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Molly Hooper Appreciation

☞ requested by msnewly

You look sad. When you think he can’t see you.

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“merry christmas, molly hooper.”

I don’t have friends.

10 days of sherlock
↳ day two: favourite female character

In love with a fiction. | Molly Hooper/Ten

Chapter One

It was dark that night, the night everything changed. The night my mum and dad left me alone with Casey, my incredibly irresponsible babysitter who had left me alone in the house to make out with her boyfriend in a truck around the block. I was bored, sitting in my room, reading some Dr. Suess book, when suddenly, I heard the most strange and amazing sound—like a scraping or whooshing—I was mesmerized, listening to it. I loved that sound, I closed my eyes, I felt completely at peace and just listened until the sound was drowned out. There was a loud crashing and a few bumps, I jumped to my feet and bolted to the window. Outside, there was a large blue box, spiraling out of control through the sky, making that glorious scraping noise and at the same time nearly snapping the tree in my front yard. I ran down the wooden stairs of my house and swung open the door. The blue box reached the earth and started to scrape up grass as it finally landed on the ground. The doors of the box with the words: Police Public Call Box written on it opened. A man who looked far too skinny for his large leather jacket peaked out. He was gorgeous with his wild hair, his adorable freckles and adventurous eyes. Even when I was seven, I could appreciate how good looking he was.

“Looks like I missed by a bit,” he said, gritting his teeth slightly as if not accustomed to having them in his mouth. “Ack, new teeth, still weird,” He was looking inside of the box now at whoever was there. From what I could see of his face, I could tell he was listening to whoever it was who was replying to him. He stepped out of the box, still facing the inside. “I don’t have any idea where we are…” He looked over at me with a smile. “Ah! Hello, there!” He looked at me grinning and promptly thereafter fell over. I ran over and attempted to catch him and was nearly crushed under his weight.

“Help!” I shouted to whoever was inside the box. Soon, that person would be revealed to be a very beautiful woman with rather horsey teeth. She dodged out of the box, shutting the doors behind her. She tucked her hair behind her ear and then ran out to try and get a grip on the gorgeous man. 

She got a grip on his arm and looked at me steadily, “I’m sorry.” She got a better grip on him and began to drag him inside the house with my help. We managed to get him to the couch, the woman licked her lip. “I’m not sure what to do… He’s just… I’m not even sure he’s the Doctor anymore.” She was muttering to herself. She sat down on the center ottoman and studied the man who was maybe not the Doctor. She sat and rubbed her legs for a moment before looking up at me. “I’m so sorry, dear,” she said, standing up before walking over to me and putting a hair behind my ear. She was studying me. She got down on her knees and looked up at me. “What’s your name?” 

I studied the woman in front of me timidly, “Molly, ma’am,” I muttered softly. “Molly Hooper.” I didn’t once think this strange man and woman were dangerous, they seemed so nice and they seemed to be here for good purposes. They just had that feeling about them. A feeling that you could trust them both with your life.

I was so nervous around her, even though at the time I wasn’t that timid around people, I felt I owed them both respect. They had that aura about them. She smiled. “Nice to meet ya, Molly Hooper,” she was so kind. So very kind. “I’m Rose Tyler.” she said. I smiled back at her. I remember thinking she was just such a nice person, especially when she was so clearly stressed out. On the couch, the maybe-not-Doctor was muttering something neither I nor Rose could hear. She bolted to his side.

“Te—Rose…Rose…” he muttered. Rose took his hand tightly in hers. I could see love in her eyes. Even at seven, I could see it.

“What is it, Do—?” she cut herself off as if she was still afraid that he wasn’t the Doctor. And as if something was finally hitting her, tears welled up in her eyes. “I’m sorry, I can’t do this.” she whispered to him and with that she bolted out the door. I almost followed her, but I wanted to leave her alone if she was going to cry. 

The maybe-not-Doctor’s eyes were slowly fluttering open, he looked up at me, as I had taken Rose’s spot on the ottoman. He seemed to try smiling, but he couldn’t quite manage it. “Where did Rose go?” he asked quietly. He put his legs over the edge of the couch but immediately fell back.

“She went outside, it’s alright, go back to sleep.” I said, smiling at the maybe-not-Doctor. He looked up at me and smiled as he attempted to get comfortable on the couch, clearly snapping out of some of his ailments. He took my hand in his and held it.

“What’s your name?” he asked nicely.

“Molly Hooper.” I said, letting him have my hand to hold. I wasn’t as timid then. That was before my parents, that was before the kids at school. 

“How do you feel about space…and…history, Molly Hooper?” He asked, his tongue poking out of his lips as he stared at me intensely.

“Sorry?”

“Do you like history and spacey-wacy stuff?”

“I guess.”

“I like you, Molly Hooper,” he looked at me sincerely. “I’m the Doctor, by the way. That’s important, remember that, because when you grow up, I’m going to take you around in the TARDIS and you’ll see all of time and space. How does that sound?”

“Impossible.”

“But it’s not, Molly Hooper. It’s very, very possible.”

That was when I knew, just then, that very moment, that this man was the love of my life. He was adorable, and sweet, and funny, and kind and now he was offering time and space up to me. I nodded. I would travel through time and space with this man if it was the last thing I did. 

“Doctor,” Rose called, ducking inside the house. “I want to go home.” Her eyes were red, just as red as my dad’s got after a long fight with my mum about her drinking. 

The Doctor sprung to his feet. “See you in twenty years, Molly Hooper.” he said. He pressed his lips to my forehead and bolted out the front door after Rose. I peeked out of the curtains and watched that blue box disappear, the most glorious sound in all the universe rang in my ears. But this time it was sad, it meant goodbye. Twenty years until the Doctor would ever, ever come back. 

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