A Study on Sherlock

Chapter 5

        Alex looked closer at her attacker and felt fear in her heart.

"Your dead. You died and you went through with the plan. How can you be alive?"

"Well you and your ordinary mind wouldn't understand."

"Try me."

         The attacker came closer to Alex's ear, but than started towards her neck. Alex couldn't hold in her moans and she grabbed the man's sheet. To relief it was actually Sherlock. She pushed him away and started to breath heavily. Was she starting to see and hear things? Did she see Him or was it all a image in her head? 

"Stay the fuck away from me."

        Alex walked out the door in a frustration with anger pouring out of her ears. She needed to be alone because she was breaking. S l o w l y. 

        Her fears were becoming real and she was losing it. She needed to be free from all this. She needed to talk to someone. She needed to tell someone what's happening to her. She caught a taxi and called the only other person who could understand this. Molly.

"Alex?"

"Molly, I can't do it. I just can't."

"Did he -"

"NO!!!! He was there, but not there. He somehow projected Himself onto Sherlock. Molly, I think I might die soon."

"No. He rescued us both. He wouldn't do that."

"He's a psychopath Molly. How the hell do you know if He will or won't"

"Because He died Alex. He couldn't do that."

"But you were there Molly. You knew about Sherlock, so you may know about Moriarty."

"Talk to me when you get to my flat."

        The anger and bitterness in Molly's voice showed Alex that she was pissed. Alex hung up the phone and saw the cabbie eyeing her down.

"Hey asshole, I'm not paying ya to fantasize about me fucking you. Eyes on the dam road."

        The man shrugged and went back to focusing on the road. Alex sighed and slowly relaxed for the taxi ride.

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        Alex stood in front of Molly's door. She waited there with her head down and hands in her jacket pockets. As soon as the door opened, Alex stared at Molly with wide eyes.

"Alex..."

"Molly, is he back?"

"No. If he was, we'd be notified about it and you of all people should know that by now."

"Yes, but he doesn't really like to keep us in the loop. You know how he is with his secrets and plot twists."

"Plot twists?"

"I've been reading some American books, okay?"

"Okay."

        Alex smiled as she walked into Molly's flat. Molly looked at her friend with confusion.

"What the hell was that about Alex?"

"Nothing, but we need to come up with a plan."

"Should we include Mary?"

"No, she's pregnant and she left that life behind. I don't want to be the one who get's her back into it."

"Good. We need to be prepared for anything. Even if that means faking each other's death or actually killing each other."

"Oh I just love those options."

        The girls sat on chairs and faced each other. They spent the entire night coming up with a battle plan. No one would know about this, but them. It was their secret that they would take to the grave. Literally