Some people had been wondering which doctor is the one in this fic, and honestly, this doctor is a made-up one. I was originally trying to write it with 11, but he seemed too out-of-character, so. This doctor is a made up one, I guess...? It's confusing.

Hope you enjoy!

"I'm not the first one in here, am I?….I mean, obviously, besides you."

It's been nearly a month since Molly first set foot into the TARDIS, and the Doctor is fiddling with the control panels. Molly looks at him nervously, and he refuses to look up. Sometimes the Doctor is like that, he just stops and goes silent and doesn't look at her and refuses to answer her questions. Molly sighs and leans against the wall, staring down at her shoes. The only sound was the soft taps of the buttons on the TARDIS being pressed. Molly let her mind wander back to when she still worked at Barts, and the only interesting thing was when Sherlock came over to investigate. It seemed like an eternity ago.

"Yes."

The Doctors voice breaks the silence and Molly looks up, startled. The Doctor sighs before continuing, still refusing to look her into the eye.

"You aren't the first person I've traveled with, Molly, and to be honest, you won't be the last." He took a deep breath. The Doctor stands up straight and looks Molly into the eye and walks towards her.

"Molly Hooper. Everyone who travels with me…It's….complicated." He crosses his arms and looks down at his fingers.

"It's-it's alright, you don't have to-explain." Molly forces one of her smiles and begins twiddling with her fingers.

"No, no, it's alright. I guess I'd have to talk to you about this anyways, and…." The Doctor lowers his gaze and walks over to the TARDIS's control panels. After pulling some plugs and turning some mechanical things which Molly never understood, the TARDIS begins whirring. After a few seconds, the doors to the box open. Molly peers out and she sees the busy bustle of cabs, cars, and she breathes in the scent she has known for so long. London.

"Molly." The Doctor joins her and steps outside, hands in his pockets.

"So, Molly." The Doctor tilts his head up to feel the cool breeze, and closes his eyes slightly. "You know I regenerate, and to be honest, I've just started to loose count of how many times I've regenerated. Which means I've met so, so many people. And I've lost all of them. Molly Hooper, you cannot believe how many people I've known are just….gone. Gone, and it's mostly my fault."

"No, Doctor, don't say that!" Molly knit her eyebrows together and looked up at him. The Doctor just looked down and smiled sadly.

"You know I'm not a modest man, Molly. I won't say things I don't mean."

The Doctor stares up at the sun before he continues. "There was a girl once, and I picked her up like I did you. Her name was Rose, and she…together we did so many things, and I loved her. I truly, truly loved her. And she loved me too. She was fantastic, and, in the end, I had to let her go. And I never got to really say goodbye.

She's not the only one. Donna, Martha, Mickey, Amy and Rory, River Song….and they're all gone."

"…what happened? To each of them, what happened?" Molly knows this is a difficult situation for him, but she knows from experience that sometimes talking about things like those help.

"I'm a timelord. I live forever. Which means you can spend the rest of your life with me, but I can't spend the rest of mine with you. Everyone who travels with me either leaves, or dies. That's how it works, Molly." A long period of silence hung in the air.

"I-I knew someone. Kinda like your Rose, except, he didn't love me back." She knows this isn't a great time to bring up her own problems, but… "He was-or is, frankly, I don't know if he's alive during this time period right now, a genius." She fiddles with her fingers, "A pure genius, he knew everything about everyone, just with one look, and he didn't have time for…you know."

The Doctor nodded and he slowly turned and faced the ground. He rocks back and forth on his heels until he looks up again and smiles a worried smile at Molly. "Molly, do you know what day it is?"

Molly looked up at the sky, and at the snowflakes dancing across the air. She smiled. "It's winter. And there's cars, so not too far away from the 2000's….?"

The Doctor nodded slightly. "It's the same day you first came onto the TARDIS."

Molly felt her cheeks burn. looking beside her, she saw the he towering concrete building she knew too well; Barts.

She turned her attention to the Doctor. "W-why would you bring me here?"

"Because, Molly, I'm offering you a choice. I know you so well, and I know you know that, so here it is.

Molly, you're magnificent. An amazing companion, and honestly, the only one who doesn't wander off when I tell them not to. But I know you can't travel with me forever." The Doctor takes a deep breath before continuing. "Here's your chance to leave. I know what you're going to say," the Doctor raises a finger as soon as Molly opens her mouth to argue, "that you don't want to leave me alone and you don't want me to travel through all of time alone. You've got a life here, Molly, one you can't leave behind. I know how you look out the windows, wishing to come back. I'm not an idiot."

Molly just stares up into the eyes of the man she's traveled with, the man who showed her weeping angels and what happens in the future and billions of planets. The man that she saved worlds with, the man who she trusted her life with. Silence hung in the air.

After a while, Molly reached up and pressed a small kiss to his cheek. "You'll come visit, won't you?"

The Doctor smiles warmly. "Of course."

*screams* I DON'T KNOW HOW TO FINISH THIS THIS IS SO CONFUSING

Anywho! Thanks for reading, and honestly, I hate the ending too. This is like, and unfinished chapter ish? I don't know.