Beneath The Skin [A Sherlolly Fanfiction]

Chapter Seven

Molly's eyes opened weakly. As soon as she was awake, she realised that Sherlock's warmth was not beside her. She struggled to find him, then realised he was in front of their mirror, fixing his hair. She smiled.

" G'morning, you," she whispered.

Sherlock smiled lightly and turned to her, walking over and sitting down. He stroked her hair gently and put one hand to her belly gently. " I'll be back soon," then he stood back up and walked out of the room.

" Wait," she climbed out of bed, " where are you going?"

Sherlock had been working on a terrorist case for a while now. A long while. And he wasn't really getting anywhere. Sherlock turned to her.

" For the groceries," he said slowly.

" I can get those," she replied.

" No. I don't want you to hurt yourself," he said, glancing at her swollen belly.

She giggled. " Fine. Off you go."

Sherlock bent down and kissed her quickly, then left the flat. Molly turned to his wall covered in information about the terrorist attack.

Without a word, she walked back to bed and flopped backwards. As soon as her head hit the pillow, se fell into a sound sleep.

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Later on, Molly and Sherlock sat on the sofa with cartons of chips on their laps. Molly munched away on them, while gasping at EastEnders at the most shocking parts, while Sherlock popped a few in his mouth and rolled his eyes at the terrible show.

Just then, there was a knock on the door and Mary burst in.

Sherlock stood up. " Mary. What's wrong?"

" Someone sent me this. At first I thought it was just a Bible thing, you know, spam, but it's not. It's a skip code." Said Mary.

Sherlock looked intently at the message as Molly stood up and walked over curiously. Molly and Sherlock read it.

Save souls now!

John or James Watson?

" First word, then every third. Save. . . John. . . Watson. . ." Sherlock deduced.

Mary pulled up the rest of the message.

Saint or Sinner?

James or John?

The more is Less?

" Saint James the Less," Sherlock said slowly, then dropped his chips. " Now!"

He raced away and so did Mary. Molly ran after them.

" Where are we going?" Mary asked frantically.

" St James the Less. It's a church. Molly, go back to the flat!"

" I'm coming!" She insisted.

Sherlock turned to her. " No."

They all pelted out into the street, Molly ignoring Sherlock's command.

" Did you drive here?"

" Yes." Mary said, pointing to her car.

" It's too slow." Sherlock complained.

" Sherlock! What are we waiting for!?" Mary yelled.

" This."

He stepped directly in front of a motorbike and held out his hand. The driver skidded to halt.

Sherlock pushed the man off his bike. " Go!" He yelled and the man stood away from him. Sherlock handed one of the helmets to Mary and she put it on, while he put on his own.

" Sherlock!" Molly snapped. " I'm coming."

" Fine," Sherlock gave in. " But not on the bike. Too dangerous. Get in your car. Saint James's Church."

Molly nodded and turned on her heels as Sherlock and Mary got on the bike and sped away. Molly hopped in her car and sped down the road.

Soon, she reached Saint James's Church and jumped out of her car, looking around for Sherlock and Molly. They weren't there yet. But then she saw the motorbike speeding towards her and waved her hands at it frantically.

The motorbike skidded to a halt and the two jumped off of it. Sherlock ran towards the fireworks party and Mary followed. Molly worriedly supported her back and jogged after them.

She stood from a distance and watched Sherlock burn his hands on the bonfire, throwing away the flaming pieces of wood until they could make out a person. Molly gasped in realisation as the two pulled John Watson out of the bonfire.

Molly ran over and they all bent around him.

Sherlock patted John's face gently. " John? John?"

Mary put her hand over her mouth and began to weep. " John! Oh my god, John!"

Molly put a hand on Mary's back and rubbed circles in it.

John's eyes opened weakly.

" Hey, John," Sherlock said softly.

John gazed blankly up at them, until his eyes clouded and he fell into a slumber.