Reconciliation — Chapter 15: All done

When Sherlock left London, John and his identity behind, so did Molly. But destiny can be cruel at times, throwing things from your past at you when you'd rather make a fresh start. Eventual Sherlolly, Post Reichenbach. Please read and review!

Panic rose inside her like a many headed monster, devouring her insides and making her feel sick. The note was clutched tightly in her hand and her mind was reeling from shock. Moran had him. She had not the slightest idea about his whereabouts. She didn't have Mycroft's number. In fact, for the moment, there was pretty much nothing she could do. After quite a few minutes of mindless panicking, her phone rang. Her heart jumped into her mouth as she brought the phone to her ear with trembling hands. It was an unknown number but she knew exactly who was calling. 'Hello?' she whispered. Beads of perspiration had already started to appear on her forehead and her heart was thumping against her ribs so hard that it hurt. 'Molly Hooper' said the voice at the other end. 'Y-yes?' she stammered. 'Come find him. Let's end this once and for all, shall we?' said Moran snidely before hanging up. She stared blankly at the wall not knowing what to do. He could be anywhere. He had Sherlock. And she had no clue where to go. Her text alert went off just then. It was a picture message from the same number. It was a picture of her favourite band, Bullet for my valentine. She stood up so quickly that the mobile phone clattered to the floor. In one fluid motion, she stripped off her lab coat and ran to the street to catch a cab to Sullivan Hall. She reached her destination in a mere ten minutes and threw some change at the cabbie before rushing into the unlit hall. A solitary yellow lamp glowed, nowhere enough to provide light but instead throwing sinister shadows on the the dark wallpaper. At first sight, she thought she was alone and dread filled her as she thought she had come to the wrong place but then the floodlights turned on suddenly and she held up a hand against the blinding white light. What on earth was happening? 'Sherlock?' she called out once but there was no response. Instead the lights went off again. The tiny yellow bulb was the only light source and since her pupils had constricted thanks to the bright light, she could see almost nothing. 'Sherlock?' she called out again, her voice trembling. 'Patience, Miss Hooper. He'll be here soon' said a voice from behind her and she yelped in surprise, turning around so fast that her hair whipped out and hit her face. 'What d'you mean? He's with you isn't he?' she said hoarsely. The man, Sebastian Moran, smiled so that his teeth were visible through his thick moustache. Unlike the Westwood suits that Moriarty used to wear, he was dressed more casually in khakis and an untucked button down. His stance and manner literally screamed 'ex military' and she could see the silhouette of a revolver in his pocket. 'Where is Sherlock?' she shouted at him. Rage was setting in now, and she could feel the frustration of the whole messed up situation with Sherlock and Jim leaked out of her after months of suppressing it. 'Didn't I tell you he would be here soon? Come on now. Surely you don't think me clever enough to kidnap the great Sherlock Holmes? I have no shame admitting it. I am more brawn than brain. Jim was the thinker, not me. Speaking of which' his eyes suddenly shone with a maniacal glint ' what have you done to him and where is he? You did have a good time with him, didn't you?' He seized her by her arms and she winced at the strength of the iron grip that would surely leave bruises on her skin. 'It was simple, really, getting you two here. Tell one that the other has been kidnapped and they'll come running to save each other. How pathetic ' he spat in disgust but Molly wasn't listening. What the hell had she done? She had walked into a trap without even pausing to think! She should have checked to see if Sherlock was really with Moran or not! 'Tell me, Miss Hooper, how is it that you managed to distract Jim so much that he sometimes forgot about his work? Why is it that he asked me to spare your life when I had snipers assigned to shoot Dr Watson, DI Lestrade and Mrs Hudson? And don't give me the crap about being insignificant to Mr. Detective. he would have never come all the way to Dublin if that was true' he muttered angrily, shaking her with every sentence. 'Tell me, Molly, what is it that both of them see in you? Why is it that Jim became Rich just for you and why is it that Sherlock is going to come here to save you any minute now? What is so special about you? The longer you talk' he said pushing her into a chair before adding softly, 'the longer your Sherlock stays alive'. At that moment she didn't care that the man standing in front of her was at least twice her size and at least a foot taller. She didn't care that he had a revolver in his pocket. She didn't care about anything except for how Sebastian Moran had singlehandedly managed to mess up her life so badly. All she wanted to do was to run at Moran and punch the hell out of him, hurt him till he bled, not caring how much she got hurt in return. He must have sensed what was going on because he held up his hands in front of him in mock surrender. 'Now, now, Molly. Don't be as impulsive as always. You know you really don't stand a chance against me. One snap and I'd break your neck. Where's the fun in that? Let's wait for our detective, shall we?' Her breathing was laboured and her hands were itching to wind around his neck and choke him to death. Impulsive as always, she thought bitterly, not caring in the least about how much stronger he was than her. 'Do it then!' she spat at him 'Kill me! Do it right now! Why do you want to wait for Sherlock? Do you really believe he will turn up, just to save me? That is rubbish. I mean nothing to him. I never have and I never will! I am only a tool for him, a way to get body parts, to get his cultures analysed and later to fake his death! As for Jim, you know he only used me to get to Sherlock. I never meant anything to either of them. Especially Sherlock' her voice broke and a few tears leaked out of her eyes. Admitting it in front of him made it ten times worse. These were things that she knew were true but to voice them aloud, it was like shredding every hope of hers to pieces. She took a deep breath and continued. 'That is your answer, Sebastian Moran. There is nothing special about me. They both see nothing in me. I mean nothing to Sherlock. The only person i did care about is now somewhere far beyond my reach because of you. We both know that he is not Jim Moriarty. Richard Brook is a totally different person and it is not possible to turn him into Jim again. One person I care about and then he is taken away from me without even a warning and Sherlock, for whom I did everything, I risked my career, moved to Dublin loathes me because I got involved with a man who was once his arch enemy...If this is what I'm going to get after saving his life, I don't want it! I don't give a damn about any of this now!' she yelled and then stopped suddenly as another dark shadow loomed into the eerie yellow light and a gun shot rang out. She closed her eyes in fear at the sound and when she opened them, she saw Sebastian Moran face down on the floor with his head in a pool of blood. The next thing she knew, she was pulled up by a pair of strong arms. The relief that it was all over was too overwhelming for her and she broke down in his arms, sobbing her heart out. He merely stroked her hair, pulling her closer till his presence calmed her down. 'Come with me to London. It's all over now' he murmured into her hair. Her breath caught and she pulled away, a fire blazing in her eyes. 'No. I am not coming back with you to London' she said determinedly.

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