#thatkidsshoes

               It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. Everything had started off like those adventures you read about in your favorite book. But that wasn’t it at all. It had taken a terrible horrible turn towards the truth. He wasn’t anything like I thought he’d be. He wasn’t that kind boy I had watching in that Disney movie. He wasn’t the funny adventurous boy; he wasn’t the kind boy. I looked back into the past of my early childhood. The world had lied to us. Lied to children dreaming of the day that he would come and take us a way to be kids forever. The had glazed over the truth. The original story was a warning that we should all have headed but didn’t. And because of that, my best friend was gone. My little brother gone and dead.

               “Do you see it now?” he urged. Those eyes I had thought were black with hatred were actually clouded by sorrow.

               I wiped my nose on my torn sleeve. “You were right,” I began. “He’s not what I thought. He’s a killer.”

               Those dark eyes soften and suddenly the wool that had been placed over my eyes when I had arrived was ripped clean off. He wasn’t the enemy I had been told he was. He was a man that had tried so many times only to fail over and over again. Those eyes looked at me with such a tender kindness I ran to him. I buried my face in his chest. His arms were no longer stiff with the threat of death, no. His arms wrapped around me with all the safety of a castle and all the warmth of a father.

               “Peter Pan has taken again. We have to stop him.” His growl no longer scared me. It comforted me. Here was a man that would fight for me, would fight with me.

SOOOO. This is a thing I am working on and it should be up soon on my AO3 Account. I’ll post a link with the full story later this week. I hope you guys enjoy it. It’s inspired by a Tumblr post I saw on her a while back and I CAN’T FIND IT. So if you guys can show me the post so I can give credit where credit is due that would be awesome. (Also a inspired by the original story too)

Molly Hooper wasn’t exactly sure why she was at work after such a…horrid experience. She contemplated this as the saw blade ground into the human skull before her releasing a small spray of blood. It wasn’t like she didn’t like her work. She just thought that maybe this wasn’t the best place to work out her stress. The blade cut through the bone just fine and she could finally remove the brain and place it in the cold bowl next to her.

She quickly grabbed the scalpel surrounded by an array of tools and sliced a neat line down the center of the torso. Sure it had been a rough patch. Couples had those. It was normal wasn’t it? Pealing the skin back from the muscle she thought back to the last few days. Tom had seemed a little distant. Not as forth coming as he usually was during dinner. She’d asked about his day and he just shrugged and asked about hers.

Molly did enjoy his company. She did enjoy the way he laughed when she did something funny, or the way he would smile at her when she said something witty. Emptying the contents of the stomach into a jar reminded her of the wine they had had. It tasted a bit sour, not enough of the usually fruity taste that she was fond of. She’d known something was off with the way he was jittering and stuttering about.  

           She frowned at the weight of the liver. She’d asked him what was wrong but Tom had never been quick with words. Usually he just stuttered about until he got to the point of what he’d been trying to say.

           Molly drummed her fingers against the cool metal table her eyes narrowing in annoyance. He’d broken the engagement. With angry movements she snatched the oversized clippers from the work table and set about snipping the rib cage.  

In love with someone else?

Chop.

And who was she in love with? That antisocial sociopath who only cared only about his next case? Ridiculous!

Chop.  

She was going to marry that stupid boy!

Chop.

In less than a month!

Chop. Chop.

Did he have any idea how many plans they had to cancel?

Chop.

The apology letters?

Chop.

How he’d taken her heart and thrown it in a blender!

Molly slammed the clippers down on the table a frustrated growl escaping her clenched teeth. Why was this happening? She was finally settling down, a nice man hanging from her arm, someone who treated her how she deserved, someone that made her happy, and for once wasn’t a raving lunatic. Tom had been different. The fading tan line on her finger seemed to mock her. Two weeks ago was the wedding day. She’d spent her would be wedding night sitting in front of her window all day staring at happy couples and wishing the earth would open and swallow them whole and send them straight to hell.  

Molly hung her head staring at the corpse in front of her. If anything this was her sloppiest autopsy. The ribs had been cut at different lengths. Instead of cutting the skin nicely from the muscle she’d practically torn it off. The skull was another matter entirely. She hated her life.

A familiar ring sounded in the stillness. Glancing at the clock on the wall she noticed it was quite late at night. Almost one thirty. She sighed and took off her latex gloves trying to ignore the empty feeling on her finger and walked over to her phone. A new text message shone on her screen.

Come to Baker Street as soon as possible. –SH

She nearly dropped her phone. He was texting her now? Couldn’t he wait until after her emotional break down? Such as in the morning when she had had some type of sleep that week? Couldn’t he wait till after she felt a little less violent?

Her phone sang again.

Now if possible –SH

Before she could even contemplate the text message another came.

Need help –SH

Sometimes she hated him. With a heavy sigh and a reluctant reply Molly cleaned up her mess and packed up her things. She went to the nearest sink and mirror to clean any possible blood from her face before freshening up.

Freshening up? Why would she need to do that? She paused halfway through and dropped her hands to her sides. Molly wasn’t going to go to Sherlock’s flat looking her best at, she glanced at the clock, two o’clock in the morning. In fact, she was quite cross with him. It was his fault that she wasn’t married and on her honeymoon.

Ugh, her honeymoon. They had planned to go to Italy. See the sights, discover the art. Travel the great cities. She was supposed to be sleeping in a hotel right across from a famous cathedral this very night.

Molly, why do you keep doing this to yourself?

With yet another sigh Molly adjusted her coat and scarf before heading out of the morgue and into the night of London.