This is partly Sherlolly (Sherlock/Molly) so if you don't sail said ship I you can bypass the following chapter, but I was prompted again and it seemed appropriate. Also feel free to ignore that it's Sherlock's name and just change it to Matt or something.
This prompt was from the lovely ThinksInWords a.k.a textsfromumbrige on Tumblr.
I own nothing unfortunately.
"Molly Hooper!" The fiery redhead tapped a lost friend on the shoulder.
"Donna! It's you." Before she could continue the two became trapped in a strong embrace neither could remember who started. As they parted the smiles plastered upon their faces betrayed a false sense of maturity they tried to convey.
"What's the best temp in Chiswick doing in the dungeons of St. Barts?"
"Well, Hoops, I'm here to see you, of course, and to drag you on an adventure."
"God, I've missed you, although I have not missed being called that." Molly pulled Donna into another slightly quicker embrace. "When you say adventure, do you mean space, time or Chiswick?"
"If you're asking after the Martian, he's parking, but we'll be lucky if he ends up in this century, let alone in this area."
The 'Martian' in question barrelled through the double doors, he'd clearly gotten lost at least twice and ran at least the length and breadth of the hospital... then again when was he not lost and running.
"Oi! I heard that... Not a Martian, I'm a TimeLord. And I'll have you know that the TARDIS always takes me where I need to be..." His voice paused, trailing away, as he spotted the petite pathologist his eyes had not glanced upon in what felt like a thousand long years. He looked her up and down in the curious way he had done upon their first meeting, before ruffling his browning hair, loosing the gel that held it in it's extravagant place. Hesitantly he took on slow step towards her, before barreling toward the poor woman and engulfing her in a hug. If he weren't so spindly it would have had greater effect, he lifting the giggling woman and spun her round. "And hello to you too, Doctor."
"Molly Hooper! Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes... How is it, living time in the right order? Slow, tedious, filled with dull dwindling hours of torturous non-adventure?" This query was something the Doctor always wondered, he could pop from here to there, and then to where, in a matter of seconds, but Molly had wanted the right order, to live and age alongside her mad detective and not all higgldy piggldy with her mad traveller.
"Perfectly lovely, thank you. I suppose I do miss the wibbly wobblyness of it all sometimes. Although... it seems as if you've been away less time than me, here I am ageing 2 years and you've still not rid yourself fully of the ginger hair." At this Molly and Donna shared a look, that to any other would have seemed a passing glance, but to the two young woman spoke of the devilish trick they'd played two weeks prior to Molly leaving the TARDIS arm in arm with a certain aloof consulting detective. Bursting into hellish fits of laughter, as in their minds eye, The Doctor's startled eyes as he awoke to the oozing of water falling from his scalp was replayed, and the man in front of them once again echoed the same look of confusion, frustration, pride and ego as when he had glanced into the mirror to see the startling ginger of his once dark hair.
"Yep." He popped his 'p' in the way Molly fondly remembered, that voice filled with adventure and madness was difficult to forget, and she most certainly wasn't trying to. "It's technically been, what, 6 months since I last saw you Hooper. Anywho," The Doctor lent back on his heels rolling forward to the balls of his feet, Molly noticed how worn his trainers seemed, they no longer squeaked against the hospital's linoleum and the tattered fabric had seen better days. "ADVENTURE!" The cheeky smile that spread across his narrow face, showing a glimpse of the dazzling teeth this regeneration was blessed with, was accompanied by the grabbing of hands and the fluttering of lab coat, denim jacket and overcoat as the three ran into the definite danger ahead.
When you run with The Doctor, when trouble is echoed with each footstep and aliens are around every corner, you learn to talk and run. There is rarely time to catch up with old friends when in his presence, so now was a good a time as any for Donna to bring up Molly's love life. "So how is lover boy? Still at 221b with Doctor Quite Gorgeous?"
"If you're referring to Sherlock, 'lover boy' is fine, still in the land of the living, thanks to you two."
"And you Hoops, I think you're forgetting you're the main reason that he still lives..."
"Yes, well... Umm, still, thanks." The smile on Molly's face showed the modesty that she felt on the subject, she didn't feel responsible for Sherlock still breathing, even if she was. "And yes, he still lives in 221b, and yes John still lives at 221b and now I live at 221b, which is still a little weird to say, even after a year and a half."
At this The Doctor's pace slowed, although it did not still. "What?..."
"Doctor, don't be silly, life goes on outside of the TARDIS, my lease on the flat ended 6 months after you left, so as most people do I moved in with my boyfriend."
"What?..." Still walking along The Doctor's voice became more confused.
"Which reminds me, I've got some news..."
Donna jumped to the wrong conclusion, as many would when they heard there was news, "Nooooo... Hoops, really?"
"Not what you're thinking, a little less shocking, and it's not Hoops, nor Hooper any more. It's Holmes."
"What!?..." Stopped in his tracks, The Doctor's voice was deep and filled with shock, the adventure drained along with the colour in his face, it was even as if his hair went limp.
"Molls, that's brilliant!" at least Donna seemed happy with the news. Surely it shouldn't be that shocking, the Holmes-Hooper romance had started in the TARDIS after Sherlock's 'death' and continued after his return to the land of the living, when they had both left, closing those cool blue doors behind them.
"No, yes... Brilliant!" And with that The Doctor started running again, gathering speed at a rate of knots.
"Oh, c'mon. With a mind that spans the universe, the size of planets, you really need to work on your 'science of deduction' I've been wearing my wedding ring since I saw you!"
Spinning round slowly splaying his arms out in a form of reveal. "Well, I'm in the right place then aren't I?"
Somehow without knowing it, they had run the streets of London, all the way from Barts to cracked black door, with the crisp bronze number upon it... 221b.
"We're at 221b, why are we at 221b?... you need Sherlock don't you? So it wasn't just an excuse for you to to see me then. It was all to use my husband's skills of deduction." Molly scowled as much as her joy would allow.
"Oh, you know full well it was to see you... In his weird Doctory way, there had to be trouble somewhere I think he brings it with him. And even I miss that snarky brainbox, a little."
The door opened swiftly and with precision. Sherlock who was once caseless, pyjama clad and bored, now stood in a crisp clean suite and dress shirt and an excited gleam in his eye as he'd spotted the bad hair dye and the acrumpled overcoat that came with other world adventure.
"Molly, you're early. Doctor, you're late. And Donna, John's not in, but I'm sure he'll be back in time for you to flirt." The clipped and precise words of the Only Consulting Detective were betrayed by the kiss he gave his wife as they bundled in the door and by the slight smirk he gave his intellectual rival.
In a suspiciously happy mood, even too much for Molly's liking, Sherlock gave Donna a short hug. It lasted seconds but was genuine, passed any common curtesy Sherlock had ever shown the feisty companion previously;
"And hello to you too, BrainBox. I hear you've made Hooper into a Holmes. Finally."
"Yes, finally." He sent a soft smile, that was only ever seen amongst his closest friends and allies, to his wife.
"But I see that you're not here on catching up business. What is is 6 months since you last saw us, in the 2 years you've been absent." At The Doctor's quizzical look Sherlock continued his rambled deductions, words coming out as fast as the running pace of a madman to his blue box. "The hair Doctor, you've not bothered to re-dye it, some form of sentimental nonsense I assume, yet you are letting it grow out. Since Molly and Donna dyed it in your sleep two weeks before we left, your hair growth beneath the hair dye suggests an absence of 6 months. And I also see you're not here on a friendly visit, you need my deductive reasoning to solve some from of alien based crime. Really Doctor, your mind is vast, if you just eradicated some of the sentiment you carry with you I could teach you easily the 'science of deduction'." The Doctor gave a look of dismissal, he wanted a mind filled with space, time, and sentiment, not deductive reasoning.
"From when I last saw you I've been keeping track of abnormal activity across London and many other areas, and using unreadable tabloids and Mycroft's many levels of access and predictable passwords, I hacked Torchwood and found there has been alien activity contributing to the criminal activity in areas of south east London. That happened three weeks ago... Therefore, Doctor, you're late."
The Doctor jumped, literally jumped into the air and around the room a little, spinning round to face Sherlock, grabbing his face, pulling him towards him in an excited wet forehead kiss. "BRILLIANT!"
The disgusted confusion that crossed Sherlock's face lasted a moment, until he heard the words of praise fall the lanky man's lips, his ego couldn't resist it.
Now of course, Molly couldn't resist breaking apart the two, enough to grab their shoulders and stretching ruffle their hair. "Oh, look at my mad boys, all excited about aliens, and trouble, and crime."
Both 'mad boys' batted away the offending arms that loosened the gel and frizzed the curl of their hairs.
"Okay, I hate it when I have two lanky men with that look of excited understanding on their smug Martian and genius faces, tell me what's going on..."
"Clones, Donna, Clones! People created by the Auton race... living plastic, something these eyes have never seen, last time they were about, they got Mickey" in his usual way the 'key' was pronounced with exuberance. "And I met Rose..." A silence hung between them and for the moment the Doctor's eyes shone with loss, they all knew and it had come to a time when hugging him would along prolong his moments heartbreak. "...ummm, yes and yes, Auton clones..." The excitement entered back into his voice. "They're killing people and taking their form, using that form to kill more people and taking those forms... In other words a slow invasion. They're difficult to spot, bar some signs, one being how plastic they look, and then there's the hair, they haven't quite got hair right yet, which means we're currently off the prime target list. That's why I need you Sherlock, and you're keen eye, Molly and her loveliness, and Donna with her scathing sarcasm and brilliant gingerness."
"Oi!" The two woman chorused. "Is that all we're good for?!" Now that was a sight to strike fear into any right minded man or TimeLord, two sets of focused eyes, crossed arms and pursed lips.
"Yes... No, no, no, no, NO!"Digging a hole as only The Doctor could Sherlock decided to intervene, and very unlike himself resolved rather than increasing an awkward situation.
"I think what The Doctor is trying and failing miserably to convey, is that he got his prorites a little confused, we need you two, because you're always the ones to save this fool when his thought up on the go plan looses precision and any glimpse of a plan!"
"Oh, yes!" The Doctor sent a wink towards the two woman and the uncomfortable man, as he swiped his arm in front of him in an effort to grab thin air and convey his enthusiasm. "C'mon, we best run... John's just turned up and we need to grab him, while I think up a terribly brillliant plan, and we save the human race with three doctors, two geniuses and one fiery redhead."
"Doctor, I know that you're quite clever, but is counting not your strong suite? There are five of us and you seem to make it six." Molly piped up.
"Aha, but I am a Doctor and a genius!"
And with that they ran down the creaking stairs, grabbing the wrist of the passing army Doctor, past the streets of 221b and into the opening doors of a startlingly blue box, they had some work to do.