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The words burned in her ears as her body fell. A scream choked her as she swirled and whirled and tumbled through the void. Then there was the pain, the absolute crushing, tearing, stabbing pain that seemed to burst through her senses. Colored lights and distant stars danced before her eyes. She tried to close them, but she couldn't move, not even a twitch.
Trust who?
The bright lights dissolved into pictures, scenes, from her life.
Her father and mother chased her as a little girl in the yard, toddling in a mud-rimmed dress.
The time she dumped the bucket of water on her headmistress' head at the girl's school she briefly attended.
James.
Explosions took over the images, turning her childhood into a mass of mud and wire.
The Doctor.
She tried to reach out, tried to call out, but there was nothing in the void. Her fall seemed endless, stretching into eternity and beyond...and then it stopped.
SMASH!
Molly was only distantly aware of shattered tea things under her and a large gold symbol shaped like a figure eight above her head before her eyes fell closed.
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Something was throwing off his guidance system. Either that or something was tugging his TARDIS violently off course. In either regard it had put The Doctor in a rather cross mood. He caressed the console as if trying to comfort a frightened toddler. “Come now, old girl. What's wrong?” he softly murmured. But the TARDIS seemed to have had plans of her own as the controls jerked rather violently from his hands.
“What are you doing??” he demanded as he tried to reclaim the controls, but they would not budge from the position they had set themselves into. “This is mutiny, I'll have you know!!” he exclaimed as he brought up his foot to kick the controls, trying to get the TARDIS to heed him, but it only resulted in the TARDIS shaking violently, nearly bringing The Doctor onto his arse. “Now see here, Compas- Oh.. Wait no.. No sorry..” It took him a moment to remember that Compassion had since left him.
He let go of a slow and rather frustrated sigh as he leaned back against one of the pillars and crossed his arms. Obviously, The TARDIS was doing all the piloting this evening. The Doctor could only helplessly stare at the monitor. Suddenly, another violent shudder. This one felt unlike anything he'd felt before. “Wha.. What are you doing? You can't just slip between time streams while in flight! You remember what happened last time, you nearly tore yourself apart!! What's gotten into you??”
Another feeble attempt to grasp the controls when, suddenly all was still, and only the gentle hum of The TARDIS lingered. “Alright.. Have you quite gotten that out of your system?” he scowled before he heard a sudden crash from behind. He spun around on his heels. “What the devil?” And there, in his high back wing chair, a young woman had some how appeared, and she looked a right mess. She'd also managed to send his tea set clattering to the floor.
He didn't know what to be more shocked from. The fact that a young woman had some how materialized onto his TARDIS.. or the fact that his original Lung Dynasty bone china tea set now lay on the floor in pieces... At the moment... The tea set was winning. “Oh dear, That was quite a rare set, miss” he said mournfully.
Hot blood soaked into her uniform...very hot...too hot...ouch, too hot!
Molly blinked. The scent of spices and floral bouquet slowly righted her senses. Tea. Darjeeling tea soaked into the front of her light yellow cotton dress.
What the hell was she doing in a dress?
A clump of auburn curls fell over her eyes, tickling her nose. Her hair was long.
She pushed herself up onto her knees, not minding the few cuts in her arms from the broken tea set. The place had the feel of her father's library--old and full of adventure--but the decor was decidedly not her father's style. That ruled out flashback. Death then? No, she seriously doubted heaven or hell would come in the form of a dusty old Gothic library.
Molly shrugged. Wherever this was it was a fairer sight than the Dardanelles. She'd take books and tea over blood and fighting--how she got here though?
Her hair was shoulder length, she wore a light dress, and nothing hurt other than the stinging cuts on her arms. She must have been here sometime already.
She pulled the soaked fabric away from her tingling skin for a moment to let the burn cool. Then she rubbed her eyes like a child waking from deep sleep. Her head throbbed in response to the movement.
A man in fancy dress stood above her with a disappointed scowl turning down otherwise pleasant features.
“Oh dear, That was quite a rare set, miss”
Molly looked down at the china shards strewn around her sitting form and felt her cheeks color.
"My apologies, sir." He looked like a man of importance so it was best to go with the formal voice. "I seem to have lost my regiment?"
She couldn't help the slight giggle--going from the heat of battle to the comfort of a quiet study did play on the nerves--and yet she wasn't afraid.
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"My apologies, sir. I seem to have lost my regiment?"
He arched a brow at her curiously as he stooped down to collected the shattered fragments of the tea set. “Regiment?” His concern for the tea set subsided when he noticed her arm had a few cuts in them. He gave a slow but gentle sigh as he gingerly took her arm and inspected to cuts. They weren’t too deep but he certainly couldn't have the woman getting them infected, now could he?
While The Doctor liked to think himself a tidy man, there was a strategic order to the mess strewn about his TARDIS. A precisely measured amount of dust that had been allowed to gather without becoming unsightly or filthy. A Method to the Madness, so to speak. None the less, she was on his TARDIS now and she needed tending to.
“Come along, we'll get you patched up... Were you service as a nurse? Perhaps a medic?” he inquired. He had to confess she reminded him somewhat of a former companion of his. A fiery Irish redhead by the name of Molly O'Sullivan. “I'm the Doctor, by the way. And whom might you be?” Once he had her patched up, he was certainly going to pester her on just HOW she'd gotten onto his TARDIS while he'd been in mid flight. Although, it would certainly explain his TARDIS' rather snippy behavior earlier.
Her head still pounded as he helped her up. His questions felt easy to answer until she actually tried. She opened her mouth to speak but her voice caught when she tried to think of the details. He was careful in his inspection of her arm and seemed a nice enough man.
"I'm grateful, sir."
She straightened her dress over her knees as she looked around at the massive cathedral sized room. This was a far cry from that sandy strip of hell so fresh in her memory. He asked her name and she supposed there was no point in telling him it was Patrick. The dress sort of gave her away.
"My name is Molly, sir--Molly Duncan--and well, I'm not exactly a nurse." She rubbed the back of her neck nervously, her fingers finding something sticky on the back of her head. "The last thing I recall I was on the beach trying to establish a trench line...but that isn't right...obviously I'm hardly dressed as a soldier. I fear, Doctor, I am missing something, vital."
She drew her hand back to find a few droplets of crimson painting her fingers.
The Doctor waved his hand in a polite but dismissive gesture. “Think nothing of it. Although I will confess, had I been expecting company, I might have seen fit to tidy up a bit” he offered with a joking smirk, as he disinfected her cuts and firmly bandaged her arm. “That should have you well on your way to a proper recovery, my dear.” He still was eyeing her curiously, half trying to riddle out how she had simply popped into his tardis the way she had, and giving her a once over for other injuries. The waft of blood was still rather thick in the air.
"My name is Molly, sir--Molly Duncan--and well, I'm not exactly a nurse... The last thing I recall I was on the beach trying to establish a trench line...but that isn't right...obviously I'm hardly dressed as a soldier. I fear, Doctor, I am missing something, vital."
Well, there was the answer to his riddle. “tsk tsk tsk, Don't move, Molly.” he instructed gently as he lightly took hold of her temples and slowly and rather gingerly angled her head down. With the practiced ease of gentility, he trailed his fingers through her hair, parting the thick strands of auburn until he located a rather nasty gash at the back of her head. It was not a cut, persay, but rather looked to be the after effects of blunt force trauma. “Hmm” he mused to himself as he inspected the wound further. “You seem to have a slight concussion. That would explain the loss of memory”
He coughed a rather bashful chuckle. “Amnesia and I seem to go hand in hand. Let's get that taken care of. I imagine you have a rather nasty head ache.” he chuckled as he lifted Molly from the chair, into his arms and carried her to The Zero Room to inspect the injury, and to possibly run a few diagnostic scans to see what else was going on with 'Mysterious Molly'.
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