The Girl Who Didn't Count

Chapter 2

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She remembered.

It had been seven days since Victor had gone missing and everyone was worried. No one could make Euros say anything. Sherlock couldn't despite his desperate pleadings and her parent's warnings, she only sang the song when asked. All hope inevitably fell on Molly to help make Euros say where Victor was and she knew she had to make Euros tell them not just for Trevor's or Sherlock's sake but for her own.

She stood behind the door of Euros' bedroom, Euros' parent's words echoing in her mind, "try, please, try, she says she wants to talk to you, you have to make her tell us, you have to. Please". If only they knew…

"Aren't you going to come in," called the voice from inside the room. She must have heard her heavy breathing from behind the door and Molly unbeknownst to what Euros wanted from her walked inside.

She was overwhelmed by the sight of the pictures that were laid out on the floor each one showing Sherlock either with crosses for eyes or in what looked like a box. None of them contained Molly or Trevor and for the first time that week Molly felt relieved.

"They won't let me out of this room. They say I've been bad. But what do they know about good and bad? How can they judge me when they know so little about the two emotions?" Molly didn't truly understand what Euros was talking about but she didn't have time to process the words before Euros continued. "Do you feel bad about what you're doing? Do you feel bad lying to my parents and yours?", her eyes were focused on her drawings she hadn't even glanced up as Molly entered- and spoke.

"Yes. Will you keep my secret?"

"If you help me."

"What do you need?"

Euros looked up and smiled softly.

"A box of matches."

"Molly?" Asked John.

"Sorry, what?"

"What happened after that?"

"A fire at Musgrave. Euros managed to get out of her room, no one knew why, but she did and then she set fire to her room and ran out of the house. No one was hurt. Mycroft, Sherlock, and his mother were out when it happened but I think her intention was to hurt me… Because my father and hers were downstairs and they didn't realize the fire had started until a few minutes later. I could have lost him, but luckily, I didn't." She closed her eyes remembering her father's face when he saw that she was safe. "I don't know how she managed to get out of her room, though," she lied.

"After that our sister had to be taken away, Uncle Rudi found her a suitable place on an in island professionally known as Sherrinford, it's a person which sole purpose is to contain the uncontainable," Mycroft said. "The woman you met could not have been her, Euros has never left Sherrinford since she was placed there and never shall leave."

"When can I see her?" Sherlock immediately asked.

Mycroft sighed. "That would not be wise."

"When?"

"Tomorrow. I'll schedule a helicopter to take us there tomorrow morning if this woman claimed to be Euros I have to make sure there is no possibility that she has left Sherrinford."

Molly screamed internally. They couldn't do this. Her life couldn't end like this.

Sherlock had already stood though and he was already turning to let her and Mycroft out the room. Without thinking she ran up to him and grabbed him by the shoulder. "Sherlock, please! She's evil and she'll hurt you! She's the personification of evil, please don't do this, just… Don't do it."

Mycroft spoke for Sherlock. "Miss Hooper tomorrow I was hoping you could come with us, you were quite possibly the only one who knew her best and you could perhaps be there when Sherlock goes to see her.

"Of course, I mean of course I will if you want me to," she turned to Sherlock with hopeful eyes, she could perhaps prevent Euros from saying anything if she was there, even though it would be hard facing her after all these years, she could do it; she could do it for Sherlock.

Sherlock seemed to think about this for a few moments before replying with a simple nod and without a word Molly and Mycroft left the room.

When both Mycroft and Molly had left 221B, Mycroft turned to her and said, "this may be for the best, Molly, he isn't a boy anymore he'll understand."

And what if he doesn't? She wanted to say but the words caught in her mouth and all she could do was stare at him with all the hatred she could possibly ever feel. He got into the car and left then leaving Molly standing on the side of the road on Baker street. She wanted to cry, she wanted to scream, she wanted to beg Sherlock to never leave 221B ever again but instead, she hailed a cab and went back to Bart's hospital, praying she'd find a certain woman on the slab.

The prison was a labyrinth of insanity and madness.

Molly Hooper hadn't slept the night before. All she did was think about what she would say to Euros and even Sherlock the next day but all she could do was think of was the words 'sorry' and 'forgive me' despite knowing they would mean nothing.

And yet nothing had prepared her for the alluring presence of Sherrinford, even Mycroft's words hadn't been able to cover the full complexity of the building.

But her mind was elsewhere as Sherlock had only spoken a few words to her so far, and she wondered how much he'd began to recall about their past together. She would love him no matter what happened that day and no matter what he said she promised herself that day.

"Molly?" Sherlock, Mycroft, and the Prison Governor were a few paces ahead and turning to her left Molly saw that it was John who had spoken her name.

"Why didn't you tell me you knew him before you worked at Barts?"

She sighed. "He would have suspected something was wrong and if we told him he would have gotten confused and angry like he is now. But I am sorry for not telling you John, I really am."

"He won't be angry at you forever, he'll understand."

She would have replied had Sherlock not turned around and said, "Molly, this way," pointing to a corridor. Smiling sadly at John before turning, Molly followed Sherlock as they walked through the hallway.

The guards were outside Euros' cell and the only warning they gave them as to what to do was to 'keep their distance' even though Molly could have warned them of that 30 years ago.

Molly walked into Euros' bedroom without knocking. She had the box of matches and she was so afraid she'd get caught by someone and she could feel a sense of fear crawl inside of her. The kitchen was empty she reminded herself, no one would have seen her take them. As she walked in the room she was met by the sight of Euros who was still drawing when she came in and placing them on the floor next to her Molly asked, "I have them. Can I go now?".

Euros didn't look up when she said, "goodbye Molly, thank you for your usefulness," and then looking up she smirked, "he'll never love you Molly and if you ever eat a poisoned apple he won't give you true love's kiss."

"Are you going to be ok?" Sherlock asked and she saw a hint of concern in his eyes.

She smiled weakly up at him and in the next moment, they were looking at Euros Holmes. Her back was to them and she was playing the violin not even turning as she sensed their presence at the doorway.

They glanced at each other and walked towards the glass but stopped when the violin began to screech when they were three feet away from the glass. The guard's words echoed through Molly's mind, keep your distance.

"I was wondering when you would both pay me a visit, it's been such a long time and I owe you both a fairy tale, don't I?"

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