Drowning [Johnlock]

Chapter One

"Don't touch me" The skinny woman warns, shuffling back until her back was flat against the wooden wall.

There's a moment of silence as John keeps his hand outstretched, where he'd gone to comfort the woman, possibly help her. The ship they were on, not by choice, swayed gently from side to side.

John and this woman were the only ones here, below deck, and John could hear the heavy footsteps of the crew above them. The crew that had ambushed him and his friends, killing them all but throwing him down here.

He was thankful in a way. Despite grieving for his friends, there was a part of him that was glad they'd spared him. Whatever the reason.

"Why can't I touch you?" John questions, dropping his hand and stopping his thoughts from wondering too far.

The small woman, dressed in a dirty torn pink dress, smiles at the question and shakes her head as if to say 'Oh, you poor man, you're not going to survive long'

"If you touch me, the Captain will throw you over board or shoot you in the head"

John's bruised and bloodied face lights up in understanding "You're his.. mistress?"

He didn't know what the term was for woman like her. He didn't want to call her a sex slave, despite that being spot on for describing what she was. He didn't have the heart to be so blunt, and for all he knew there may be more. She could be this Captain's, whom he hasn't had the pleasure of meeting yet, lover and she was only down here because the crew were dogs.

Her face scrunches up in disgust. "I suppose that is one way to word it, yes"

John nods, giving her a sympathised smile "I'm sorry you've had to go through that"

"Oh, I wouldn't apologise, Doctor Watson. They'll have plan for you and trust me, it will be far worse then what I've, as you put it, had to go through" She gives another one of those smiles, one that said she doubted his survival.

John frowns, confused as to how she knew his occupation. He'd been screaming before, demanding to be let go, and a crew member, the second in command John guessed, had ask his name. That explains how she knew Watson. Not the Doctor part, though.

"Considering where I was taken from, a Royal Navy ship, and I never said so, how the hell do you know I'm a doctor?" He raises an eyebrow.

The woman smiles again, far more mysterious this time and she stays silent. She pushes her once light, now dark from dirt, hair from her face and behind her ear.

It takes a few more moments for John to realise that she's not going to answer.

"Will you tell me your name, then?" John asks, ignoring the ever present footsteps above them.

"Molly" She replies, eyes flashing to the trap door two seconds before it opens.

The darkened room floods with light, causing John eyes to burn, and a figure slowly makes his way down. Like you see in the movies, first the man descending the stairs was only a pair of heavy boots, then he was boots and dirty trousers, then eventually he had shoulders and a neck.

Finally he was stood at the bottom of the steps, all of his body visible in the beam of the light from on deck. John returns the stare of the man he'd previously been arguing with. As far as pirates go, he had a relatively soft face but everything else about him was cold and hard. Especially his eyes.

"Captain wants to see you. Both of you" He speaks, only looking at Molly as he says the last three words.

Molly stands immediately and makes her way towards him. The pirate steps back, giving her more then enough room to ascend the stairs. She wasn't lying about no one being able to touch her.