The Mad Man and Molly
"RUN!"
Molly didn't even see who the hand belonged to as he dragged her away from the morgue. She barely had time to get her balance back and keep up.
"W-wait, I-!"
"Sorry, no time! In here!"
This time at least, she could recognise the voice. It was the second strange man – the one who'd saved her life. She stumbled as she was pulled into the nearest room, the man in the pinstripe suit and converse following after, breathing heavily and yet grinning at the same time.
He turned to face her, and as he did she noticed something pass by the door, a great dark shadow that was taller than should really be possible. Trying not to panic, she breathed in deeply. Just her luck – she knew she should have gone home hours ago. But she hadn't. Sherlock had wanted her to do those extra tests for him, and, well...
...Here she was again. Looking at someone who, for some mad reason, thought that danger was something to smile at.
"I left my samples back there," she said, feeling silly at the same time that this was all she could think of to say. But it was true and it was important – those had been what she'd been working on for Sherlock, and-
"You can get more samples. You work with dead people. There's not going to be another one of you, so you take care of yourself, hm?"
There was an odd look in his eyes, and it was only then that she realised, just as he was moving to open the door.
"You're older. But – it's only been a few months..."
"Oh... you know how it goes," he said, making a face as he did so, hand touching the doorknob. "Friends come, friends go... happens to everyone. Now," he said, expression changing rapidly, just as it had the last time they had met, "you're going to stay in here. Safe. I don't want you getting into trouble with that thing. Unless it comes in here – then you're free to run like hell and hope it doesn't catch up. Okay? Good!"
And with that, he was gone. She waited for a good hour, back against the door and knees up to her chin, trying to be as small and out of sight as possible, until she finally decided that whatever had happened was probably over, and the strange mad man hadn't told her.
Hesitantly, she made her way back to the lab she'd left the samples and notes she'd taken for Sherlock, and let out a sigh of relief upon seeing that they were all still there and intact.
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AN: Same Doctor as last time, and he does recognise her this time!