First I'd like to say thank you to foreveryourss for reading over my chapter and helping with the horrible spelling! Yay!
I would also liked to thank all of you who have been with me since the beginning! It's been a ride! I'm happy (and a little sad) to say this is the last chapter in the story, I've had a ton of fun writing it. And you're words of encouragement have really motivate to continue writing! I'll possibly write a sequel to this soon. So keep a look out for it!
I also want to say sorry for killing Toby :(
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Molly let out a groan, the pounding in her head made her almost wish she was still unconscious. What had happened? The last thing she remembered was... lying in bed! With Sherlock, no. With... Molly's eyes popped open, she looked around and let out a terrified shriek. Where was she? She looked around, she was inside a house…and old one by the looks of the wall, she could see pictures hanging on the walls, a man and a woman... The woman looked frighteningly similar to her. Molly was tied up, she wriggled her wrist and let out a hiss of pain as the restraints dug through her skin. Hearing the noises of dishes clanking made Molly look over at the table, the pathologist could see it set up like a fancy dinner, candles were flickering an assortment of different side dishes was spread across the entire table. She then noticed a dark silhouette making his way towards her.
"Ah, you look lovely today, my love. Green really suits you."
Molly looked down at her body, she was wearing an elegant emerald color dress with a plunging neckline that was too daring even for her, she frowned down at it. Molly wrinkled her nose as she looked up to see her abductor, he was definitely the man she and John had met, the smirk on his face confirmed it. He looked around his early forties, his brown hair a moppy mess he was in good need of a haircut and a good shave, the man's brown eyes locked with hers and his grin grew wider. He set a plate of food in front of her, and leaned in to release her from her restraints. Molly's heart began to beat faster, she could make a run for it. Her abductor placed his arm over her chest making it impossible to move, he grabbed some nearby rope and tied it over her chest and waist, she was completely unable to move except her arms. The man placed a gentle kiss on her forehead and went to sit at the other end of the table.
"Eat up, dear. Your kidney is getting cold." he said as he grabbed his silverware.
Molly's stomach churned, suddenly. She stared down at the food in front of her god she hoped this wasn't one of her kidney's, she was still to drowsy on whatever he had put in her to know if anything was damaged, she wouldn't feel anything for a few hours. As if reading her mind, the man suddenly laughed.
"Don't worry, it's not yours - I'm saving you for a special occasion." he said in an amused tone.
"Now eat up, we have a long night ahead of us."
"I'm not hungry." she told him.
The man stood up, fixed his suit, and walked slowly towards her. Molly was terrified she wanted to run away but she couldn't. The man crouched down to eye level and gave her a pout.
"Aw, don't be like this." he cooed.
He grabbed the steak knife and fork from the table and began to cut the kidney in half, he cut up a good-sized piece and cupped her chin with his other hand.
"This is just an excuse to get me to feed you, isn't it?"
He pressed his fingers tightly on both sides of her jaw and forced her mouth open, he forced the kidney into her mouth.
"Chew." he commanded with a stern tone.
Molly spat the meat out and frowned at him.
"Go to hell." she hissed.
He rapidly began to laugh, loud enough to cause an echo.
"Don't you like my cooking? I've slaved over a hot stove all day long and this is how you repay me? By damning me to hell?"
The man suddenly forced another piece in her mouth and forced her mouth closed he forced her to chew. Molly pretended to swallow the food and the man's expression soften.
"See? It wasn't that bad wasn't it?" he said with a grin.
Molly suddenly did something completely unexpected, the second he released her jaw she spit the chewed up meat at him causing him to frown hard at her.
"You bitch! You fucking bitch! If you're going not going to play nice, then neither will I." he snapped.
He got up and slapped her across the face with such force that it caused her to black out.
"You look so wonderful when you're asleep, my flower." said a familiar baritone voice.
"Sherlock?" she croaked "Is that you?"
Had this all been a dream? Was she really just back at Baker Street sleeping? She could smell vanilla in the air, Mrs. Hudson was making her delicious pancakes, Sherlock was simply waking her to tell her it was time to eat. Yes, it made sense she was just having a nightmare she hadn't been abducted by the man who had murdered countless innocent women. It suddenly dawned to her, why was Sherlock calling her his flower. Her eyes fluttered open, she quickly winced at the bright fluorescent light shining in her face, closing her eyes she let out a groan.
"This is the second time you mention his name in front of me." she heard the Scottish man say.
Molly opened her eyes more carefully, giving her eyes time to adjust, she was somewhere different now, in a house? No...In a garden? She couldn't tell, all she could see was an assortment of different flowers and plants, she spotted the familiar red flowers. Molly's eyes settled on the man, he was cleaning a sharp scalpel and frowning at her.
"Is he that detective bloke? The one who looks like he has that stick up his arse?" he suddenly chuckled
"You think he's going to rescue you don't you?"
He let out another laughed before leaning in, his face only inches from her.
"Why wait for him, my love. When I'm here? I could make you oh so happy."
He pecked the tip of her nose, before pulling away.
"Why are you doing this?" she suddenly said.
"Why wouldn't I do this? It's fun." he replied.
"Not for me."
He set down the scalpel and grabbed another sharp instrument from the tray, he glanced at her before lazily running the cloth over it. Molly pursed his lips.
"That woman... in the pictures. Who is she?"
He stopped cleaning and looked at her, he hadn't expected her to say that.
"Shut up."
"You loved her."
She saw him tense up.
"Oh, you love her. She's still around?"
He scowled and locked eyes with her.
"If you don't shut up, I'll slit your throat right here right fucking now!"
Molly shut her mouth and looked at him, she had to keep trying she wouldn't let herself die.
"Tell me about her."
He let out a sigh and looked at her, he walked over to her and trailed his fingertips over her arm, he continued up until he was playing with the fabric of her dress.
"Anna." he said softly.
"Anna. That's her name? What's your name?"
"Why do you ask?" he said suddenly
"Just curious. My name's Molly."
"Molly? That's lovely. My name is Damon."
Molly nodded slowly.
"So, what happened to Anna?" she asked curiously.
"She left me, my beautiful wife. She left me and it's all my fault." he whispered.
"Why?"
"Because I'm a fucking monster!" he snapped.
Damon banged his fist against the metal table she was strapped to, causing Molly to flinch. The brown haired man noticed this and smiled.
"She doesn't matter anymore, I have you to play with now. At first, I thought I had to find my perfect Anna. I looked everywhere for her. I disguised myself as a measly street performer and searched the crowds for the perfect person. For you, I found a few, I must admit they were fun to play with."
Damon grabbed the scalpel from the table and trailed it softly along her jawline.
"But they were all... wrong. But, the moment I saw you..."
He cut along the side of her neck causing her to whimper in pain, he smiled widely and leaned in to place a kiss on her lips. Molly was crying, he continued to trail kisses along her jaw and pulled away.
"That moment I saw that beautiful shy smile, so innocent, so much like my Anna's. That's when I knew you had to be mine."
He slowly cut along her collarbone causing her to cry out in pain.
"How I long to see that smile again." Damon said softly.
"Please stop." she sobbed.
The brown haired man ignored her and put a few more deep cuts along her shoulders and arms.
"You're blood is so beautiful! Almost the same color as my flowers! Did you like the one I gave you? The first time I met you? Wasn't it lovely?"
Damon gave her a smile and stood up.
"Oh, that day was magnificent, I couldn't get you out of my head! I had to have you! I followed you and the man home that day, you know?" His lip twitched excitedly.
"I had to find out where you lived! I had to have you, but that... Sherlock wouldn't leave your side! I finally had to do something! I couldn't wait any longer! I went to search for someone else. I thought I could replace you." he suddenly chuckled
"A replacement for my replacement." he rolled his eyes before continuing.
"It took me three days, but I found someone. Someone similar to you! I was so happy and excited. But I knew she wasn't you. I couldn't... even pretend it was you."
He let out a sigh, and turned around to look at his tools. Molly's heart began to beat faster.
"But none of that matters now." he said to himself.
"Please, you don't have to do this." she told him.
He turned around with a longer scalpel and shrugged.
"I know I don't. But, I want too... Don't worry, I won't let you die yet. We're going to have a little fun first."
Molly sobbed as the sharp utensil pierced into her skin. It felt like hours had gone by, she would think her body would get used to the pain by now, but each time he cut into her it was like the first time all over again. She didn't dare move, her body ached and her head was light. How much blood had she lost? She tried to count her heart beats, but she couldn't concentrate. Her body was going to shut down on her. Her thoughts went to Sherlock and everyone she was going to leave behind, John, Mrs. Hudson, even poor Toby. How would Sherlock react to her being gone? Would he miss her? Why was she kidding herself, she didn't know what he even meant to Sherlock... she wished she had gotten the chance to tell him how she felt, she had always liked him, even when he thought no one did. She always did. She loved him, and she was going to die without letting him know that he was loved. A pained breathy sigh escaped her lips, the brown haired man grinned at her and waved a blood covered hand at her.
"How are we doing, my flower?"
Molly blinked away tears and began to slowly close her eyes.
"Oh no, no, no. I know you're tired. Why wouldn't you be? Look at all this blood!" he said excitedly.
He scooped up some of her blood from the table and smeared it over her pale lips.
"Let's add some color to that pale face, we need to make you look more... alive! No one wants to see a pasty angel!" he laughed madly at what he said.
If Molly had the strength she'd roll her eyes at how pathetic this man was.
"Well…say something, my pet. Don't just leave all the talking to me. It's considered rude not participate in a conversation."
"Fuck you." she said weakly.
He suddenly smiled happily.
"Fuck me? Is that what you want to do? You could've just asked! We would have cut the foreplay and gone straight to the action."
Damon pressed his lips against hers, his hands began to trail down her blood covered chest. Molly began to cry again, she felt trapped and she had lost all hope, she welcomed death at the point. She just wanted everything to end. She closed her eyes as Damon's hand settled on her thigh, she suddenly heard a gunshot fire in the air.
Damon jumped off her and turned around to see who fired the shot. Molly spotted Sherlock and John standing at the entrance, John held his gun firmly in his hand, while Sherlock stared intensely at Damon.
"Let her go." he warned.
Damon chuckled and pulled a gun from underneath the table.
"You think I'm going to give up that easily? I've been searching years for her. I'm not about to let her get away that easily. I'm going to kill her and make you watch while I eat her precious little heart."
Molly tried to move her body, but any time she tried to move her body was overcome with pain. There wasn't a place that didn't hurt.
"Sherlock." she managed to squeak out.
Sherlock looked over to her and she had no idea what he was thinking. His face was expressionless.
"Oh, dear. He is going to be a problem isn't he? All you do is say his name! How do you think that MAKES ME FEEL!"
He pointed the gun at Sherlock and then looked down at Molly.
"Maybe I should just kill him now and get this all over and done with."
He pointed the gun away from him and aimed it at Molly's head.
"Maybe even you. Since it's clear to me you don't love me like you do him." he said bitterly.
Sherlock took the opportunity of a distracted Damon and lunged at him, the pair fell to the floor. Molly couldn't see what was happening, until Sherlock was at her side.
"Molly." he breathed out.
"Molly can you hear me?"
Damon came up from behind him, Damon reached over for the gun that had slip near the table at the same time Sherlock dove for it. Molly saw Sherlock and Damon fighting for the gun. Molly could hear John's footsteps running towards them and then there was gunshot. Molly screamed as Sherlock's body feel on top of hers. She heard another gunshot and everything went black.
"What do you mean I can't go in and see her!"
"Only family is permitted to enter, I'm sorry, sir."
"You're having an affair with that Doctor over there! AND YOU'RE CHEATING ON HIM WITH THAT NURSE!"
"Sir! I'm going to have to ask you to calm down!"
"I AM CALM!"
"Sherlock!"
"I'm going in there I don't care!"
Molly opened her eyes letting out a low groan, she felt around her arms and gripped the IV tubing, she needed to get this stuff off her, she wanted to go home.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." said a familiar voice.
Molly looked up at the door way at Sherlock, her heart began to pound making the machine go crazy beside her. Sherlock smirked and strode over to her. Outside the door, she could see Lestrade talking to a nurse, most likely the one Sherlock had been arguing with before.
"How are you feeling?" he said softly.
Molly had the sudden urge to cry, she slowly shook her head and sniffled. Her body was damaged, bit mentally and physically and knew the months ahead were going to be tough.
"Tired." she whispered.
Sherlock nodded his head and sat down on the edge of the bed, he gave her a sincere look. So many thoughts suddenly ran through her head, she wanted to ask him question after question.
"I saw you get shot!" she suddenly blurted out.
"Yes."
"How are you not dead? Or injured."
"Bulletproof vest."
"Oh! Brilliant!"
"And... Damon?"
"Dead. John... got him in the throat. He died upon arriving at the hospital. Molly..."
"Yes?"
"He killed your Toby, I'm sorry. He really was a brilliant feline."
Molly let out a muffled sob, Sherlock lifted his hand and slowly wiped her tears.
"Molly, please stop crying." he told her.
"I can't. Poor Toby." she sniffled
Sherlock let out a sigh before a chuckled escaped through his lips. He took a hold of her hand making Molly frown.
"Why are you laughing!?" she said through her sob.
"You get tortured half to death and yet you still manage to feel sympathy for a dead animal?"
"He was my cat. I loved him." She said in defense.
Sherlock pressed a light kiss over her bandaged hand. Molly's eyes looked down at him, she wondered how horrible she must look right now, she didn't even want to think about it.
"Does that hurt?" he mumbled against her hand.
"No, I can't feel a thing."
How bad do I look?" she asked suddenly.
"Bad."
"Oh."
"Forgive me, Molly."
"For?"
Sherlock let go of her hand and settled it softly on her lap, he looked up at her so he was face to face and hesitated for a bit before leaning in, he pressed his lips softly over hers, which caused her heart monitor to go off again.
"I was almost too late. I could have lost you, when I saw him what he had done to you I tried so hard not to kill him right there and then. Of course I had to be smart about it, I couldn't risk putting you in more danger."
He pressed his lips against hers again, but this time Molly was the one to pull away.
"I can't do this, Sherlock."
Sherlock scowled at her, suddenly. Molly took a deep breath and gave him a hard stare.
"What are we, Sherlock?"
"Homosaphiens."
"Don't be an arse. You know what I mean... What is going to happen between us? I can't play this game anymore. I love you and you're sending me mixed signals. I don't think I can handle this any longer."
Sherlock pressed his lips together and looked over her shoulder at the monitors attached to the bed, perhaps he didn't want anything to happen between them... Maybe he really was just trying to save her... repay her for what she did for him.
I'm not really good at this... stuff." he admitted.
Molly nodded in agreement.
"I don't know how to be someone's boyfriend." he continued.
"I wouldn't know what to do. I'd forget special occasions, and I'd make you mad and probably run experiments on you. You don't want someone like me, Molly. You deserve better."
Molly understood now, Sherlock was afraid. He was afraid she'd reject him after finding out what a shitty boyfriend he was.
"I don't want someone like that, Sherlock. I want you. I don't care if you forget special occasions, of if you make me mad, I wouldn't care if you never bought me flowers of chocolates... I'd probably get a little pissed off at the experiments."
Sherlock smirked and locked eyes with her.
"You wouldn't care if I let you for days on end?"
"I would like a text once in a while, but no."
"What about body parts in the refrigerator?" he asked curiously
"Most likely I'm the one who gave them to you."
Sherlock nodded and moved a strand of lose hair from her face.
"My Pathologist." he murmured.
"My Sherlock." she said with a smile.
Molly closed the remaining space between them and pulled him close to her, he avoided touching areas that had been severely and settled his hands on her waist, the heart monitor behind them began to go off. The door swung open and John popped his head in.
"Sherlock, stop making Molly's heart monitor go off! You're scaring the nurses!"
Sherlock pulled away from Molly and looked at John.
"So?"
John let out a sigh and exited the room.
"Now where were we?" whispered Sherlock.
Molly smirked, she didn't know what was in store for in the future. She enclosed the space between them with a kiss. But she knew it was always going to be something new with Sherlock Holmes.