Welcome, those who don't hate me yet, to the final installment of my angst fest.
Don't own, would hate.

xXx

I would love to be able to say that Sherlock and John were together at last, that it all turned out OK, but I'd be lying.

Mycroft died of a drug overdose after being locked in depression for 3 years.

Harriet died of alchohol poisoning after the same.

Mike was shot by an assasin and died on scene.

Lestrade was poisoned and died before doctors could administer the cure.

Mrs Hudson died in a gas explosion.

And they were lost in the dark for all eternity.

This is the final note of Molly Hooper, for they are coming for me as well. Did you really think that this wasn't planned? That this wasn't chance? Did you really think the Moriarty would die unavenged? All those that discovered the truth have been killed, and I am next. Goodbye.

oOo

"There you are, my dear." He crooned in my ear. "That wasn't so hard now, was it? Now, one last step." the maniac said to me with a smile.

"You monster!" I spat, before stepping off and falling off the hospital roof. Because when a lunatic say he'll kill your family if you don't do what he says, he will.

The wind whistled around my ears as I sobbed, because this time there was no Sherlock to save me, no Mrs Hudson to invite me over for tea after I abandoned the orange blanket, no Mycroft to remind me to keep an eye on his brother and say how sorry he was for what I had to do, no Lestrade to distract me from what could have been my death, no John to check me over for the third time that day and say, 'What are friends for?'.

No-one would know the fate of Molly Hooper except the madman on the roof and the last faithful lost in the dark, forever searching for her lonely-love - replacement-aunt - borrowed-brother - adopted-uncle - only-friend. Because she didn't matter, and no-one really cared.

xXx

Please don't kill me! Rage at me all you want (feel free to leave a review detailing how much you hate me for this) but I don't want to have to regenerate again! And I would just like to point out that you didn't need a heart anyway- or is Sherlock the only person that can survive without one? And yes, I am being possessed by Moriarty (even though he isn- sorry, this comment has been deleted due to extreme spoilers for anyone who hasn't seen series 3 (like me)).

:'3