John and Sherlock heard a whirring outside of 221B as they were sitting down for tea.
"Do you think?" John asked, perking up.
"Maybe!" Sherlock said excitedly, jumping up and running down the stairs, not bothering to grab his jacket. John rolled his eyes and followed, grabbing both his and the detective's coats. They made it outside and darted across the street into the alleyway where the blue police box was now resting. The doors were thrust open and the Doctor came stumbling out, fixing his dark red bow tie.
"John! Sherlock! How lovely to see you again! How long has it been?" The Doctor smiled widely, putting his arms around both of the baker street boys.
"Four months..." John answered.
"How long has it been for you?" Sherlock asked.
"Oh, ages... First there were dinosaurs... Then a cyborg mercenary... Then these little black boxes, they were interesting."
"Where are the Ponds?" John asked.
"Having some personal time. After the cube invasion they need it. I was in their hair far too much! Now, let's see these watches, how many are there? You said two?"
"Well, Doctor... that was weeks ago." Sherlock said, "There are five now."
"Have you opened the new three?" He asked, worriedly.
"Of course not. We only opened the one. We wouldn't risk opening another."
"Good! Let's go get them then, where are they?" The Doctor asked turning to his box.
"Uh.. Barts... But Doctor, maybe we should take a cab? Don't want to risk slipping into that third universe." Sherlock suggested and the Doctor smiled.
"Very true! To a cab then! How domestic. I haven't taken a cab in ages!" They all three piled into a car and headed for St. Barts. Whent hey filed into the room, Molly was excited and confused the see a third man.
"Who's he?" She asked, somewhat shyly.
"I'm the Doctor." He answered plainly, giving her a smirk.
"Doctor of what?" She asked, he was relieved she didn't ask who.
"Whatever you like." He responded, she laughed nervously.
"So you're a doctor of... Medicine? Biology? Chemistry? Cake decorating? What?" She rambled.
"Yes to all four!" He smiled brilliantly as Molly let out a small laugh, "Though I much prefer the last one."
"Can we stop babbling and get to the watches?" Sherlock rolled his eyes and sat down.
"Right, sorry!" The Doctor floated over to the table where Sherlock had lain out all five watches with print outs of their images.
"What does it say?" He asked.
"They're name... All these watches belonged to particular Time Lords." He picked up the images and set them back down, he picked up a pen and translated. John read behind him.
"The Professor... Caretaker... Intelligencer... Thespian... Maestro?" He read maestro slowly, looking around.
"What kind of names are those?" Molly asked, leaning in next to the Doctor.
"The names we chose. The ones we lived by... I knew the Mestro... He was better known to all of you as Beethoven, Jim Morrison... And recently as..."
"Pop sensation Justin Beiber?" Sherlock said, bored, "If I was a murderer seeking out Time Lords I would want to go for him too. Bloody awful, he shouldn't even be allowed in London."
"I quite like his music..." Molly said quietly.
"So why would a Time Lord who's been someone as great as Beethoven and Morrison be... Bieber?" John asked.
"The fob watch..." The Doctor said, "He put his Time Lord consciousness in it... Created a life for himself where no one would expect... It's kind of brilliant."
"And did you know any of the other ones?" Sherlock asked.
"I knew them all, briefly. We were all in the academy together."
"There's a Time Lord academy?" John asked, perplexed, his mouth assuming it's usual position in a half gape.
"Of course, how else do you think we become Time Lords?" The Doctor asked, expecting it to be obvious.
"I thought that's what your people were called..." John said.
"Of course not, Time Lord is a honor bestowed upon us. Everyone else is just... Gallifreyan."
"What are you going on about? His people? Time Lords... What are you, some sort of alien?" Molly said, jokingly.
"Yes." The Doctor replied matter of factly. Molly laughed as she reached into her pocket.
"You know... I've always had this too... Ever since I can remember..." Molly said, pulling out a watch, "When they started looking at these, I thought... Hey, maybe I belong to some secret watch club I never knew about." She went to open it but the Doctor stopped her.
"No, wait... Molly, right?"
"Yeah."
"Don't open that... not yet." He carefully took the watch out of her hand and gave it to Sherlock, "Scan that, would you?" Sherlock took the watch and did just that. The Doctor read the Gallifreyan over his shoulder, writing down the name.
"Molly... Did you get this from your father?" He asked.
"I think? He died right after I was born."
"Right, this isn't yours... It's his."
"Apothecary?" John asked, reading the name, "He was a scientist?"
"He was a biologist... He's the reason I went to school for..." Molly stopped talking, her eyes widened as she started accepting what was happening.
"He invented a lot of our remedies... But he disappeared before the time war. He ran away with all the weapons we could have used against the Daleks, the ones he was commissioned to make. He was a hero to some, and a traitor to most. He was on his last regeneration, so they all considered him a coward."
"Am I a Time Lord?" Molly asked.
"Half, I'm assuming. But you have this..." The Doctor held it up.
Sherlock butted in, "And if this killer is targeting people with the watches... Well that means that you, Molly Hooper, are definitely in danger."
I hope you found that interesting!