"Are you even paying attention to me?" Andy's voice broke through the silence that hung over the table.

"Hm?" She asked, looking up to her date. She had figured it'd be nice to distract herself for a while, try and get her mind off of Sherlock and what had happened the past year. She'd figured she'd invite Andy out to eat, her treat. She'd be in control of herself again, Molly Hooper dating. But halfway through she'd found that all he said was just white static noise, and she'd drifted. Her mind went away to neverland as she called it, focusing on smaller, indistinct thoughts. Sherlock, John, DI Lestrade, Jim.. Was that even his real name? Could it have just been another lie, like the rest of her damn time with him.

"You're doing it again." Andy snapped at her, causing Molly to jump.

"I'm sorry.." She sighed. He really was nice, he didn't deserve a woman who didn't listen to him and use him as a distraction. "I'm just not feeling good tonight."

"Is it him again?" He asked, looking genuinely concerned.

"Who?" Molly asked, feigning ignorance.

"Oh come off it. Y'know, that fake genius who committed suicide. What was his name again?"

"Sherlock." She murmured, looking down.

"Yeah, that's him. Didn't ya know him?"

"Briefly, yeah. Helped him on a few cases, that was it." She looked out of the window, just wanting to get out of there. "Listen, d'you mind if I pay my share and leave? I'm really not feeling good right now."

"Blimey, yeah sure." Andy said quickly, getting up to try and help her.

"No no. It's fine, I've got it." Standing up, she reached into her purse and took out her wallet "Look.." She said, putting 25 pounds on the table and getting her coat, "I really am sorry about this, but I'll see ya tomorrow, yeah?"

"Yeah. Yeah, yeah. I mean no problem. It's fine. Do what you must." He said hastily, looking awkward as he smiled at her.

"G'night then." She nodded, exiting the quaint restaurant and into the frigid December air. Pulling her coat around her tighter she walked down the street to her flat in the biting cold. Stupid stupid stupid, she thought. If she had stayed then she could have had Andy given her a ride back but that may have given him the wrong idea. Oh well, it wasn't too long of a walk and it was nice to take in the fresh if not cold air around her.

Crossing the street and heading down Turnmill, she thanked God or whoever was out there for pausing the downpour that had pestered London for the past week or so. She was internally debating whether or not the rain would come back tomorrow, and if so how much when she heard the piercing shriek from Benjamin street. Looking down the narrow street she called out hesitantly. "Hello? Anyone there?" Hearing no reply she stepped cautiously into the street, illuminated a soft orange by the occasional street lamps. "Look, if this is some stupid student prank then you can just forget it because this isn't funny." She called out as she walked past Meze Meze and into the wider street. Underneath a tree by St. John's Gardens she saw the broken body on the pavement.

"Oh God.." Molly Hooper, who had seen smashed faces, intestines, brains, bones, every nasty thing you could ever think of was truly disgusted by the sight she had seen. A poor University student, female by the looks of it, was still gurgling as a large, leathery, horrible beast ate her intestines. Leaning against the bricks, she swallowed the urge to throw up. Unfortunately for her the beast, hearing her looked up and growling, spit out a chunk of flesh and stood up and growled at her, slowing making it's way to her. If this is it then so be it. She thought, squeezing shut her eyes and backing up.

"Duck!"

Gasping in shock, Molly ducked just as a man dressed in a dark tweed jacket and suit threw a pail of liquid onto the monster, which caused it to cower and shriek, getting to it's knees.

"There we go, nice Hoixy. Good Hoixy." He said, walking cautiously to the cowering monster.

"Wh-What is that?" Molly whispered, warily taking a step forward.

"A Hoix. If I were you I'd go now before anyone else comes." He knelt by the creature, taking out an object similar to a screwdriver and pointing it at the creature.

"And what exactly will you do with that thing?" She asked, not really caring at this point. She just wanted to get home, take a shower, curl up in bed next to Toby and watch Glee until she fell asleep.

"Take it to it's home."

"Which is..?"

"Far away from here." He stood up then, turning to Molly. "What's your name?"

"M-Molly Hooper. I work at the morgue at the hospital not too far from here." She pointed down the street.

"Nice to meet you Molly Hooper. Now go home, make yourself a nice cup of tea and go to sleep."

"Yes, I was just about to." Blushing, she turned around and began to walk down the street before she paused, spinning around and looking at the man. He was taller than her, with dark hair that fell over his forehead and soft, almost boyish features. "I-I didn't get your name."

"You can call me John Smith."

"Got a new one in for ya today, Molly."

"Huh?" Snapped out of her reverie and back into the real, Molly looked up at her boss. She had barely been able to get any sleep at all last night, staying up late tossing and turning with the images of that monster and the mysterious man burned into her mind.

"God Molly, it's all in one ear and out the other today, isn't it?" Abby said, passing by Molly. "What happened with Andy?" She snickered.

"Nothing happened, I went home early. Wasn't feeling well." Hanging up her coat—it was raining again—and putting on her lab coat, she straightened her hair. "So what's up?"

"Some poor gal, found out on Benjamin street not too far from here. Completely mutilated, cannibalism by the looks of it. Third one this month, the police want a full autopsy. Say if there's anything weird to hand it straight over to them, it's all classified info they say. And what's this about Andy?" Molly's boss, Barry asked her.

"It was just a quick dinner and-" She started before she was cut off by Abby.

"Hold up, Benjamin Street you said? Molly, isn't that close to where you live?" Abby looked back at Molly, who froze up.

"Not too far, yeah. Why does it matter?" She asked, a faint smile plastered on her lips.

"Well.. Did ya hear anything?"

"I- I dunno!" Molly snapped out of- what? Fear? Frustration? Protectiveness? Damn it all, why did she feel so secluded from the outer world? Was it because she knew what they didn't. Feeling bad over the shocked looks on Barry and Abby's faces she sighed internally. "Listen, I didn't hear anything. And even if I did don't you think I would've called the police?"

"She has a point." Barry gave Abby a scathing glance, which clearly said "shut up". "Just go ahead and perform the autopsy, will ya Molls?" His voice was gentile and kind, just like Barry.

"Yeah, right. I'll uh, I'll just get on it now." Molly said, rushing into the autopsy room. God did she hate their stares. What if someone found out she had seen the girl get killed? How could she explain that? 'Oh yeah I was just walking home when I was this giant monster eat some girls intestines and then just as he was about to eat me I was saved by some bloke in Victorian era clothes!' They'd lock her up for good. And what kind of name was John Smith anyways? Who was named John Smith in Two thousand bloody twelve?

Sure, he had saved her life but he could've at least explained who he was, and what the hell that thing was. He called it a "Hoix".

Molly shook away her thoughts and set about getting herself ready for the autopsy. It would be just a quick one she mused. After all, most of the poor girls flesh was missing. She began the work of setting up the room for the pathologist. She was his assistant, barely noticed by him. It was a bit irritating to say in the least, after all she was incredibly helpful. Quiet, kind and helping. What more could a Doctor want?

"Hello Molly." Doctor Carter walked into the mortuary, looking as serious as ever. "Shall we get to this then?" He asked, nodding to the body.

"Right." She said, and they got to it. First was the external examination. They went through the normal procedures. Gender, looks, distinguishing features, what not. Then came the internal examination. Molly placed the rubber block down and stepped away, waiting for Doctor Carvers orders.

"We're going to have to go about this one differently.." He murmured, examining the shreds of flesh and organ caked with dried blood.

"What do you suggest?" She asked, glancing up at him.

"We poke around. See if we can find anything in this mess." Sighing, he bent over to look at the gruesome wound. "Hang on a moment.." He stood up, gesturing for Molly to move closer. "Pass me the tweezers, will you?"

"Right." Molly did as he said, stepping closer to him to see what he had found. "What is it?"

"It's a piece of.. Well.. I don't know." He held up the tweezers, which had an almost crystallized, long, orange tooth. The tooth of the monster that had attacked the woman. "What the bloody hell is this?"

"B-Barry said if we find anything strange to give it straight to him so he can give it to the police. Classified info." She said lowly.

"Will you then?" Doctor Carver asked, putting the tooth in an evidence bag and handing it to her. "Be quick, we've still got work to do."

"Will do." Taking the small bag, Molly walked out of the mortuary and up into Barry's office. Knocking the door, she looked down at the small bag. The tooth sat there, looking harmless and innocent. Less than 24 hours ago that tooth's twins had been about to rip her to shreds. She had never even gotten to thank that man. Was he even still alive? Maybe tomorrow she'd be helping Doctor Carver perform a post-mortem on his body.

"Come in." Barry said, and Molly opened the door, stepping through the threshold. "Oh, it's you. What's up Molls?" He asked, leaning forward in his seat.

"You said to bring you anything strange or weird.. So.. Here.." She put the tooth down on his desk and stepping back. "It seems to be some sort of a tooth of some kind.."

"I can see that.." Barry picked it up, looking at it. "But from what though? Oh well.." He set it back down. "I'll hand it over, they can deal with it. Thanks though. If you see anything else just bring it back, alright?"

"Right." She stepped out of his office, heading back down to where she belonged. The rest of the day fell into a haze. They finished the postmortem with no other incident, and she finished her work quickly so she could head home and take time to get over this.

Taking off her labcoat she walked up to her small office space. Gathering up her things she walked up to the main office. She peeked in, seeing only Abby. "Hey, Abby. I'm not feeling so good so I'm going home early. Mind telling Barry for me?" Molly asked, smiling at Abby. While Abby was a bit cruel sometimes, she understood Molly's need for just some alone time. A break from all the death, even if that break was often spent alone.

"Sure thing." Abby replied, not even looking up. That was the other thing Molly loved about Abby. She rarely asked questions. Sure when she did they were very personal, and sometimes rude, and she never stopped. But most of the time Abby was quiet, too distracted to care. A bit like Sherlock, really.

"Thanks." Molly said, walking out. She ducked her head as she walked to her flat, avoiding the glances of the people around her. At this moment, Molly Hooper really couldn't care less about anything except getting home, curling up with Toby and watching Glee. What could be better?

Molly got to her flat, kicking off her shoes and hanging up her coat by the door before walking into the kitchen to get herself a glass of water. Toby hopped up on the counter, meowing at her.

"What?" She asked, looking down at him, stroking his velvet hair. "You have plenty of leftover food and water in your dish." He huffed and hopped down from the counter. Rolling her eyes, Molly grabbed her glass of water and went into the small living room. She sat down on the deep purple couch, turning on her TV and flipping through the channels when the doorbell rang.

"Coming!" Molly said, heaving herself up and walking to the door. "Yes?" She asked as she opened the door, only to have her smile fall as she stared at the army men with red caps pointing guns at her.

"Molly Hooper?" One of them asked.

"Yes..." She whispered, her voice faltering.

"We're UNIT. We have a few questions for you."

Characters don't belong to me. Please review/send constructive criticism (That doesn't mean "you suck" etc.) Story will be updated every 1-2 weeks depending on how busy I am. Thanks!