"Irene!" The Doctor squeaked. He hadn't seen Irene Adler since his last regeneration. She was the only person that could make him blush crimson red and leave him frazzled even the Master couldn't handle her.
Irene flashed her flirtatious smile. "Hello, Doctor long time no see."
He rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "Oh, you know been busy. W-would you like to come in?"
Irene smiled. "I do love manners." She tapped his chin as walked inside.
The Doctor sighed. "So I've been told. How did you know it was me?" He asked.
"Your TARDIS kind of gave it away." She replied as he showed her to living room. The Doctor offered her a seat on the couch.
"Thank you." She said sitting crossing her long legs.
The Doctor nodded politely. "Just don't take off your coat, okay?" He asked.
"Ah, you remembered." Irene replied happily.
"Yeah and so did Jackie." The Doctor shivered at the memory.
Irene looked at him surprised. "How did you know I told her that trick?"
"Easy I got to the door before Howard did." He frowned sitting in a chair.
She just smirked. "I also see you've regenerated again bit skinny but I do love the tight suit." She eyed him up and down.
"Well, these things happen, what can you do?" He replied flustered.
"I have to admit I'll miss the last one except those big ears." Irene sighed.
Irene leaned forward allowing a shoulder to be exposed. "But I think this one has possibilities." She grinned.
The Doctor cleared his throat and shifted in his seat.
"Anyway, if we're done pointing out my past physical flaws what did you want? If you're looking for Sherlock he's not here." He replied.
She shook her head. "Actually I wanted to see you."
"Me?" The Doctor squeaked.
"Yes, I'm aware that there's an officer's dance coming up, right?" She said sitting back.
The Doctor shrugged his shoulder. "Yeah but if you're thinking of asking Sherlock he's taking Molly."
Irene grinned. "I know that's why Sherlock told me you were going to take me."
That caught his attention. "What!" He yelled.
"Oh, you didn't know?" Irene replied calmly.
The Doctor shook his head. "No, I didn't know. Please explain." He mocked folding his arms.
Irene sighed. "Well, a week ago he asked me but a few minutes ago he'd text me saying he was going with someone named Molly the added you would take me instead."
He pressed his lips and nodded. "I'm going to kill him."
"Is there a problem, Doctor?" She said sitting up straight.
"No, no of course not." The Doctor remarked simply. "I always go out with bold sex crazed dominatrices." He thought bitterly.
"So are you going to take me?" She asked arching her eyebrow.
The Doctor swallowed knowing what would happen if he said no.
He exhaled. "Yeah, why not?"
Irene smiled and stood. "Good, I'll see you, then."
The Doctor just nodded and walked her to the door and watched her leave.
As soon as Irene was gone he leaned against the door frame groaning.
"Hi!" He heard a voice say behind him.
The Doctor glanced over his shoulder and saw John walking in.
"Hi." He grumbled. "You're home early." The Doctor muttered plopping into a chair.
"Yeah, one of the benefits of running your own Doctor's office, I suppose." He said smiling.
John noticed the dread on his face and frowned as he sat in a chair in front of him. "What's wrong?"
The Doctor looked at him scoffing. "I'll tell you what's wrong. Irene Adler was just here."
"What for?" John asked concerned.
He chuckled harshly. "I convinced Sherlock to take Molly to the dance then he turns around and tells Irene I'll be taking her to the dance instead of him."
"So?"
The Doctor shot him a look. "So, I'm screwed!"
He cleared his throat. "I take it you don't like Irene."
"Please even the Master's afraid of her." The Doctor mumbled.
John did his best not to smirk though he did find this funny. "So what are you going to do?"
The Doctor shrugged. "I've got no choice I've got to take Irene. If I don't Sherlock will probably dump Molly once he sees Irene's alone."
"Well, good luck." John said.
"Yeah, thanks. I guess I better go find my tux." He sighed.
John could see he looked miserable and felt bad for him. "Anything I can do to help?" John asked.
The Doctor paused and thought for a second. "Yes, there is."
"What's that?" John asked.
"After this is all over remind me to have my head examined." The Doctor grumbled leaving the room.
"Oh, the Doctor? He's going to the dance with Irene Adler." Those words from Sherlock repeated in Molly's head as she slowly searched through her closet looking for something to wear the dance.
She should've been thrilled to be going with Sherlock but right now it was more like a chore.
Still she was surprised that Sherlock had asked her instead of Irene. Molly had met Irene once. She found her bit risqué and bold but didn't think she was a bad person just comfortable with herself.
Still it didn't stop her jealousy from growing but if that's who the Doctor wanted then so be it, nothing she could do.
After getting dressed Molly stared at herself in her full length mirror. She looked like a different person in her black spaghetti strap dress, matching heels, and her hair was styled in a loose bun.
Molly had to admit she looked really nice but after all this she wondered if it was for the right person.
A/N Hi, just wanted to warn I really don't much about Irene Adler so this is sort of a guess. It's not accurate and for that I apologize. But I hope you like this chapter and thanks for reading! :)