due any minute." John's frustration with his best friend was evident in his tone, but he was dismissed with a wave of the other man's hand.
"Just stay in the centre, if you go for the edges you'll get caught." Sherlock muttered, with his eyes trained on the tracks ahead of him.
A serial killer ordinarily made Sherlock jovial, but they were passed that stage. This one had taken seven lives, and Sherlock was unhappy that he wasn't certain on who it was, or how half of the murders had occurred. They all just centred on the Circle line, which intersected with nine other lines. There was always a tube link somewhere in the murder, even the small sticker on the shoes of the last victim, or the folded map in the pocket of the fourth victim. It had taken three hours in his mind palace to place the common factor between the seven, and Sherlock was grumpy.
He was so grumpy in fact he didn't notice John hesitating and stepping to the middle, he didn't hear the rumble of the train getting louder, and he only just heard the noise of someone sprinting at him full steam and push him out of the way. He looked up in time to see Molly Hooper braced as the screeching train hit her with full force.
"Molly!" He cried, looking at her lifeless body as the train finally juddered to a halt. He ignored the driver's shouting and cursing, he only saw her broken form, colour and life leeching away from the woman who had just saved his life. Again. She was the One That Didn't Matter as far as his enemies had been concerned, now she very much mattered and it seemed too late for sentiments.
"Did you think you could save him angel?"
"I wish I'd known what you were." Molly spat at the face illuminated before her. She and James hovered in the transition period, where James Moriarty now waited. He loved to rile up the angel every time she floated through.
"You will not win him angel, he's mine" The maniac hissed and was surprised when she smirked.
"You're sounding rather jealous James" Her smile widened as his features twisted in a scowl, but she felt the tug of the next life and quirked a brow as the darkness faded.
"Until next time and I'll deal with you personally." His warning was faint, but she heard it.