Doodle: Molly in the TARDIS
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kasihyaA Story In Which Sherlock Holmes Is Not A Major Character, Much To His Chagrin
‘Is this really necessary?’
‘Saying thank you to the woman who saved your life? Yes, Sherlock, it is absolutely necessary. You should probably give her a present, too.’
He wrinkles his nose. ‘Like what?’
‘I dunno, flowers? Chocolates, what kind of chocolate does she like?’
‘How should I know? It’s not important information; if I ever knew, I’ve made sure to forget it.’
‘Flowers, then. And use your own credit card.’
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‘Look, she’s not here, see?’
‘Deborah said she was on shift, she’s probably just at the loo. Wait.’
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, you hear from the room upstairs, and when you look up, you have to check the room for gas leaks because there is no way you are seeing a blue police box up there where there was no police box three seconds ago.
The door to the police box opens, and Molly walks out, which is the second strange thing that has happened to you today chronologically speaking, but only the third strangest thing that will happen in terms of magnitude. Beside you, Sherlock drops the box of chocolates and the flowers onto the table and runs for the stairs; she meets him at the bottom, calling back up, ‘You’re sure it’s the same day? Didn’t Amy say – oh.’ She stops dead in her tracks, stares at him for a moment, and straightens her coat. ‘Hello.’
‘Hello. I, um.’ He retrieves the gifts from the table. ‘I brought these for you. To say thank you.’
Her befuddled smile as she takes them in is charming. ‘Oh! Thank you. I mean, you’re welcome.’ She bundles them into her arms. ‘How are you doing?’
You can’t see his face, as he has his back to you, but you imagine him desperately thumbing through his mental manual of human interaction for an appropriate response. ‘I’m fine. Is that a police box?’
She flushes. ‘Sort of. It’s more of a time machine, actually, I’m just back to get my phone and car keys.’
You glance up in time to see a thin, gangly man in a fez jump out of the police box and start poking around in the observation room. He sees you through the glass and waves, at which point you start to accept that this is not going to be quite the type of awkward social visit you had envisioned, and wave back. Molly hurries past you to sweep several things into her purse off the table.
‘Why is it disguised as a police box?’ asks Sherlock, following her.
She turns at the foot of the stairs and smiles. ‘From the future, I suppose. Thank you for coming back. It was very nice of you. Goodbye, Sherlock Holmes. I’ll see you soon.’ She stands on tiptoe to kiss him on the cheek, and then runs up the stairs, smile growing. He starts after her; you put a hand on his arm and shake your head.
Upstairs, the man in the fez claps Molly on the shoulder, and they both reenter the police box. A few seconds later, the whole thing makes a tremendous screeching noise, and starts to fade out of sight, lights flashing. Sherlock pulls out of your grasp and runs up the stairs; by the time he’s reached the observation room, it has vanished completely.
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So, just a silly doodle because I got the first two lines of dialogue stuck in my head. Not actually edited or anything.
‘Is this really necessary?’
‘Saying thank you to the woman who saved your life? Yes, Sherlock, it is absolutely necessary. You should probably give her a present, too.’
He wrinkles his nose. ‘Like what?’
‘I dunno, flowers? Chocolates, what kind of chocolate does she like?’
‘How should I know? It’s not important information; if I ever knew, I’ve made sure to forget it.’
‘Flowers, then. And use your own credit card.’
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
‘Look, she’s not here, see?’
‘Deborah said she was on shift, she’s probably just at the loo. Wait.’
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, you hear from the room upstairs, and when you look up, you have to check the room for gas leaks because there is no way you are seeing a blue police box up there where there was no police box three seconds ago.
The door to the police box opens, and Molly walks out, which is the second strange thing that has happened to you today chronologically speaking, but only the third strangest thing that will happen in terms of magnitude. Beside you, Sherlock drops the box of chocolates and the flowers onto the table and runs for the stairs; she meets him at the bottom, calling back up, ‘You’re sure it’s the same day? Didn’t Amy say – oh.’ She stops dead in her tracks, stares at him for a moment, and straightens her coat. ‘Hello.’
‘Hello. I, um.’ He retrieves the gifts from the table. ‘I brought these for you. To say thank you.’
Her befuddled smile as she takes them in is charming. ‘Oh! Thank you. I mean, you’re welcome.’ She bundles them into her arms. ‘How are you doing?’
You can’t see his face, as he has his back to you, but you imagine him desperately thumbing through his mental manual of human interaction for an appropriate response. ‘I’m fine. Is that a police box?’
She flushes. ‘Sort of. It’s more of a time machine, actually, I’m just back to get my phone and car keys.’
You glance up in time to see a thin, gangly man in a fez jump out of the police box and start poking around in the observation room. He sees you through the glass and waves, at which point you start to accept that this is not going to be quite the type of awkward social visit you had envisioned, and wave back. Molly hurries past you to sweep several things into her purse off the table.
‘Why is it disguised as a police box?’ asks Sherlock, following her.
She turns at the foot of the stairs and smiles. ‘From the future, I suppose. Thank you for coming back. It was very nice of you. Goodbye, Sherlock Holmes. I’ll see you soon.’ She stands on tiptoe to kiss him on the cheek, and then runs up the stairs, smile growing. He starts after her; you put a hand on his arm and shake your head.
Upstairs, the man in the fez claps Molly on the shoulder, and they both reenter the police box. A few seconds later, the whole thing makes a tremendous screeching noise, and starts to fade out of sight, lights flashing. Sherlock pulls out of your grasp and runs up the stairs; by the time he’s reached the observation room, it has vanished completely.
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So, just a silly doodle because I got the first two lines of dialogue stuck in my head. Not actually edited or anything.
