Counting - A Sherlolly FanFiction

Chapter 11

Sherlock's POV

The cab was taking too long.

Thoughts of Molly's bloody body lying lifeless on the cold, hard ground spun around in my head and I eventually couldn't take it anymore.

"Hurry up, will you!"

I shouted, rather rudely at the taxi driver, but then at this point I couldn't here Johns voice in my mind telling me to behave, all I could here were the helpless whimpers of my pathologist.

"Calm down sir, we're here,"

I quickly payed him and jumped out of the cab. I felt no need for a big, dramatic entrance, these past few weeks have been dramatic enough. I dared not ring the bell, and strolled in as if I owned the place.

"Ah Mr Holmes, how nice of you to join me, or as I should say, us,"

Moriarty slipped out of his place in the darkness of the shadows, and his face came into the light. His evil smirk sat on his face, the one face I have never been able to read. Except from the woman standing next to him. Irene Adler, followed him as a companion.

Red lipstick smudged; hair slightly messy dress pulled up on the right side; red marks on neck.

"I see you found yourself some entertainment, Moriarty,"

"Oh Sherlock, Miss Adler sure does keep me entertained, as we both know, but your Molly Hooper, now she was a grade A goldfish,"

I winced at the word was. Past tense. I knew it.

"If you have laid a finger on my Mol-"

"YOUR MOLLY?!? HA. Wait till you see her Sherlock, wait till you see what I have done with your booooorrrrrring old Molly,"

The sound of heels caused me to turn around and see petite figure was descending the staircase. I saw her.

Molly's POV

Descending stairs in heels had become an easy task for me now, so I didn't concentrate on anything else but the beautiful man standing in the hallway.

"Molly, dear, an old friend has payed a visit,"

Sherlock gawped at me as my heels clicked slowly along the marble floor. He looked..... well he looked as if a bomb had just exploded right in front of him.

"M-M-M-Molly, is that you?"

My deep purple dress hugged my curves and ran down to the floor, the slight train dragging behind me, my hair was in curls and my light pink lipstick made my lips look bigger, and the dress made my breasts look bigger. Two things that Sherlock had pointed out as my flaws 5 years ago.

"Yes, Sherlock,it's me Molly,"

His expression turned from that of shock to anger as he turned to face Moriarty and spat at him,

"What have you done with her? What have you done with my Molly?"

His words stung my, a bee piercing my heart.

"What on earth do you mean? New, no, improved, oh yes. I am hurt that you do not appreciate my long hours of work, this new found confidence and gorgeous looks didn't just magically appear you know,"

Irene replied, walking up so that she was now face to face with Sherlock, before winking and walking back to her master.

"You see Sherlock, you love the most boring people, just look at what I transformed her into,"

A single tear slid down Sherlock's cheeks as he shook his head, refusing to look at her.

"LOOK,"

Sherlock turned slowing, walking up so close to me that his jagged breaths fanned  my face.

"It really is me, Sherlock, I've changed no doubt, but it's still me, your same old Molly,"

I looked up at him hopefully, hoping that he'd see through this alluring disguise and realize that deep down I am the same old Molly.

"How do I take my coffee?" Sherlock asked, with a saddened expression.

"Excuse me?" I asked, confused as to why he had just asked such a random question.

"The same Molly, would remember insignificant details like that, every insignificant detail about the man that she was so obviously in love with, so I shall ask you again, how do I take my coffee?"

Was? Was? How does he not realize that I am still in love with him.

"Black, two sugars,"

His eyes softened and his pulled my into his embrace and spun me around the room, whilst I squealed in delight to be back in the arms of the man I am in love with.

"I don't mean to interrupt this little reunion, but i have things to do, people to kill so if we could just get to the point then I would be very grate-"

Moriarty was stopped, when everyone turned their attention to the click of a gun, from none other that Irene.

"Now boys, I am sick of your fighting,"

She walked into the middle of them both constantly switching the aim of the gun from person to person.

"I could end this right now, kill you both, end this god awful war and walk out of here with Molly, and carry on living as the fierce women we both are,"

My heart sank, at the thought that I almost had Sherlock again and now this one dominatrix is getting in the way.

"But that would be no fun,"

BANG. 

The gun had been shot once. 

The ring in the air was the only thing that was heard until a body fell limp to the ground.

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