Molly had gotten off work leaving Sherlock and the Doctor at the lab so she was surprised see to the blue box outside the building.
She wondered if it was possible he was already in there, it didn't seem likely but her curiosity got the best of her.
She slowly went towards it to tap on the door but it opened startling her.
He poked his head out and frowned. "This isn't where I wanted to go."
Molly cleared her throat. "Uh, hello."
He looked at her and smiled. "Oh, hello!"
"How did you get here so fast?"
"Well, she is a pretty fast machine." He boasted.
Molly nodded. "So if you're leaving why didn't you just go to Sherlock's house?"
He sighed. "I was but she decided to bring me here instead."
"What do you call your spaceship?" She asked.
"It's called the TARDIS, stands for time and relativity dimension in space." He explained.
Molly looked it over in awe. "Did you build it?"
The Doctor shook his head. "TARDIS's are grown not built."
Her eyes widen and she gently touched the side of the TARDIS."
"It's beautiful." She said admiring the blue color.
The TARDIS gave a light hum causing Molly to jump.
"Did I do something wrong?" Molly asked.
He grinned. "No, that means she likes you. It's very rare when the TARDIS likes anyone."
"Really?" She smiled.
He nodded as it hummed again. "The TARDIS just said you're pretty, too."
Molly blushed. "Thank you. Well, I'll just be going now."
"Nice meeting you Molly Hooper. I hope I get to see you again." He smiled before going back inside.
She stood and watched as the TARDIS disappeared before walking home.
The Doctor finally landed the TARDIS in Mrs. Hudson's backyard.
He sighed and felt uneasy; knowing Sherlock he had probably not told John and Mrs. Hudson he was coming.
The Doctor stepped on the front step and prayed that the reaction of his sudden arrival would be a positive one.
He knock on the front door and was greeted by a small cheerful elderly woman.
"Hello, can I help you?" She smiled.
"Hello, I'm the Doctor. I'm a friend of Sherlock's." He replied.
"Oh, yes Sherlock told me you were coming. Come in, please."
The Doctor smiled and stepped into the house and followed her.
He glanced around her home, it was warm and nice.
"I'm Ms. Hudson and just so you know I'm Sherlock's landlady not his housekeeper." She explained.
He smirked. "Okay."
"However I did prepare you a room."
"Oh, no that's okay. I have somewhere I can stay." He quickly said.
Ms. Hudson stopped him. "Nonsense, it's all settled. You're a guest and I insist you stay here."
He blushed. "Alright and thank you, Ms. Hudson."
Ms. Hudson grinned and pinched his cheeks.
"Oh, you're such a sweet boy! Maybe you can teach Sherlock how to be polite." She smiled.
He chuckled. "I'll do my best, Ms. Hudson."
Just then there was a door slam.
"Aw, that must be Mr. Watson." She said.
John's excited footsteps could be heard throughout the house.
"Ms. Hudson, I saw a police box outside! Is he here?" He grinned.
John's eyes widen when he saw the Doctor.
"You're him! You're really him!" He exclaimed.
"Yep and you must be John Watson." The Doctor replied.
John started shaking his hand. "It's an honor! I've heard all about you!"
"Really, how?" He said.
A sheepish smile formed on John's face. "A couple of my friends used to work at U.N.I.T."
"Of course U.N.I.T. Why am I not surprised?" He muttered.
"Well, you must be tired. I'll show you to your room." Ms. Hudson said.
"Thank you." The Doctor replied.
She led him down the hall to his room.
"I hope you like it." She smiled.
He opened the door and grinned. "Ah, it's lovely! Nice and bright; Oh, this is brilliant!"
Ms. Hudson blushed. "Thank you. Now I'll let you get settled, yeah?"
He thanked her again then started looking around the room.
The room had pale yellow wallpaper, a window with white lace curtains, a wood dresser and mirror.
The bed was big and comfy with old-fashioned quilts on it; he couldn't help but grin.
The Doctor had never had his own room before even in the Time Lord Academy he had to share with the other boys.
He started bouncing on the bed, chuckling until he was interrupted by Sherlock's snickering.
He leaned against the door frame.
"Having fun?" He smirked.
The Doctor grinned. "Yes, yes I am!"
Sherlock rolled his eyes. "Well, if you're done dinner's ready."
"Thanks!" He replied and continued bouncing.
Sherlock then chuckled. "How old are you now, Doctor?"
The Doctor thought about it. "902."
"Well, you need to start acting like it." He playfully scolded.
The Doctor smirked. "If I did then I would be you."
Sherlock chuckled. "Touché!"
The Doctor grinned and followed Sherlock to the kitchen.
That night Molly was pacing the floor in her living room in deep thought.
She had been thinking about how to capture Sherlock's attention then her thoughts turned to the Doctor.
Molly noticed how the two of them got along and how Sherlock actually listened to him.
She wondered how much influence he could have on Sherlock, maybe even get him to notice her.
The wheels in her mind started turning; if she could just convince Sherlock that she and the Doctor were a couple then maybe it would make him jealous.
Molly cringed and quickly dismissed the thought.
"How could I even considered such an underhanded idea? The Doctor is so nice and kind and he's Sherlock's friend." She thought.
Still she really did like Sherlock and as long as the Doctor knew what was going on then it wouldn't seem so wrong.
Molly nibbled the tip of her thumb and stared at the phone.
After debating whether to call the Doctor she took a deep breath and started dialing Ms. Hudson's number.
After a couple of rings she started to lose her nerve until she heard the Doctor's cheerful voice.
"Hello?"
Molly could feel the guilt growing but kept going.
She took a deep breath before answering. "Hello, Doctor? This is Molly. Listen, could we please meet somewhere after work? I need to talk to you."