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Chapter 22: The Past is in the Past

I grabbed Molly's wrist as we ran into the torn down building. There was no trouble in breaking into anything anymore with the Daleks everywhere. Everyone was too worried about their own lives to care about the houses and shops. Thankfully there was no Daleks around now to stop us.

My family was dead, there was no point in staying here now. I had nothing left except Molly, and I could save her by doing this.

"Sherlock, stop!" Molly cried, "you're hurting me!"

"Molly, we have to go!" I stopped and turned to her. She looked scared and confused.

I knew perfectly well that we weren't supposed to bring humans to Gallifrey but when I heard that Skaro had started a war with us, there was no time to stop and drop her off. We'd been living like this for a month and in that time my life had been ruined.

After my family was killed, I'd decided to grab my TARDIS and run off like a coward. But unfortunately my TARDIS was destroyed. Now I was searching for a Vortex Manipulator to bring us back to Earth.

When Molly was ready, we started running again. Inside the building, the air was hot so I threw my coat on the ground and we searched for the Vortex Manipulator. Eventually we found it. Sitting perfectly in the middle of a hall in an untouched glass cage.

I ran over to it and lifted up the cover. It was sitting so neatly on it's little pedestal that I felt bad when I carefully picked it up and strapped it onto my wrist. I was now ready to go. This would be the last I ever saw of Gallifrey.

"Molly!" I called, who was looking around on for it on the other side of the room. "Grab my coat!" I said when I saw her stepping over it on her way to me. I could never leave without that coat.

She handed me my coat, which I swung over my shoulders, then she held tightly onto my arm.

"You don't have to do this," She said. "Not for me."

"There's nothing left for me here," I said as I dialed in Earth's coordinates and the year 2009.

In the blink of an eye we had disappeared from Gallifrey and were standing in the middle of a street in London. It was a nice day. I'd always preferred Earth's blue skies to Gallifrey's orange ones and this was a perfect example of it.

"Molly, I need to explain this to you," I said, pulling a fob watch out of my pocket. "This is going to help me forget everything. When I open this I will lose all of my Time Lord memories, it's for the best. But when this happens, you can never ever tell me about any of this. You cannot interfere with my life. This will create a false life for me and you can never question that."

Molly looked like she was going to cry, "But-"

"Right then. Go home," I said and began to walk away from Molly.

"Sherlock, wait! You can't just leave," She whined.

"Molly, you can't mention this to anyone. You know that right?"

"I know, but this isn't you. You never run away from a fight."

"I've changed."

"No you haven't. If you don't do this now, you will regret it later on."

"Molly," I said. "Sweet, Molly Hooper. You know that I won't. Now go home."

"No!" She yelled and grabbed my arm. "Your entire planet is in danger."

"My family is dead, there is nothing left for me there," I snapped.

"What about your friends? Your parents? They could still be alive. They could die if you don't help them!" She argued.

"Molly, listen to me. I am not the Doctor, nor will I ever be. Get those thoughts out of your head and go home," I said and turned around to leave. She didn't argue this time.

"What year is it?" I heard her soft voice call to me after a minute.

"2009."

"I came from 2119," She said sadly.

I fell in love with Sherlock over the time that we had travelled together, which wasn't long, but it was enough. He was so heroic up until that day. He saved so many planets and people, including me. I thought that he cared about me too, since he brought me with him, but apparently I was wrong.

Only a month or so after he'd left me on my own, and I'd organized my life in 2009, I saw him again. He introduced himself to me as Sherlock Holmes. I wanted to tell him about his past, but I never did, so I became his friend. There was almost no difference between him and Time Lord Sherlock. Sometimes I forgot that he didn't know. Then John came into his life and I wasn't the only one anymore.

Over the years I became better friends with the two of them. There was a group of us, we called ourselves the Sherlock fan club. It was just me, Sherlock, John, Greg Lestrade and Mrs. Hudson. But everyone always made fun of me for loving Sherlock. If only they knew.

When Sherlock came to me for help on faking his death, I felt like his companion again. Molly Hooper, helping Sherlock save the day again. But the joy was short-lived. As soon as I helped Sherlock survive the fall, he left without thanks and didn't contact me until 2 years later when he came back to the world.

Eventually I met Tom. He reminded me so much of what Sherlock used to be: smart but goofy and heroic at the same time. Sure he looked like Sherlock, but at the time, it didn't matter to me. After our engagement ended, I wondered if the only reason why I'd really loved him was because he was so similar to Sherlock.

After Sherlock had "died" and I had found out about Moriarty's blood, I knew it was alien. I was certain that Moriarty wasn't dead, and of course I was right. I hoped that in Sherlock's investigations he would come to me for help and I could show him the blood and some of his memories from before would return. I have no idea if it worked or not, but I hoped.

If Sherlock ever does remember, I want to be there when it happens. Maybe we could have our old life back. I could see my family again, who I'd missed so much.

"All the pain and the truth, I wear like a battle wound."

-Demi Lovato, Warrior