"For God's sake, Molly, get out! I can't work with all your idiotic suggestions distracting me!" the angry voice from the lab followed the poor girl as she dashed out the heavy metal door, tears threatening to spill from her eyes. Molly was so upset at her most recent failure to assist Sherlock while he was on the case that she didn't notice the man leaning against the wall by the door. She started when he spoke.
"Is he always that rude?" asked the tall, skinny man. He leaned against the door with a foot on the wall, arms crossed over his chest as he studied the distraught woman standing there surprised. He stood up and began to walk toward her, taking off the black glasses that he didn't really need all the time and said, "do you enjoy working with that ego?"
"Sherlock just gets that way when other people get in his way," Molly quickly replied, being used to defending Sherlock against naysayers, "you learn to deal with him because he's the cleverest at what he does. Who are you, by the way?"
"Ah, well," the stranger began, "I am called the Doctor."
"This is a hospital. Which doctor?" Molly frowned at the man, who as she looked seemed to get more and more attractive.
"Just the Doctor, I'm afraid. You wouldn't be able to say my real name. Would you like to go for a walk? I have something I'd like to show you," the Doctor grinned at the confused pathologist. "I do believe you'll quite like the change from that man, Sherlock you called him."
"Where are we going?" Molly asked as she followed the mysterious character down to the ground floor of St. Bart's and out onto the pavement. "How long will I be gone? Sherlock might need my help soon."
"From the looks of it I don't think he'll want your help for a while and time is such a subjective thing, especially when you really understand how it progress. You see time isn't really a straight progression of events. It's really a big ball of intertwining paths of timey wimey stuff. It's quite fascinating actually," the Doctor 'explained'. "Now here's what I wanted to show you," as he stopped in front of an old blue police box in an alley. "You see I haven't quite told you all about myself yet…"
"I've never seen this here," Molly interrupted. The box hadn't been there this morning when Molly had walked into work and so it intrigued her that it was there now. "Did you put this here?" she demanded of the man.
"Patience. How about we have a look inside and then I will explain it to you. You see I quite would like if you would join me for a bit of a trip, to be my companion per say," the Doctor opened the door to the police box and ushered poor, confused Molly inside. She gasped at the vast dimension of the room in front of her, wondering how it all fit in the ally and the little blue box.
"What is this place?" she gasped.
"It's a T.A.R.D.I.S." the Doctor replied calmly.
"How does all this fit in the tiny blue box?" Molly couldn't stop staring at all the strange technology and space inside the box.
"Well, it does. A T.A.R.D.I.S. is a Time And Relative Dimensions In Space transport system. This blue box can take you anywhere and anywhen in the entire universe," the Doctor gave a slight chuckle, "want to take her for a spin?"
"Who are you really that you have this, this Tardis?" Molly accused the Doctor with her glare and slowly backed toward the door.
"I'm a Time Lord, from another world that died ages ago," the weary time traveler explained. "I use this T.A.R.D.I.S to fix time and space when things go wrong. I'd like to take you with me to help fix it, if that's alright with you."
Molly pondered what the strange Doctor had said. She didn't feel like trying to return to the lab to face Sherlock's probable wrath, and the attractive stranger seemed like quite an interesting character, she doubted that he would try to hurt her. Suddenly, a longing to experience more than London burst forth in her mind. She grinned at the Doctor and said, "sure, count me in! At least for one trip!"
The Doctor smiled broadly at that and set the T.A.R.D.I.S. hurtling through time and space. Molly was extremely glad she had left the white washed hospital and angry Sherlock and looked forward to this new adventure with the Doctor.
