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It was in the early hours of the morning, the sun not yet gearing towards rising in the sky. But somehow I could still see the world infinitely. The hills were orange and the water a lovely purple. We sloshed lazily in silence. The little red boat wading softly in the smooth waves.

"It's safe here you know," Rachel said her hand in mine. "you could stay here forever and never have to worry." It was tempting and cowardly. But I don't think I was ever brave, just stupid. And after all that had happened all I wanted to do was hide. Roach skittered around our toes, prickly antennas tickling our feet. He liked that idea.

"I'm glad you're back." I murmured not answering her subtle questions. Because I still thought of Sherlock and John and Mrs. Hudson. I did not want to be without them, Sherlock especially. I had no idea when it happened but I found that I cared for Sherlock more than I think I should. Was it love? Or just desire? Whatever it was I wanted it badly. Even if it was not fully returned.

"I was never gone." Rachel replied, bi colored eyes swirling as if someone had stirred the centers. I turned to stare at her face, so similar to mine, ignoring her crisp gown that was botched in bright crimson. "Then where did you go? I called you again and again."

"Because I hated who you became. I hated what you did." Rachel said severely her pink lips in a tight frown. "What you did, it was wrong. You knew that the whole time." It was true I thought sadly, all those people I killed I knew that it was wrong. At first it was because I was free, no meds, not a care in the world, and Moriarty accepted me. But when Rachel and Roach and even 'Q' started to fade away I realized I was becoming something else. Something that was quiet and alone. Whatever meds Jim had doused me with were entirely different from the ones I was used to. They were used as a punishment, so that I was left to face my deeds in full. More and more I longed to be completely out of touch with reality. It kept me safe. But the more out of it I was, the more Moriarty could use me to do bad things. I broke and allowed him to take advantage of my weaknesses. Although with some satisfaction I became harder to deal with and control. I lashed out at anyone who came into my room.

"Who…am I Rachel?" I asked finally, sometimes when I looked at her I wondered if she were the real me and I was the imaginary one. What if I wasn't real at all?

"You're me and I am you. We're the same but also entirely different." Rachel, my voice of reason explained. "I am THE you. You are just another you that you made up." My head itched and I could feel 'Q' clawing a little whole there. Roach ceased his mindless chittering and scurried hastily away.

"You should wake up now." Rachel mused not blinking. The serene feeling that had surrounded us was gone and I felt cold. "I'm not afraid of 'Q'." I said and it was true. 'Q' was just annoying and at times detrimental to my mental health. But I was not afraid of him.

"No Damsel. But you are afraid of me." I froze as Moriarty heaved out of my head. He grinned his usual grin when he stood before me. Black eyes wide in a crazed pleasure.

"Didn't I tell you silly?" He chuckled watching me trying to close the gap in my skull. "You will always be mine." Rachel was gone and I was alone with this monster.

"How are you here? How?!" I didn't wait for him to answer me and instead threw myself into the water, remembering I couldn't swim.

"Sherlock! Sherlock!" I shrieked, clawing clumsily through the water as I began to sink rather than swim.

"You can't run from me Damsel! You can't run from your head!" Jim howled from the boat watching my head bob underneath the water.

Sherlock Holmes

Adele shot up gasping and covered in a cold sweat. She had seemed peaceful at first so he had been content in letting her sleep, until she began to jerk in her sleep, tossing and turning with anxiety.

"Sherlock!" She cried glancing around the room in confusion and then relaxed. "It was a dream." Still Adele had not revealed what had happened during her disappearance but Sherlock did not need her to because he had already known. He admitted that he was disappointed that Adele had allowed herself to be so easily used to commit hell bound worth crimes.

"Tell me," Sherlock said, his face grave. "were you aware of what you were doing when you butchered those people?" Adele stiffened and stared at her hands in her lap.

"At first no." Sherlock was surprised at how easy it was to get the answers out of her. "But then I did it to be free. I was selfish…" She dropped off, allowing Sherlock to figure out for himself. He cocked his head, staring at the younger woman curiously. He wondered what had changed. Adele looked entirely ashamed and grieved.

Sherlock did not pity her, not one bit. It was hard to honestly. Because he had felt the full effects of her death. He was angry that he had felt those things. Because now he doubted himself, he was no longer sure or protected. Yet, as angry as he was and as scornful as Sherlock felt he wasn't sure how to act around her anymore. Adele was more fragile, less engaged, and broken. He had noticed that she spent a lot of time at the sink, muttering while scrubbing her hands raw. What was more was that she more than embraced her episodes (which were more frequent) and dotted on being lost to her world. She smoked more and he suspected she was drinking to egg on her hallucinations.

"So life became 'scary' and you chose you instead of their lives?" Adele rubbed her temples to blotch out Sherlock's voice and perhaps to soothe her hangover.

"You don't know what he's like Sherlock…he's a web. He's…he's evil. Really evil." Adele whined, erupting a fury inside of Sherlock, he stood up fast, whipping an accusing finger at Adele.

"You killed an entire family! At their dinner table!" Adele rolled onto her side, groaning. "I know!" She began to sob loudly as she recalled their cries. Sherlock resisted the urge to shake her. She needed to be strong, she needed to face her fears. He pitied her then as he watched Adele curl into a ball, shaking.

"He's coming for me Sherlock. He won't let me go…I never meant to hurt anyone. Never." She inhaled, trying to ease her sobs into silent tears, eyes wide and unblinking in fear. "I just wanted to be free. But I'd rather be in a cage than do what he made me do. They didn't deserve to die Sherlock."

Adele Banks

Sherlock's weight shifted on the bed, sitting on the edge he grasped my hand. "He won't have you. I promise." I stared at him wished to say something but found that on the inside was empty. It was times like these that I wanted my mom and wanted to hold onto her tightly. To hear her tell me that everything was alright. To say she loved me one more time. Just having her warm hand pet my hair would have brought me great relief. But it had been my decision alone to keep my family in the dark about my not being dead status. For their own good they needed to believe that I was dead. I needed to stop being selfish. If I was going to die (for real this time) then I'd die knowing I had done all I could to keep them safe.

At least you still have me. -Rachel

"Just promise me one more thing Sherlock." I whispered, feeling Sherlock's eyes on me. "Don't be the hero. Don't try to save me when I'm not worth saving. Moriarty….just get away from him has far as possible." Sherlock squeezed my hand his face strong with confidence.

"I'll be the judge of what's worth saving thanks." I felt my heart drop, then you are a fool I thought sadly, slipping back into my thoughts. This time greeted by grassy fields and yellow buttercups.

Sherlock Holmes

Adele slipped away once again to his dismay. But at least it wasn't under the influence.

"You'll get him. Won't you?" John stood in the doorway.

"I have to." Sherlock felt more than ever to be rid of Moriarty once in for all. He was positive that once the threat was over Adele could make a full recovery once more and be as she once was, whole and complete.

"Come John. We have work to do." The two men exited the room, more determined than ever to get rid of Moriarty.

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***We are drawing to a close and I will not reveal when or how. It is a 'surprise' I guess you could say. So do not ask. I've never been good at endings but I'll take my chances and feel the wrath if I must. Hopefully what I have planned will be pleasant and pleasing.***