A Look Through Time // Sheriarty Short AU

revolution

After James and I found Molly, all we wanted to do was smile and take her home, but this being such a huge incident, I still had some things to take care of. James gladly took Molly home as I'll be staying behind. Molly was traumatised by what happened that she didn't want James or I to leave her...

So James will be staying with us for a while.

The cab arrived at the police station and I said goodbye, kissing both of them on the forehead. I don't want to spend anymore time away from any of them, so I want to make this quick. But I doubt that it will be as quick as I would like it to be. It's going to be confusing. It's going to be complicated. It's going to be crazy. Because now I have to have a word with my ex.

When the police found Molly, she was locked in the back of Irene's car whilst Irene and her boyfriend went and got chips. Apparently she was screaming and crying and begging for someone to let her out! Suddenly an oldish woman went to try and help her, and called it in. Thank God she did, otherwise I would have never found my little girl! The police soon arrived on the scene and arrested Irene and her boyfriend and got molly out of the car and took her to the station. I feel so awful for my little Molly. Such an awful event happened to her and it's going to take her time to get adjusted to, but James and I will be there for her every step of the way.

Once the cab drove off, I paced back inside the police station angrily, wanting so desperately to run into the holding cell Irene was in and slit her throat where she sat. The police officer waited for me beside the door and once he had spotted that I'd returned, he unlocks the door with the alarm, and he leads me to her. Technically I shouldn't be allowed to see her, as I could cause harm to her or some other illegal shmegal. Let's just say that I was very persuasive. He leads me through the maze of corridors, turning lefts, rights, ups and downs until we finally reached the door where Irene was being held. Her boyfriend, who is still unnamed, is being held in the room next door, but he isn't worth my time.

But she is.

The police officer graciously opens the door for me, and I see Irene sitting with her back straight and her legs crossed on a silver, metal chair. Her hands are handcuffed to a loop attached to the table in front of her, so she won't be able to move or cause harm to me whilst I'm in there. If that's a reason as to why she's handcuffed, then in reality, I should be handcuffed too. Oh the things I've imagined doing to her these past hours... I walk slowly inside the sealed cage, noticing a mirror behind where my seat is placed: that is where the police officer will keep tabs on me. I pull back the chair, the loud scrape of the legs on the floor making my body cringe. The room is silent. I sit down. I look at her in the eyes for the first time in years. She refuses to look at me. She just stares at her hands laid in front of her.

"Look at me." I say in a monotonous voice. The sudden booming sound of my voice in the eerily silent room makes shivers run down her spine. She's scared. She should be.

"I said look at me." My voice raises in volume, catching her off guard. She looks at me. She looks straight into my eyes. Brown meets blue. She is full of fake sympathy and fake melancholy eyes which makes me feel nauseous. Did she really believe that the sympathy act would help her make me forgive her in some Way? Is she really that unbelievably Ludicrous? I laugh breathlessly to myself, her act being to much to bare.

"Really?"

"What?"

"Do you really think I believe this act you're Playing?" I slam my hands on the table, and she flinches backwards, the chains of her handcuffs rattling.

"Why are you even here?" She tries to change the subject.

"Oh no no no missy. I'm the one who'll be asking the questions." I stand up and lean over the table, anger boiling my skin, making it hot to the touch. She sits in silence.

"Why are you here?" She laughs quietly to herself.

"What, I'm not allowed in London? I'm not allowed to see our daughter?"

"She is not your daughter anymore Irene! You gave up that right when you left us! She doesn't even want you in her life, so why you'd go kidnap her I have no fucking clue. You're fucking insane Irene! "

"You know what's fucking insane? Having molly grow up with two fathers rather than the proper way of 1 father and 1 mother. Yeah, I heard about you and that bookshop guy! I thought you got over your 'bisexuality' long ago!"

"What the fuck has gotten into You! 'Got over my bisexuality'? That's not something I get over Irene. That's who I am and who cares that Molly is being brought up by 2 dads? It's better having two dads who love her than having 1 dad who loves her and a mum who abandoned Her!"

She sits in silence.

"I didn't want to leave you two." I laugh harshly in her face.

"Then why did you? We were happy together Irene, why did you suddenly Leave?"

"Because it was too good to be true. My life was going perfectly. I needed something to go wrong. I felt lost." I grow silent at her words and I fold my arms around my chest and pace the room.

"So you went and fucked another man. Who is he anyway?"

"His name's Luke. He makes me happy."

"And we didn't?" She grows silent again.

"I was very happy with You. I loved you Sherlock. I truly did with all of my heart. And I loved molly and I wanted her back. I knew you wouldn't give her up so I took the necessary actions to get her."

"You beat up my neighbour."

"Like I said: necessary actions." I sigh violently through my nose. We stay in silence again.

"I loved you Irene."

"I loved you too."

"But it was too good to be true, Hey?" I smile sadly to myself, feeling myself well up. "Goodbye Irene. You're going to be locked up for a long time. Think of me while you're in there." She stays silent. I walk slowly towards the door and I knock on the metal. The door screeches open. I begin to walk out...

"Don't forget me."

The door closes.

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I enter 221B Baker Street, quietly closing the black door behind me. I sigh aloud, the events of today finally being relieved from my body. My body doesn't feel as tense, although a deep tissue massage would be nice. I wonder if James is any Good? I knock quietly on Mrs Hudson's flat door, but I receive no answer. I smile sadly to myself, thinking of the state that she was in. I should really apologise for my behaviour.

I walk slowly up the creaking stairs, memories of James and I crying coming back to memory. The memory will forever haunt me. I'm just going to have to learn to live with it.

I enter the flat to see Molly curled up on my armchair, cuddling her favourite dinosaur teddy in her chicken onesie. Of course James put her in it. I smile at the sweet view in front of me, over joyed with the thought of Molly safe and sound. I tiptoe towards the armchair, and I crouch down, taking in the beautiful view of my sleeping daughter. I stroke her blonde curls in between my fingers and I lightly kiss her forehead.

"Hey." I hear James whisper from behind me. I turn my head to see him holding a hot mug of tea and wearing my dressing gown. It's quite adorable actually. I stand up and I walk over to him, taking him into a heartfelt hug. Too much has happened today. I let go of him and he places his mug down on the coffee table.

"How was it?" He wraps his arms around my waist, a concerned frown upon his face.

"Hard. There's just so much history there, but the woman in that cell was not the woman I used to know." He smiles sadly at me, and places a small peck on my lips.

"Everything's okay now. We're all okay now."

Hey Guys! So this is the last chapter!

I'm obsessed with the new beauty and the beast film! I'm legit trash. I learnt all the songs and Gaston and LeFou are my actual babies.

Hope you enjoyed this Fanfiction!

-darcie