COD(Cause of Death): Unknown

Note: how's it going darlings? Only a few more hours until Doctor Who...or it is as I'm typing this. It could have already aired but anyway I notice I started posting on Saturdays when it airs so hopefully this will be the new update date. This one will center more on Molly and have The Doctor and River in it! Enjoy my darlings. :)

Eighteen.

Molly slipped under the covering that shield the big blue box that had become her getaway of sorts when in danger. She touched the door and smiled at the familiarity of it before locking her key in place and letting herself in. She was greeted by a sight and immediately looked away as the duo noticed her reappearance.

The Doctor had begun covering the box after landing after a couple people began to mess up his baby's outside appearance. Molly didn't get it really. She had still found it weird seeing how it appeared on the outside. A blue police box of all things. It was exactly the most common thing anymore.

She think the inside was much more extraordinary. She hadn't been through all of it's passage ways yet but had been told she wouldn't really get the chance.

Molly slipped the hood from her head and took the wig off her head and smiled as she felt relieved at letting her hair breath a bit. It was much shorter than the last time she had been around London. That had been her own decision though. It fell at her neck in small curls, alternating from wavy to straight. She still had her bangs but kept them pushed to the side.

One incident with a monster with sharp claws and lots and lots of running had given her the will to just take a pair of scissors to it. It had been hard for her to do that though. She had nearly cried, Molly had grown to love her long locks. It could grow back eventually.

However she seemed to like the way it was currently. It was easier to move around without getting caught on all kinds of things.

"Hello dear." River gave Molly a smile as she moved away from her husband and journeyed over to the younger woman. "Are you doing alright? I know the Doctor here can be a hand full sometimes."

"He's brilliant and hasn't done anything wrong. I'm just ready to really help Sherlock. I wish I could know what he was worrying about again...like before."

"You Molly Hooper are much more helpful not dead to Sherlock Holmes. I think he may have been going a little insane when you were messing with him." The Doctor replied as he began fiddling with all the switches and knobs that operated the humongous space craft.

Both Molly and River reached out to hold onto something as they began to travel through dimensions, leaving London behind.

"YOU KNEW ABOUT THAT?" Molly shrieked as she was shoved backwards and almost fell to the ground again. Her composure hadn't exactly gotten better after these couple months with the madman who only had told her certain things.

"I know about everything that has happened and will happen regardless if things turn out great or not. I don't necessarily like it but doesn't mean it didn't make me want to get you here more. You're very special as I've told you already before." He stated as they came to a stop.

"Where are we now?" Molly said righting herself.

"You think he actually has a clue? He always goes somewhere completely different." River smiled teasingly at the Doctor. He rolled his eyes at her as he rushed towards the door before Molly could get back there. She was much closer.

"Not always, sometimes the old girl has a plan of her own. Don't blame me. It always works out in the end." He paused to peek his head out of the door only to come back with a bit of a frozen face, literally.

There were several cluster of ice and snow caked on both his face and in hiss hair. He shivered a moment before gestured for the two girls to come along. "Iceland in the 1930s, I believe!" He said once they were all out, smiling.

He nodded before grabbing Molly by the hand and beginning to run forward. River just shook her head being left to conceal their ship then used her vortex manipulator to catch up with them. They hadn't gotten too far but she didn't feel like rushing exactly. They always seemed to be rushing lately.

River knew that it was all for a good reason. Everything had it's purpose as did every living soul - alien or otherwise.

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Mike Stramford had been in all sorts of panic after the little reveal that Molly Hooper had resurfaced again four months again very much alive. He had been quick to decide to make sure that her position wasn't filled at the morgue. That wasn't a very move as she disappeared not even three days after her stint in the hospital without much notice.

He had been forced into a very tight spot when it came to dealing with the usually irritating to some consulting detective Sherlock Holmes. He had half expected the man to demand that he be allowed in the lab. Once again the older gentlemen was disappointed. He wasn't upset about this one however.

It wasn't until the beginning of the fourth month did he get any news on what he should do about things like that. He received a very direct letter from the office of one - Mycroft Holmes. It entailed very vaguely that Sherlock would once again be making appearances at the lab and it would most likely be a good idea for him to get the detecive a clearance badge of his own. It would be much easier, he claimed.

Mike couldn't help but agree with the man who had much higher authority than any of them really though he never really specified his exact level. It didn't matter really, Mike did what he had to do. He got a badge made with the photo that had been sent to him through email a mere twenty five minutes after he came to the conclusion this was to be the right thing to do.

He had the badge sent to 221 B Baker St as soon as it had been finished lamenting in the machine.

Thirty minutes later Sherlock arrived looking just as usual. He swooped in his coat, gloves, and scarf and settled behind the station where his microscope still sat. It hadn't been moved nor had the belongings in the office right in the next room. It didn't seem necessary.

Mike decided that he should pop in at least once as the detective was finally back to his usual work inspecting specimens under the lens of the microscope.

He had barely stepped in the room when Sherlock began speaking. "I'm surprised you haven't sent one of your men to uptake the office. Not even when Doctor Hooper was presumed dead."

"No one could really take her place. You of all people should know that."

Sherlock's head shot up and he looked over to the man who he in a way respected. "What does that mean? Everyone keeps tiptoeing around me when it comes to the subject? I'd really appreciate if just one of you would just say what you're thinking though of course I know what it is already. I just want someone to just say it for once. It's very annoying."

"Alright." Mike said as he shut the door to the room, as he had barely came in at all. He stayed by the door not planning to move to anywhere else really. He would be going back to his office soon enough.

"I think that in the months before everything happened that she had changed you a tiny bit. After all the things she had done for you, you had come to accept her into your life as more than anything that anyone had been to you. It was different. The way you acted during the case wasn't particularly different than how you usually acted when you were investigating but as I am more of an outsider to your life and the people in it I have a bit more of a perspective of it."

"And that would be?" Sherlock for once hadn't dismissed the person who was trying to talk to him. It both scared and gave Mike a bit of confidence when coming to this subject.

"You may have started caring about her in a more than friendly manner. Though you hadn't exactly noticed what you were doing. I think that also set in motion a change in her as well."

Sherlock hesitated a moment as if remembering something not so pleasant and spoke. "She was leaving wasn't she?"

"Molly had gotten an offer a few weeks before and she was considering taking it. She hadn't fully made a decision. I think it would have been smart of her to take it but she had some reservations."

"You think that was me, Stamford?"

"Partly so. She also loves it here at Bart's, in London."

"Where was she offered to go?" That demanding glare and tone had returned to the Holmes man. Stamford straightened up and reached for the handle on the door and turned it as he spoke quickly.

"I am not at liberty to say. Very confidential matters. You should ask her when you see her again."

Sherlock was about to stand up when Mike fled from the room. He frowned before standing anyway. He wasn't in the mood to work anymore.

He needed some air.

He needed a cigarette.

Note: SOOOOO...We got a bit of a before and after glimpse here. I hope I wrote the Doctor and River okay in this one. I wanted to go there since we haven't really glimpsed into Molly's life with the Doctor since he first asked the question.

Sherlock finally found out what Molly had hinted to him before her "death". I don't think he can just wait for her to return to find out where she might have been going, do you?

I hope you all are having a wonderful night/morning where you are in the world.

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