Bottled up inside — Chapter 11: Bang!

Dumped by her boyfriend, fired from Bart's, Molly is in a mess thanks to our detective.Will he be able to amend the state of affairs before Molly does something drastic? Read on to know. Slightly AU, post Reichenbach. Bits of Sherolly fluff. Please read and review!

'You can go first, lover boy!' she said to Sherlock handing him the gun. 'Oh wait, before we start, I want you both to say a few last words to each other. After all, you never know if you'll still be alive when the game ends' she said, winking. Sherlock gave her a deep look of disgust not unlike the one that was usually reserved for Anderson, before turning his eyes to Molly. His eyes softened, and he spoke in his low velvety voice. 'Molly, it is most unfortunate that I've to say this to you in a circumstance like this, but you must know that you're one of the most wonderful persons I've ever had the good fortune to meet. Falling for you was one of the easiest things in the world and I'm so sorry it took me so long to realise this...' he trailed off, not knowing what else to say. 'Aw how touching!' said Julia, her hand over her heart, pretending to be touched 'You next, Molly' she barked to the frightened pathologist. Molly didn't bother to look at Julia. Her eyes were fixed on the person sitting across her. She stared into his blue eyes. The love of her life. The man she'd brought back from the jaws of death. The one for whom she had waited almost six years. The detective who had finally confessed to having fallen for her. It was cruel irony, she thought, to have finally had him to herself and now risking losing him or herself forever. Two kisses and a hug was all that she would share with him, it seemed. The thought brought a lump to her throat. There was nothing else to be done. 'Sherlock, from the very first time you stepped into the morgue, I've wanted to know you more. I don't know what drew me to you but somewhere along the way, I realised that I had fallen for you. I don't know what will happen now but if one of us doesn't make it, I just want you to know that you mean the world to me. Always have and always will' her voice broke at the last word and she averted her gaze, refusing to let him see the tears that had welled up in her eyes. 'Phew. That took long enough. If you lovebirds are done, can we start now please?' drawled Julia, pushing the revolver towards Sherlock. His hand hovered over it uncertainly before he grasped it in his hand and pointed it at Julia. 'And what if I refuse to play?' he said, his voice deadly quiet. Julia merely threw her head back and laughed. Red dots appeared immediately over Sherlock and Molly's temples and Sherlock lowered the gun in surrender. 'What would you choose, Holmes? A chance or a certainty of death? Are you really as stupid as to believe that you even had a choice of whether you want to play or not? Now, be a good boy, stop wasting my time and proceed!' she said glaring at him. Sherlock shot a brief glance at Molly again before raising the gun to his head. His eyes closed and Molly felt her heart stop.A gasp escaped her. He pointed the barrel at his head and pressed down on the trigger. She turned her head sideways and squeezed her eyes shut. She couldn't bear to see. Click. Molly let out a jagged breath that she hadn't realised she had been holding. Sherlock's eyes snapped open but were completely expressionless because he knew what was to come next. 'Your turn now' said Julia calmly, beckoning him to hand over the gun to Molly. Molly didn't even think before grabbing it and raising it to her head. She looked at Sherlock once again, trying to etch each and every detail into her memory forever. Her eyes snapped shut and- Click. An empty round. It was only when Sherlock released a rough, jagged breath that she realised she was trembling…. She'd almost come millimeters close to death before escaping it narrowly. Too narrowly. Sherlock's face was a complete mask now and he said nothing before sliding the weapon to Julia. Click. She didn't even flinch when the gun attempted to fire. 'Your turn again' she said, smirking and handing the gun back to Sherlock. Molly stared at her. Julia had to be suicidal, from the way she had regarded her possible death so casually. Molly was almost certain that Julia was going to end her own life if she survived this. It didn't matter to her whether she lived or died. After her revenge on Sherlock and Molly was done, she was going to end her life. What did it matter if it was a little earlier, a little messier, than she had planned? She was sure that Sherlock had realised that the stakes of the bullet hitting either of them were too high now. There were only three rounds left. His face was determined as he reached for the gun once again. He pointed the barrel at his head and- Her hand shot out suddenly, deflecting the barrel. She wasn't sure what made her do it but the sound emitted afterwards made her blood freeze in her veins. Bang! The bullet passed so close to his head that a few of his hairs had burned. Sherlock froze and his eyes widened in shock. Even he hadn't forseen this. A mixture of relief, shock and disbelief was coursing through Molly. The bullet was gone! The game was over! They were still alive! But as expected, her happiness was quite short-lived. 'You filthy bitch' snarled Julia before stomping towards Molly and slapping her hard across the face. Pulling out another revolver, she beckoned the four armed men to come closer. 'You dared to mess with me, now pay the consequences' she said before pointing the barrel at Molly. Sherlock was struggling hard to free himself and shouting out profanities,threats, insults and whatever ran through his mind at Julia. She paid him no attention whatsoever. She loaded the revolver and pressed down the trigger in slow motion. This is it, thought Molly, looking at Sherlock with wide eyes before spotting the U shaped handle of an umbrella that had wound around Julia's hand and tugged on it, thus resulting in a gun missing its target for the second time that night.

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