Beauty and the Beast • Sherlolly fanfiction

XVI

Guys I did it! I actually updated!

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"Papa?" Molly whispered, stepping into her house. It was midnight by the time she arrived, due to the fact that she'd rushed and didn't stop to make camp. She fetched a glass of water from the well outside, then went back in, hoping he'd have woken up by then. Getting no answer, she called out in a louder voice. "Papa, I'm home!"

She went to his room and found him laying in bed. She smiled and approached his side, gently nudging his shoulder. "Papa, wake up."

He groaned, his eyes shutting even tighter as his features appeared disgruntled. Molly's eyes widened in worry.

"Papa, wake up!" She mustered out, dropping her glass to the floor, which emitted a sharp shattering sound. She shook his shoulder a bit, then his eyes shot wide open.

"Molly, my dear Molly!" He gasped, then immediately was engulfed into a coughing fit.

"You're ill, I'm going to get you some water." She said, trying not to cry.

"No, there's no time for that!" He held her hand, and she stayed with him. "I have to warn you, before it's too late."

"Papa, I don't understand." Molly said beside him.

"You need to stay away from him, Molly, he's a monster!"

"Who is? Papa we can talk about this later, please let me go get some help!" She cried as he fell into another violent coughing fit.

"Molly, stay away from him!" His voice went quieter and his breathing became labored. Suddenly his breath caught and he looked straight ahead, his eyes wide.

Molly started sobbing, "Look at me! You're going to be okay, you have to!"

The old man's eyes closed and he exhaled his last breath.

She stared at him a second, in shock, before she shook her head frantically. "Oh no. No. No, no, no, no!" She screamed out, sobbing. "No!"

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Molly stood by her father's gravestone, looking out into the graying sky. No doubt there was a storm coming, and a big one. But she didn't care. The one man who was always there for for. The one who provided for her, taught her, loved her. He was gone. Her father was dead.

'He's dead because I wasn't here.' She thought bitterly, biting her lip, trying not to burst into tears. 'And I wasn't here because of... him.. if Sherlock had let me go sooner, I could have helped my father before he was so far gone. If Sherlock hadn't locked either of us up in the first place. If I had just tried harder to leave, to get away from Sherlock.'

That was it. She broke down to the ground, clutching the grass around her in anguish as she cried out.

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"What gives, Jim!" Sebastian scoffed, "Yeah, some plan. Poison her father only to have Molly Hooper come right back—"

"Shut up!" Jim snapped, shoving the man disinterestedly as he turned his attention back to the woman in the distance. They lurked from far away, though still as dangerous. "Wait here."

He started walking to Molly, his dark eyes falling on her curled up figure.

"Molly," he said softly.

She looked up, then slowly picked herself up and stood. "Jim.."

He plastered on a soft smile. "Hi Molly. I've missed you."