Molly watched John as he left the graveyard. She waited until he was out of sight, then sat in front of Sherlock's grave.
"I can make a deal."
Molly jumped. She spun around. A short, balding man in an almost completely black suit stood there.
"Hello, my name is Crowley." He stuck out a hand. She nervously shook his hand.
"I can bring Sherlock back. He won't know. John won't. But I have a price."
"It's been two years, and no one can just bring back someone from the dead." She paused as Crowley raised his eyebrow.
"Only the one person who really wants to help you, Molly Hooper." He said. She stared silently at him.
"Whats your price?"
"Sherlock knows someone. His name is the Doctor. You have to give me the Doctor's coordinates. But you can't let Sherlock know. And you have to give me the coordinates in two weeks."
"Deal." Molly said. What harm could this little man cause anyone? If he said that he could bring Sherlock back...but that was silly. She couldn't get the coordinates from Sherlock if Sherlock was dead. Crowley took out a scroll.
"Sign here please." He said smartly. Molly scanned the old writing, then signed.
"Two weeks?"
"Two weeks." Suddenly, he kissed her on the cheek.
"What the-" Molly started. Crowley disappeared in a blink of an eye.
The clock turned to 2:30. Molly knocked on Watson's door.
"Yes? Oh, Molly."
"Everything is going to get better, John. I promise." Molly turned quickly and started walking down the hall.
"Wait! What do you mean! Molly! Oh, she's almost like-" John shut his door. "-Sherlock."
Molly's phone rang a couple of days later. She went to Baker Street.
"You wanted to see me?" She asked Sherlock hopefully. "How did the meeting with John go? Are you two alright?"
"Um, great. Would you like to, um-" Sherlock stuttered.
"Have dinner-" Molly started hopefully again.
"-Solve Crimes." Sherlock said at the same time.
Molly blushed.
Later, at 221B, Sherlock was interviewing a man and a woman while Molly watched.
"You sure about this?" Molly asked Sherlock. But she was more asking herself. Who was the 'Doctor'? Did Crowley mean John? Why was this Doctor so important?
"Are you sure about this? Should I be making notes?" She asked him.
"If it makes you feel better."
"But that's what John says he does, so if I'm being John-"
"You aren't being John. You're being yourself."
Hours passed by until Molly was at home. She picked up the phone and called John.
"Hello?" His voice was tired from the long day.
"Hey, John. I need to ask you about-"
"Who told you?"
"Who told me what?"
"I almost got burned alive. I'll talk to you tomorrow." John hung up. Suddenly the phone rang again.
"Hello?" Noise and static was interrupted by a calm voice.
"Hello. Who is this?"
"I can't tell you my name. I'm sorry. That man you met today. Crowley. What did he want?"
"No, I-"
"Tell me what he wanted or we'll go international."
"Who are you?"
"Answer or I'll have to-" Static overwhelmed his voice. A long beep sounded.
The next day, Molly went back to her normal life. She heard that Sherlock was out, so she had snuck into 221B, hoping Sherlock had left something important lying around. Suddenly her phone started ringing.
"Oh hello Tom! Not a great time. Uh, call you back? Thanks." She ended the call.
"Is Tom your new boyfriend?"
"What?!" Molly turned around quickly to see Mrs. Hudson standing in the doorway.
"Oh, its okay dear. Come to see Sherlock?"
"Oh, uh, no. I just was-"
"It's okay, Molly."
"I have to go." Molly panicked.
"Is everything alright?"
"Uh, yes. Have you ever heard of someone called 'The Doctor'? Perhaps from Sherlock?"
"Of course dear. Sherlock rambles to himself late at night about him. I at first though he was talking about John, but then-"
"But what?"
"Well, it's ridiculous really."
"Please tell me."
"Time Travel, of all things. And very late at night, sometimes I'll hear this noise, like a plane with it's brakes on, but I investigate and there'll be nothing outside. And then Sherlock goes silent, all night."
"Does Sherlock ever keep anything related to this 'Doctor', I mean, that you know of?"