Alright! finally, chapter seven! This took a really long time!thank you all for reviewing, and I will try to get a certain character back into the next few chapters! enjoy this one! some angst, but not Morbidbydefault level of angst, but someday, I will get to that point. So be very wary of my fics!Muahahahaha!
I own nothing but the witty puns, shameless plugs at myself(if there are any in this chapter), and the villans, I made them up!
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Sherlock trailed the alien man close behind. They were practically running through the hospital, fortunately seeing little to no patients or doctors. The case was the strangest one Sherlock had ever had, and by experience, this was only going to get worse for then on. They were halfway across the hospital when he finally acknowledged Molly Hooper, whowas desperately trying to keep up with him. He smiled unconsciously, Molly was usually very fast, having a track record in school,but she could not match Sherlock's long limbs. She still tried though, and that was a valiant effort all on it's own. Too bad she had migraines , n insecure personality, and a swollen wrist today, she could have a bigger group of friends, given her criteria. Sherlock stopped in his tracks, which is quite a feat considering his momentum and amount of inertia his height creates. he made out the problem instantly in is head:
Molly's personality mirrored the victims, the first one was praised in the local newspapers for being practically mother Teresa, and having a minute set of friends. the second was obvious. Molly, meek, stuttering, apologizing for things she didn't do, trying and failing to win over Sherlock's affections subtly, most likely consulting some sort of therapist to try to sort out her confidence. She was a perfect target for the killer or killers. she was showing symptoms too, the swelling. Her migraines were new to the case though, they might not be part of it. Sherlock came to the conclusion and thought;
'Damn alien, interrupting my thoughts, distracting me, mustn't let it happen again.' he spun around to Molly, half expecting her to be dead already. Alas, she was not, instead, Molly ran up the hall unsuccessfully, dodging other patient that seemed to appear out of nowhere. The effort was somewhat amusing to Sherlock. He almost smirked, but stopped himself, she needed to stop, and she couldn't know just yet, she had to find out with the Doctor, it would minimize time, and she couldn't cry in the middle of the hospital like this. Sherlock had to be somewhere private, who knows what could be watching.
"Molly, stop." he said as she stumbled closer to him. Molly did a was told, absolutely exhausted. Her hair was in a disarray, strewn everywhere. Molly was breathing heavily, then collapsed onto the floor. She was propped on her knees, shoulders slumped, arms limp as a noodle. Molly's head was hung in a defeat to tiredness, which surprised Sherlock, she usually would keep her head up unless she was too dejected to function. The pathologist extrodanair started to loll to the right, but Sherlock straightened her out, stooping to her level.
"What's wrong Molly?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow. At his voice, Molly woke up from her trance-like state. Her eyelids raised substantially when she looked at how close he was to her. She felt his eyes staring into her soul, and blushed. Molly looked around feverishly at her surroundings, and looked confused at how she had gotten onto the ground. She spoke finally;
"Uh, er...I don't know, I just felt a little light headed, and you told me to stop...I guess I'm fine now, though. I thought I could run that far, but I guess no-
Sherlock cut her off by placing his spidery finger to her lips. He stood up, taking her hands and boosting her up as well. When the two were up and steady, he stalked away from her, to the direction of John's office.
The Doctor investigated the window of John's office. The glass looked as if someone had taken a battering ram to it. John had reported that no one was there though, the window was fine. 'strange' he pulled out his sonic screwdriver, and started to scan the pane. No energy signature out of the ordinary were present.
Later, when the Doctor was scanning the desk, Sherlock trailed into the room.
"Anything yet?" He inquired, scowling at every item in sight. The Doctor frowned and shook his head.
"Nothing at all, radiation is all normal, and it seems nothing came in here." The doctor suddenly pointed at the wall. "But! there is this!" he gestured to a strange dent that was on the wall. There were cracks crawling out of the crater in the wall, but they were unnatural. They looked like a technological imprint. Sherlock whipped out his magnifying glass and pressed it to the wall. The cracks had a film around the edges, a sort of sulfuric powder. Sherlock instinctively took an evidence bag and filled it as much as he could with the mysterious powder.
During his silent work, the doctor noticed Molly Hooper enter the room, flustered a bit. The doctor waved at Molly, she was a sweet person, timid, but with great intentions to please. She remained loyal to Sherlock, as she was a true believer of Sherlock's mind, and heart. She reminded him of many of his previous companions, and if times were different, he would take her on many adventures. Alas, this was not the case, so the doctor had to settle with being alone.
Sherlock beckoned the doctor over to his workspace. He pointed to the evidence bag.
" this film was covering the cracks, there is a few ways I can identify it, but it will take time, which I do not believe we have an abundance of." the doctor wrapped his arm around Sherlock's neck in a brotherly sort of manner. Sherlock flinched slightly at the gesture, since he could feel his hearts beat against his side. The beats were very powerful, and not normal at all.
" well, we do not have time,"he said ironically, " but I Do have something that can speed up the process of finding the element, and what made the dent. To the Tardis!" he unlatched his arm fro Sherlock's neck and ushered them to the door.
"the Tar-what?" Molly asked, flabbergasted.
"You'll see!" the doctor called out from the hallway. She was gently pushed out of the door by Sherlock.
The unlikely trio strolled out of Bart's, and crossed the street towards an alleyway adjacent to the hospital. The street was littered with the remnants of previous homeless people.
"What are we doing here exactly?" Molly asked, stepping closer to Sherlock. The doctor regarded her concern, and took out a key.
"We are going to step into this box, and retrieve a certain device." He answered, assuring her. The box in question, was a blue police box from the sixties.
" Is this a joke?" Sherlock snapped at the doctor, scowling at the childish man. "If it is, it's not funny, there are lives at stake here Doctor! Important ones!" The Doctor and Molly Hooper were both surprised at that statement. No one was important to Sherlock, except his friends, of course, but who in his list of friends was in danger? The doctor turned back to his box, and opened the door, stepping inside. Light poured through the windows and door, as if there was an electrical inside. The doctor, seeming to notice their absence stuck his head out of the door and exclaimed;
"Well come on in then! There's plenty of room!" Sherlock glanced at Molly, who was very close to him now, as if she was afraid to leave his proximity. She was anxious, but very curious at the same time. She was the next target, and there was a huge chance that nobody could protect her for long. A feeling unknown to Sherlock rose in his chest slightly, clenching his stomach and heart. He deemed it as nerves, he was probably just as anxious as she was, only for her life. She helped him in many ways, and he couldn't lose a valuable asset to his job. the detective and the pathologist stepped into the box. They both were spellbound at what they saw.
The Doctor couldn't help but chuckle at their reactions. Molly's mouth hung open in a small 'o' shape like a child at their first magic show, while Sherlock was slightly angry, like the child at the same magic show trying to figure out all of the tricks, but the closer he looked, the less he could figure out, the room was even more perplexing than before. Molly looked at the Doctor, trying to make out words.
"It's bigger on the inside, yes?" he pulled the words like flowers from her mind. She nodded, mesmerized.
"B-but What is it?" she asked, eyes wide.
"It's the Tardis, Time And Relative Dimensions In Space, my granddaughter Susan came up with it." he said, obviously basking in nostalgia. Molly nodded slowly and unsurely. The doctor laughed and ran up to the console in the middle of the orange room, skidding on the glass floor that was suspended by several small staircases, and a mass of cords and other technology. the scene was truly magnificent. The alien pulled open a compartment near the bottom of the console, taking out a mirror-like instrument with several levers and buttons. He pumped his fist in a victorious gesture.
"Now let's test this beauty out, shall we!" He exclaimed, racing back to the group. The Doctor pointed the mirror at Molly, who was utterly confused by the device.
"What is that?" she inquired as the doctor messed with the device.
"Oh, it's a gift from a relative, it helped me very much on a case wit Vincent Van Gogh once, you know, he fancied a friend of mine, old Vincent. Didn't turn out very well, she was engaged and her fiancé' was erased from history. She didn't remember though, long story, too much...sadness..." His eyes flashed a sad shimmer for a moment, like he had remembered something terrible. "oh well, see, this is what it does." he showed Molly the machine, where stats had popped up. they went as so:
Molly Hooper
31
Human-female
Pathologist
Marital status-nothing at this point in her time stream
pet-toby, the cat
list of illnesses;
the doctor pulled it away, since his point was proven
"It works still! thank you Molly Hooper, you are An absolute beauty!" He pulled her in for a quick but powerful hug. This made Molly Hooper flustered, her cheeks flushed the deepest red they could muster, and her migraines started up again, like clockwork. She winced in pain. Noticing the reaction, The doctor unlatched himself from Molly. His dark eyes were filled with concern.
"Are you alright, Molly?" he asked, gently gripping her shoulders and looking into her eyes. Molly rubbed her eyes rhythmically and answered sheepishly;
"Just headaches, I've had them for awhile, but there's nothing to worry about, my Doctor said they were normal for my age and work level, I have long nights at the morgue. Trust me, I-I'm fine." the doctor frowned fatherly. He turned to Sherlock, who had been unknowingly designated as Molly's sort of protector by the Doctor. He was staring angrily into the Tardis's interior, trying and failing to figure out it's secrets. The doctor snapped his fingers in Sherlock's face, bringing him back.
"Sherlock, Molly's got migraines, did you know about this?" Sherlock looked at Molly slightly more apathetically than the Doctor had looked at her.
"Yes, and I believe they are significant to the case." he turned to face them with his whole figure. " She is a meek person, much like the two victims, She is not confidant at all, and her hand is swollen for no apparent reason. Sound familiar?" The doctor pieced two and two together.
"You think she's next, don't you?"He asked gravely. Sherlock nodded. Molly's knees buckled from shock. The doctor crouched to give her support. She asked Sherlock with eyes pleading, brimming with tears.
"W-why me? How? I didn't even meet anyone weird or experience anything out of the ordinary!" Molly's eyes were brimming with tears, her hormones out of control under the stress. "When did you figure it out?"The foul tang of the unknown feeling bubbled up inside of Sherlock once again, this time even stronger. His body was betraying him, again. Sherlock could barely speak out of the feeling, but he made out;
"I don't know why Molly, but when you came to help me earlier, you seemed off, which began my suspicion, but when you fell in the hallway, it confirmed it." His voice was void of emotion, but his eyes were strangely apologetic. Molly's lip quivered, trying not to sob. The doctor looked at Sherlock accusingly.
"Why not tell her earlier, Sherlock? Did you have to wait until her most vulnerable moment to break the news to the woman who would do anything for you? Her life is at stake!" The doctor stopped mid-rant, and paused his anger for a moment to comfort Molly, who was silently breaking down.
"We will find these aliens and stop them Molly, you're going to be safe, but I need you to be strong. Like you usually are. You need to calm down." He shot the detective a look, then proceeded to tell her, "Now I am going to scan the dent and powder to find the culprit, in the meantime, you should stay here with Sherlock and keep him out of trouble. He'll keep you company until I come back, right Sherlock?" he returned his gaze to Sherlock, who was scowling at him.
"Of course." he sneered. The doctor smiled at Molly and kissed her on the forehead brotherly, and made his way out of the Tardis.
"Take care of her like you two were married and she was pregnant Sherlock." He called to him, and laughed like it was some sort of inside joke, leaving Sherlock Holmes and Molly Hooper in the Tardis, for better or for worse.
Okay, explanatory after chapter note, the Doctor does seem a little distant, I know, but he is still recovering from Amy and Rory, so he is a little more bitter and mood-swingy than he would usually be...also, Molly's track thing I made up, I think she would have been a runner for a short while. A thought to ponder, what is that mysterious feeling Sherlock is feeling toward a hurt Molly, and what inside joke does the Doctor have for them?I might actually come around to answering them in later chapters!
I watched new Hobbit trailer...Oh my god Smaug! can't wait, love that franchise!
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