More you say... why of course! I thought this was sweet. A one-shot in the same AU as the past two-shot, a little shorter and just The Doctor and Molly.

Before Donna etc. Ahhhh! Timelines :L

"Hooooper!" The lanky man's voice resonated through the seemingly empty halls of the TARDIS library, bouncing off everything from his extensive collection of picture books and children's literature, to his leather bound encyclopaedic human history ranging from the age of dinosaurs and Silurians to Molly's own present day.

The spoilers were hidden within racks and rails of costumes past, there was a particularly exciting entry of 'Brain Transplants: The Never-Ending Life of Sherlock Holmes' wrapped within his fourth generation's extravagant scarf. That was, of course, until a panicked moment when Molly had found said scarf, that particular book had found a new hiding place as his scarf had found itself a permanent attachment upon Molly.

A head popped around the corner of a yet another wall of never-ending bookcases, leaning to the side and huge grin plastered across her face and a pile of books barley contained in her arms. Her hair was flowing to the side, his scarf following suit, tendrils of her rusty brown hair escaping and falling across her face and the Doctor couldn't help but mirror the smile; he always chose the beautiful humans to run away with and Molly was no exception, if a good heart were visible, Molly would be the physical representation of the good deeds that had filled her life.

"Sorry, if you lost me. I was in my own little world, reading, thinking." She had been strolling around for hours, never quite sure where her path ended or began, but sure that a TimeLord of 900 odd years should have a lesser ratio of kids' books.

"Thinking, Hooper. That's a dangerous thing. We can't have that, you might just realise you ran away with a mad man in a bigger-on-the-inside-box."

"Oh." The smile was wiped from here features, slowly it melted away, and a small glimpse of fear entered her eyes. She straightened herself up, placing the stack of books on one of the many nearby tables, of an era she wasn't too sure. Taking a step towards the brown suit and burgundy converse that were the epitome of her 'handsome man' (well, every one of his companions had given him a nickname, it was their first greeting after all).

"'Oh'. That's the second most dangerous word in the English language." The Doctor quirked his brow and almost nervously licked his lips, his humour shone through, but he wasn't sure.

"Well…" Her voice was faint as he nervously laughed, short breaths filled with little humour.

"And there's the first."

"Doctor, I've got to go home. To my pokey London flat. To my morgue."

"It's him, isn't it? Why you have to go home, why you can't run with me anymore."

"I was thinking more about Toby, he can't live with my Mum forever, and my job… I worked hard for that job. I can't just run from my responsibilities, not anymore, and neither can you… my handsome man."

"Well…" The Doctor gave himself an appraising look, no matter that Molly didn't really always mean it.

"Well nothing. Anyway you've got places to save and people, people who need to be whisked away; you make people better Doctor. You've made me better, I've had my turn and I think I'll be overstaying my welcome, before too long sexy here would be chucking me out."

Molly affectionately patted the TARDIS walls, a small whir sounded throughout the large room.

"See, she agrees with me. Hooper."

"I'll see you again, handsome. And you know I'll be back, sexy!"

"Don't make promises you can't keep."

"A Hooper promise is a kept promise, any-who, how will London cope without me?" She chuckled, deeply into the warmth of her borrowed scarf, it smelt of time and space and she wasn't quite sure how, but it smelt of another world.

"I can take you back days after we left, seconds. We can escape for one last adventure, we never did meet Walt." He smiled shyly, as if asking his first crush to the school dance. He was such a child for a 900 something. He wasn't quite ready to lose another companion. The Doctor had known from the start that he'd loose Molly to the hands of Sherlock Holmes one day, but he didn't want today to be that day.

Molly glanced back at her stack of books, spotting the top of the pile, the book of her childhood, the book of promised adventure and the deep mellow tones of her father's voice. "Take me where the wild things are!"