Characters: Molly Hooper, Eleven, Sherlock (briefly)
Spoilers: References to The Reichenbach Fall,
Word Count 632
Summary: The madman with a box comes back to take Molly for another spin.
Author's notes: Moving my consci_fan_mo stuff over.
This is a sequel to a story I wrote for there last year, Universal Truths. There are a few references to it, so it might make more sense if you've read that, but I don't think anyone will be lost without having done so.
Inspired by an image prompt (below the cut).
Molly was looking over lab results when she heard the whining 'vworp-vworp' noise. She knew it was familiar, but couldn't place it. Until a blue box started to appear in the corner of the lab. She protected her papers against the wind it was generating, and grinned.
“Molly Hooper!” The Doctor said, leaving the TARDIS with his arms wide open in greeting. “I was just thinking about you, and the Gean Tribe of Juluren say that when you're thinking of someone, it's because they're thinking of you. So, I thought I'd pop by.”
“I wasn't thinking of you,” Molly admitted. “Oh! But-but I'm happy to see you.”
“That will have to do,” The Doctor said. “Fancy a quick spin? I have a place in mind for you, I think you'll like it.”
Molly looked at her reports, uncertainly.
“I can have you back before you've left,” the Doctor said. “Who wants to work, anyway? Work is yucky, pleh. There are galaxies to see, Hooper.”
Molly grinned. “Let's go and see one, then,” she said.
“This looks just like Earth,” Molly said, as she walked along the shore in front of her.
“Well, there are over a digizabillion planets out there, statistically speaking, something's bound to,” the Doctor said, sounding hurt.
“It's beautiful,” Molly said, quickly. “I didn't mean that it wasn't nice. It's lovely. Like the lake district, a little bit.”
“They call this 'The Place Where the Trees Kiss the Water',” the Doctor said. “They name everything like that here, it takes ages to get directions. 'Can you tell me where The Place that Sells Watermelon is?' 'Oh yeah, you have to go down The Road that Looks a Little Like a Question Mark until you get to The Town Near the Place Where the Birds Sing Like Arrows Flying.”
“I wonder what they would name London?” Molly said.
“The Place of Late Buses and A Surprising Number of Alien Invasions?” the Doctor suggested.
Molly giggled. “Not very poetic,” she said. “Maybe 'the Place where the City Chases the River'? No, that's not good.”
“That's lovely,” the Doctor said. “What did I tell you about not being good? You're very good. Come on, let's meet the locals.”
Molly followed him into The Town Near the Place Where the Trees Kiss the Water.
“Greetings,” the Doctor said, to a woman who paused to say hello to them. “I'm The Man With the Blue Box, and this is my friend, The Girl Who Actually Stays Put When You Tell Her To.”
Molly had a lovely stay, wandering through and chatting with the villagers. They wove beautiful tapestries, and she was hypnotized watching their hands move in and out of the looms. She tried, and had everything in a knot within a moment. She left as 'The Girl With Clumsy Fingers But a Nice Heart', which, she felt, was probably the best to be hoped for.
She arrived back at Barts, once again feeling like it was more beautiful for having been away. Bigger and brighter, and more than just her little space in the world.
“It was nice to see you again,” she said. “You seem happier now.”
“I never stay down for long,” he said. “And you?”
“Oh, my friend, the one I lost, he came home,” Molly said.
The Doctor beamed, but a bit sadly. “That almost never happens,” he said. “Well done. Well, I have to run. Lots of things to see.”
“You're-you're welcome to come back any time you think of me,” Molly said, with a blush.
He hugged her. “I expect we'll see each other soon, then,” he said.
He got into the blue box, and shifted away. Molly went back to her reports. A moment later, Sherlock burst in.
“When did you get here?” he demanded. “I was just here a moment ago, and you weren't here. What was that noise?”
Molly flushed again, and shrugged. “I was just talking to an old friend.”