Apologies for the slow update. Testing + writers block= hard to write.

Molly collapsed on her couch with a sigh. Toby hopped up on the cushion next to her and nudged her hand, meowing loudly. "Yes?" She asked as she scratched behind his ears. He meowed again and hopped off the couch, padding over to his food dish.

"Oh, that's what you want." Looking back on it, Toby hadn't been fed all day. Neither had she. Sighing, she got up slowly and walked over to the small kitchen. She got out a can of tuna and opened it. The sound broke through the silence of her apartment as she put the canned fish in the small blue food dish, then picked up his water bowl and filled it up. While he ate she opened up her fridge and looked around before grabbing old leftover pizza. She ate it slowly, thinking about her earlier ordeal. The Doctor... The Doctor.. Doctor What? Who was he?

Sighing, she threw away the rest of the pizza, what little she had had of her appetite had gone and instead she just felt very tired. Picking up Toby, she walked into her room and set him on her bed then got changed into her pajamas. The soft, fluffy and pink material made her feel comfortable, made her feel safe. Warm. Protected.

Drawing back the comforter to her bed, she curled up in her covers and fell asleep.

The next day was gloomy and overcast. Molly pulled her jacket tighter around her as she walked down the streets. She paused to push back her hair when she felt a hand grab at her wrist, pulling her into a small alleyway.

"Hey!" She said, smacking at the owner of the hand, who cried out.

"Ow! Did you have to hit me?" He said, glaring at her. "I was only trying to get your attention."

"You!" Molly gasped suddenly, then began to hit him with her fists again. "You-" smack "Got-" smack "Me-" smack "Into-" smack "So-" smack "Much-" smack "Trouble!" She finished, stepping back and glaring at the tall, skinny man who was dressed in attire that looked like it was from the Victorian era.

"Trouble?" He asked, looking back at her and getting in her face. "What kind of trouble? Who's been troubling you, eh?"

"UNIT. Whatever they are." Molly replied, crossing her arms. "And it wasn't pleasant either so you had better fess up right now and tell me who you are." She glared up at him, and he laughed.

"I'm the Doctor."

"Doctor What?"

"If you wish."

"That's not what I meant though. I mean, I know who you are. They told me that. I want to know.. Y'know. .Who you are, are. If that makes sense." She added hastily, looking down in embarrassment.

"You're curious about me, aren't you?" The Doctor asked, looking at her as if he had just now seen her for the first time.

"Wouldn't you be, if you were me?" She shot back, looking away quickly.

"No, I wouldn't. Because I'm smarter than that." He stated, straightening his bow tie.

"Well you owe me." Molly said, crossing her arms. "I want a full explanation, now."

He frowned down at her. "And how do I owe you, exactly?"

"I was dragged out of my apartment and questioned all because of you! It was terrible! I've been through enough already, thank you very much." She paused, on the verge of tears as she thought about what she personally had gone through.

"Oh yes, yes. I know all about what you've been through. Helping your friend commit suicide, very clever, very clever indeed." He rocked back on his heels. "And then there was that little romance with Jim Moriarty too. Not very clever."

Molly sat there, shell-shocked. "How-How did you-?"

"Know? I looked you up."

"Then you owe me even more!" She said glaring at him again.

"And how, exactly, do I owe you even more?" He looked incredibly bored, as if he wished to just be done with this conversation.

"Because you looked me up without my permission! That's not okay!" She snapped, smacking his arm again.

"Ow!" He said, looking down at it and back up at her. "That hurts you know."

"Well you deserve it." She said, dropping her voice down to a whisper as she noticed people giving her and The Doctor curious glances.

"Fine. I'll make it up to you. Come with me." He held out his hand for her and she hesitantly took it.

"Where are we going?"

"To see an old friend."

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