My Thoughts Exactly (sherlolly fanfiction)

Unforgivable

The cab pulled into the address on Shekock's phone. Mary and Molly must be inside; they had arrived at the pool where Moriarty first revealed himself to John and Sherlock.

John threw a small wad of bills at the cabbie and caught up to Sherlock, who had already left the cab and was making his way towards the entrance.

"What if its a trap?" John implored.

"Guess theyve got us then, hm?" Sherlock smirked at John's determined expression and turned towards the door. He pushed it open slightly to scan the area of bombs or any detonators to realise that they were safe for the time being. A loud scream erupted from the other side of the building that gurgled with the sound of blood in someones throat. John was frightened because he knew, deep down, that Marys voice was being drowned out. Not Mollys.

"SHERLOCK. WE NEED TO HURRY!?!" John whispered urgently. "I CANT LOSE HER!" Sherlock noded and shushed him. Ushering him to follow quietly behind him.

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"Why are we here, Jim? Of all places." I stood outside the cab now, with Mary, and two mysterious looking men that had arrived behind us in another car.

"Oh, Molly, dear. Sentiment. This is all sentimental... you shoukd know better than anyone why we are here..." Moriarty grinned widely but there was a sadness in his eyes.

"You first met Sherlock as yourself here. Where he went to kill you. Where John offered to sacrifice himself. It all happened here... but why are WE here? Mary and I?" I was growing impatient, after knowing Sherlock so long, he had started rubbing off on me and I was growing tiresome.

"Ms. Hooper. You warned Sherlock that you were in danger. I dont know how but I am sure you did. Therefore Im going to dispose of to-be Mrs. Watson, then me and you can ave our life together, properly. Without any 'distractions'." He quoted the word distractions; hinting at my life. Sherlock, work, friends, and family. "Get back in the car, Molly. If you dont, Ill kill Mary. If you listen, ill only hurt her. Your choice."

"Oh go on Molly. Ill be fine. Really. Im sure the boys have figured out that were in danger. Especially, your clever boyfriend." Mary had tears streaming down her rosy cheecks as she pulled me tightly into a hug. Before she could pull away, I whispered into her ear.

"Be careful. Try to not get hit in the stomach... you'll lose the babies. I love you." Mary stood still where I left her, with the two henchmen. She was shocked and was dry heaving slightly as I pulled away from her.

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"Everything is fine." The bulkier man of the two walked towards Mary and smacked her in the face, with the rounder man punching her in the ribs. She winced but didnt show as much pain as them seem to have wanted. The bulky one grabbed her by her pixie hair and dragged her into the swimming pool to the far end of the building where her screams of pain could be muffled the most. They punched and kicked in numerous places causing Mary to cry out in pain with each blow. She carefully maneuvered so her uterus and stomach werent ever hit, but she was begining to lose conscienceness after many blows to the head. She couldnt fight anymore and began to slip into dream world. The round one stomped on her stomach, emitting one final drawn out scream of horror and pain, and she blacked out.

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John and Sherlock had come up behind the henchmen and fought them away from Mary's lifeless body. Sherlock locked the round man in a headlock to cause him to pass out. John was inraged and began hitting the bulky man until he was rendered unconcious also.

"Mary... Mary no. Mary please no. You cant be dead. Please dont be dead." John muttered in the corner of the room as Sherlock checked Mary over for major breaks or loss of blood or even head trauma.

"She isnt dead. She has three brokens ribs on the left side and two on the right. She has severe blunt force head trauma, and I suspect a broken kneecap. But otherwise she is fine. Maybe a little PTSD but that is cureable... She lucky we got here when we did... or something couldve gone horribly-"

"Sherlock just this once. Shut up. Please. Just help me get her outside where its warmer and it has better lighting. I want to check her over for any sort of bruising and such." John, with Sherlock's help, brought Mary outside near where their cab had been parked. She was breathig regularly now even though you could see the pain it caused her with every breath.

"Ill call an ambulance for her. I need to find Molly." Sherlock kissed Mary forehead, the area that seemed the least bit damaged and started off down the road. But John called him back.

"Wait for me. Ill give her to the technicians and help you... not alone. You arentdoing this alone." John kept shaking his head.

"You are staying here. With Mary. I can take care of myself, I'm a grown man. Honestly, John." He patted his shoulder and continued to walk down the road, away from Mary and John.