Sherlolly Oneshots

Done For P2

Yeah you didn't have to wait that long lol. Enjoy!

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Her time is running out, Peter Pan. Sure you don't need some pixie dust?

Sherlock stared at his phone, blinking. The text had come from an unknown number, but the text itself was even more confusing.

"Pixie dust?" John's voice snapped Sherlock out of his thoughts and he slowly shook his head. "What do you think they mean?"

"If I had to guess, I'd say a cure." John fell silent and Sherlock grimaced.

"A cure?" His voice sounded strangled, "you think they're hurting her?"

Sherlock paused, taking in the realization. He felt a boiling anger rush through his veins and his frosty eyes narrowed. "Not if I can help it."

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Molly's body was floating. Alive, but barely. She managed to stay on top of the water that poured in her prison but she knew it wouldn't be long before the chain on her foot prevented her from staying afloat.

Molly felt her eyes slowly close and she wondered how easy it would be to just let go. Was it worth it even more? The icy cold water provided little comfort and the pain that shot through her head still flared ferociously.

With a shaky sigh Molly closed her eyes and began to count her breaths.

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"Where are we?" John whispered to Sherlock as he looked around the dark warehouse.

"An abandoned sewage maintenance factory," Sherlock answered, his gun out.

John copied his action, muttering, "I didn't even know that was a thing."

"It's Moriarty, John. I can feel it." John looked at Sherlock in bewilderment, but the detective's narrowed gaze wandered around the empty warehouse.

"It can't be. He's dead."

"It couldn't be anyone else."

"Why?"

Sherlock turned to John, his eyes blazing. "Because he made the mistake. Molly was his mistake. Don't you understand? This is all about him correcting the mistake he made at the fall." Sherlock was practically screaming now and John narrowed his eyes at the gun that was now pointed directly at him. Sherlock took a shaky breath as his eyes fell towards the gun. Slowly he lowered it, only to point it in a different direction.

"Be rational, Sherlock. You said it yourself. He blew his brains out that day, there's no way he could have survived that."

Sherlock shook his head, muttering under his breath. Suddenly there was a click from behind them and both Sherlock and John whipped around, guns raised at the dark figure behind them.

"Lower your guns." That voice. Sherlock felt his breath hitch in his throat.

"A- Adler? You're behind this?"

"Not behind this, Sherlock," her voice hissed through the darkness, "just a pawn. The one who's behind this has decided she's seen enough."

Sherlock's eyes narrowed, he didn't lower his gun, "who has seen enough of what?"

In the darkness Irene grinned. She lowered her gun, however neither Sherlock nor John followed suit. She pulled a vial from her pocket and rolled it to the boys, who eyed it cautiously.

"There's your pixie dust," Sherlock was down and had snatched it before she got another word out, "she's in the warehouse basement." Irene turned around, the click of her heels echoing through the warehouse. Before she left Irene peered behind her shoulder, eyeing Sherlock and John whose weapons were still raised and pointed towards her.