Sherlock and John, the Doctor's Companions

Molly Hooper

*ROSES POV*

We pull into what looks like a hospital before getting out of the cab.

“I can’t believe this is where the dead are kept,” The Doctor wrinkles his nose.

“It’s for the better good. It’s usually only the murdered ones that are brought the places like this,” I point out as we follow Sherlock into the building.

Even on the inside, it’s like a hospital. It isn’t until we go down an elevator, which opens to a scary looking room that I begin to feel uncomfortable.

“Why are we here again?” I ask Mr Holmes.

“The body I need to check over was from two days ago and was in a similar accident as this recent one. I thought nothing of it until seeing that other body. These people weren’t killed by the explosion, but they died minutes or even seconds before hand.”

“How do you know that?”

“You probably wouldn’t follow me if I tried.”

I shake my head as we enter into a sterile what room. There’s a desk with a small girl tapping away with gurneys complete with body bags around the remaining space.

“Aah hello there Molly,” Sherlock smiles pleasantly at the typing girl who looks up with startled surprise.

“I thought you weren’t coming in today,” she stands unsteadily to her feet.

“Change of events,” Holmes shoves his hands into his jacket. “Molly, these are two… people I met today who are assisting me while John’s away.”

“Hello,” she smiles brightly as she shakes my hand.

“Rose Tyler,” I introduce myself.

“I’m the Doctor,” The Doctor grins at her and she looks taken aback. She mustn’t get many charming men around here.

“Yes well, Molly,” Sherlock jumps back in. “I need to look at B8765042.”

Molly glances over a notepad with a frown.

“I had them yesterday, but I’ve already done the paperwork. I’d have to fill out the paperwork again and I don’t really have the time tonight.”

“Oh well,” Sherlock sighs and puts on a sad face.

I narrow my eyes because usually this is what a girl does when trying to get what she wants.

“Is that a new bracelet,” he points at the girl’s wrist. “Ruby red. It goes well with your alarmingly pale skin tone.”

Molly looks at her wrist before looking up with a smile.

“Yes it’s new. I bought it yesterday. How did you know?”

“You always wear beautiful bracelets to work that are hard to miss. I never saw this one so it has to be new.”

Then he smiles a big smile would have charmed me if I didn’t know what he was doing.

“Oh umm thank you. I suppose I can let you see the body…”

“Excellent!” He marches past her and straight to the gurney, fake flirting over.

“Poor girl,” I whisper in the Doctors ear. “She’s head-over-heels for him.”

“I honestly can’t see why,” The Doctor wrinkles his nose. “He’s not very nice.”

“You two,” Sherlock gestures us over. “Are you going to help me or not?”