Wow, so here we are with the final chapter. It's going to be weird not having this fic ticking along in the background of my mind. I've loved writing it though. As I've said before it's given me the ability to explore themes and occurrences that I just wouldn't be able to do in my normal Sherlolly writings.

Thank you all for taking this journey with me and I hope that the ending is a fitting one.

Thank you also to my friend and companion on this journey, Lilsherlockian1975 she has been a sounding board and an inspiration as I wrote this and I'd like to take this opportunity to thank her xxx.

Enough of me though, let's pick up where we left off.

Chapter 29 - Endings and Beginnings

Even as she flung herself at Moriarty's front Sherlock lunged, in a coordinated move, to hold his arms behind his back just long enough that Molly managed to wrap her hands around his neck. He saw her face morph and knew his own had as well as he battled to hold to Jim's arms long enough to allow Molly to kill him. Jim had let out a roar and a string of swear words until his voice had been cut off by Molly's hands.

His own muscles were straining and aching as he fought to hold on but he was losing the battle. Jim was so much older and stronger than he was and his arms were gradually moving up as he started to twist his body so he could pull himself out of Sherlock's grasp. He knew that if they couldn't do this themselves that Mycroft's people would move in but they had so wanted to enact their own revenge on this man. He had caused them so much agony and pain and he had to be stopped.

Just as his muscles gave out there was another scream of rage from Molly and a sickening cracking noise and for one awful moment Sherlock thought that they had failed...that Molly had been hurt or worse killed but then Jim's body slumped and at the same time there was a thud as his decapitated head hit the floor. The weight of Jim's body caused him to collapse onto the floor with the lifeless corpse landing on top of him and he blinked in surprise as he realised that Molly had somehow managed to rip Moriarty's head clean off.

He pushed himself out from under the dead man feeling his blood oozing over him as he did and he scrambled to his feet eager to reach Molly. She seemed to be in a state of shock as she stood looking down on the scene. Her face was ashen, blood dripping from her hands and covering her top but as she looked at him he saw a look of pure relief in her eyes. He had never seen her looking more stunning!

He was about to ask her how she was when she launched herself at him wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist as she kissed him bruisingly hard. He staggered back a little under her attack until he found his balance and then his arms returned her embrace feeling the warm, wet blood from her hands on his neck. Her tongue was in his mouth and she was devouring him and he couldn't stop the vampiric side of his nature from rearing up and meeting her half way. He felt his face change once again and his teeth lengthen as he surged forwards until her back hit the wall allowing him to use his hands to start to rip at her clothes rather than having to hold her up.

As he broke off the kiss and tore at her top she sank her teeth into his neck and he groaned at the erotic sensation of feeling her taking his blood. His hips rocked against her and his cock felt painfully hard and all he wanted was to sink his teeth into her at the same time as he plunged himself inside her. He let out a string of swear words and when Molly released his neck he kissed her once more tasting his own blood mixed with Jim's on her lips and in her mouth.

He turned them and in one fluid move he swept the food plates off the kitchen table and lay Molly onto it pulling away only long enough to pull her trousers and pants from her as she removed what was left of her top. Her body was smeared with Jim's blood and Sherlock couldn't resist tasting it, literally consuming his old adversary; physically relishing their victory over him. His own hands were covered in blood and left trails and streaks wherever he touched her and he knew it was the same for her. She had managed to remove his shirt and was busy pulling at the fastenings of his trousers as he sank his own teeth into her breast.

It was the first time he had tasted her blood since she had turned and he found himself groaning and gasping at the blissful taste. She still tasted of Molly but there was so much more layered on top. He could taste her arousal, feel how much she wanted him. He found himself eager to drink her as she came so he could experience it with her and her with him.

The he felt her wet, blood soaked hand wrap around him and he couldn't help but move his hips back and forth as he jerked himself off using her grip. They were both moaning now and Molly pushed him off until she was able to slide off the table and onto her knees.

As he looked down at the sight of Molly wrapping her mouth around his erection which was soaked in Jim's blood he worried he would come there and then from the sight. He had never seen anything more arousing. She had one hand on his hip and she had him rocking into her warm and active mouth and he wanted to come so much but he wanted to come inside her not in her mouth.

He had no choice but to step back removing himself from her and he heard her mewl in frustration at the loss before she tugged him down to join her on the floor then she slowly climbed up and over him, gripping him before sliding herself down onto him, impaling herself upon him making him groan out loud. He looked up at this amazing, strong, powerful woman, covered in blood and riding him for her own satisfaction and he wondered how he had got so lucky. His hands moved to her breast slick with her blood where he had bitten her earlier and as she leant over him he took it into his mouth once more, using his tongue to lap up the fluid and using his teeth to tease her nipple. He could tell she was close and he let his teeth slide back into her so he could experience her orgasm with her.

The sensation was almost too overwhelming for him and he struggled to keep his own climax in abeyance but he wasn't ready to come just yet. As she came down from one high he rolled them until she was under him and set about fucking her properly. She felt so tight and slick and he just wanted to pound into her until she screamed his name and from her actions as she pulled on his backside, her nails digging in painfully she wanted the same.

His hands clawed at the carpet under them as he gave in to her, slamming himself in, feeling her taking over every part of him. He could tell she was close again and he kissed her briefly before moving his head to her neck and biting down feeling her blood flow into his eager mouth once more and when she correspondingly bit down on his own neck it felt like they were joined in a way they never had before. It was as though they truly were one flesh, one soul. He felt everything she felt, knew everything she knew and he imagined she must be feeling the same from him.

Finally they came together, muscles straining and their hands joining as she pushed herself onto him as much as he thrust into her.

For a moment they stayed in that position riding out their mutual orgasm and holding on to every last feeling before they collapsed back down onto the floor gasping for breath and coming back to a reality which included a headless corpse lying less than three feet away from them.

They should have felt horror but instead they both broke into giggles. It was as though all the tension and stress and heartache of the last few weeks had drained away and they now just felt giddy with relief.

Sherlock rolled off Molly before pulling her into his side for a cuddle, not yet ready to let her go. He knew they didn't have too much longer, Mycroft would already be itching to contact them to see how things were progressing and the last thing he needed was his brother walking in on the two of them "in flagrante delicto".

Molly was half lying on him and she was peppering his chest with soft kisses and sliding her nails seductively over her skin and he glanced down at her in disbelief. 'Again...you can't be serious...you've drained me woman.'

Her bottom lip jutted out into a sulky pout and he laughed. 'Later, I promise, but we need to finish this and bring our son home. What do you say?'

At the mention of their child Molly's eyes brightened and she stood before looking round at the state of the flat. 'Shit, what a mess.' There seemed to be blood everywhere.

In the end Sherlock sent her off to shower and then he found his phone and rang his brother.

'Please tell me this delay means you have good news brother.'

'I do. It's done. We could do with a clean-up crew though...we may have got a little carried away and the death was a bit bloodier than expected.'

'And was that all you got carried away with brother mine? Only according to my calculations, based on our plan Moriarty died twenty minutes ago.'

'Well, let's just say Molly and I wanted to privately celebrate our victory. Anyhow, it's nothing for you to concern yourself with, I wouldn't expect you to understand.'

He heard his brother sniff in disgust just before he hung up and then he threw the phone onto the table before going to join Molly in the shower.

Baker St, London...May 2078

As she and Sherlock walked up to the front door of Baker St Molly looked around her and let out a sigh of relief. It had been nearly forty years since they had last set foot in their first home and she was eager to go back to living there.

She'd been so sad to leave but there were only so many grey streaks you could add to your hair before people started to notice that you weren't ageing in any other way and they had finally and reluctantly taken the decision to leave London.

Since that time she'd lived in India, Japan and Canada and many other places besides, each time under a different name. Their son had come with them initially and had finally taken the difficult decision to turn when he was in his mid-twenties. He was working and living in America now and Molly spoke to him most weeks and they messaged daily. He was as brilliant as his father with the same slim figure and dark curls. Not black like his father's more of a dark brown and he had his mother's eyes.

Sherlock had returned to London once just under ten years ago when he'd heard that John was dying. That had been a hard time especially when Mary died just over a year later. This was the sad reality of being immortal; death. Watching those you love grow old and die and whilst Molly had tried to stay out of her son's decision to turn she couldn't help but feel relief that she hadn't had to see him go through that.

They'd decided in the last year however that it was safe to return as themselves. Well almost. Sherlock was now his own great grandson, named after him of course and she was his new bride, Molly Holmes. They'd bought Baker St when Mrs Hudson had passed and had had it closed up when they left with just a caretaker/cleaner going in once a week to keep it maintained. It was their base, the only place Molly truly thought of as home and she was excited to be back.

Sherlock unlocked the door and turned to her smiling before sweeping her into his arms laughing as she let out a shriek.

'I do believe it's still customary for a bride to be carried over the threshold Mrs Holmes.'

She slapped his chest lightly but lifted her head to receive his kiss. As he stepped over the threshold he set her down and deepened the kiss and Molly felt her timeless desire for him wash over her. He moved his mouth to her neck and as she felt his teeth start to elongate against her skin she heard his quiet whisper. 'Welcome home Molly.'

Oh I'm so nervous...I hope you like the way I wrapped the story up. Please, please let me know what you thought and thank you once again for joining me on this epic ride. xxxxx