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darnedchild) wrote2018-05-26 10:17 am
darnedchild) wrote2018-05-26 10:17 am
Doctorin' the TARDIS
Summary: Molly had been missing for nearly a year. Where did she go, and Who was she with?
Rating: G
A/N - One word prompt request – “TARDIS” for Sherlolly, from @dmollyc.
The title comes from the 1988 song from The Timelords/The KLF. If you haven’t heard it, you should definitely look it up if you’re a fan of cheesy novelty pop songs and Doctor Who.
Doctorin’ the TARDIS
It couldn’t be.
There was no way that Molly Hooper—the woman who had gone missing without a trace nearly a year ago—was standing in front of that police box, smiling at another woman as if they were old friends.
No way that she could be standing there, looking exactly as she had when she’d stormed out of Baker Street. He’d lied about The Phone Call, said it had only been for her safety, that it meant nothing; and even though it had only taken ten minutes for him to realize what a fool he’d been and run after her, she’d disappeared.
She wasn’t angry now. She was laughing at the oddly dressed blonde woman who kept gesturing toward the blue police box.
Sherlock couldn’t take it anymore.
He quickly approached. “Molly?”
The only woman he’d ever loved turned to face him. “Thank God, Molly. I’m sorry, I was wrong. I do love you. I think I always have. Please don’t leave me again. These past eleven months-“
“Eleven months!”
She turned to glare at the other woman who shrugged. “Eleven hours, eleven months. I was close.”
Molly huffed, then grinned. “Sherlock, I’d like you to meet the Doctor.”
Rating: G
A/N - One word prompt request – “TARDIS” for Sherlolly, from @dmollyc.
The title comes from the 1988 song from The Timelords/The KLF. If you haven’t heard it, you should definitely look it up if you’re a fan of cheesy novelty pop songs and Doctor Who.
Doctorin’ the TARDIS
It couldn’t be.
There was no way that Molly Hooper—the woman who had gone missing without a trace nearly a year ago—was standing in front of that police box, smiling at another woman as if they were old friends.
No way that she could be standing there, looking exactly as she had when she’d stormed out of Baker Street. He’d lied about The Phone Call, said it had only been for her safety, that it meant nothing; and even though it had only taken ten minutes for him to realize what a fool he’d been and run after her, she’d disappeared.
She wasn’t angry now. She was laughing at the oddly dressed blonde woman who kept gesturing toward the blue police box.
Sherlock couldn’t take it anymore.
He quickly approached. “Molly?”
The only woman he’d ever loved turned to face him. “Thank God, Molly. I’m sorry, I was wrong. I do love you. I think I always have. Please don’t leave me again. These past eleven months-“
“Eleven months!”
She turned to glare at the other woman who shrugged. “Eleven hours, eleven months. I was close.”
Molly huffed, then grinned. “Sherlock, I’d like you to meet the Doctor.”