PLAYGROUND
fandom: Doctor Who/Molly Moon ( refraction)
title: Playground (prompt)
author: playerpin
word count: 633
rating: G.
The Doctor approached her with a smile on his face; that look of accomplishment.
He had told Molly, before he left the TARDIS, This adventure's a bit too dangerous for you. Stay in the TARDIS. I'll be right back. He kissed her head and left. Molly wandered around the console and back into her room for a while, but eventually, she had gotten tired and wandered outside.
Oh... she remembered this part of New York.
The green lights that were her eyes darted around to look at the nearest place of entertainment--the playground. It's near the TARDIS.
Molly slipped out of the TARDIS and walked around the small playground, walking up the ladders and taking a good look at Central Park from up on what could've been her pedestal. She'd been queen of New York a few months ago: it was astonishing to think it was just a few months. In January, she would've longed to be in a nice, warm home with people that loved her.
But Molly figured out something she craved a lot more than just her family. She didn't feel like a child like this, every time she thought, because she realized that this was probably not how any other child felt. No other girl of eleven years had to worry about her friends not liking her because she could read minds; no other girl would have their talent sucked right out of their heads. And no other girl would have to carry her very dangerous, very precious namesake with her always, because she was afraid of other people stealing it and causing worldwide mayhem.
Molly looked back as a few children started climbing all over the playground, and she slid down the nearby slide to think a little more.
She never had to think like this, before. Hard, calculating, trying to be one step ahead of whoever she met, so she would be safe. She'd never had to do that before, and she realized she was good at it. Most of the time. Molly pulled her hood over her bouncy curls and bit her lip, moving over to the swings next to the jungle gym.
Molly took a deep breath, moving her feet and swinging high.
It wasn't fair. She wasn't supposed to be thinking about where in her timeline things went wrong; she should've been thinking about how high she'd get to swing.
In the end, Molly had stayed until sunset, like a good girl, on the top of the jungle gym. She was holding onto the railings above the slide when the Doctor came over, examining her, letting the smile fall off of his face. "Molly?"
"Doctor?"
He nodded towards the TARDIS. Molly slipped down the slide, and, without even needing to be asked, went over to the bright blue box, leaning against it. The Doctor stared to unlock it, the scene almost mirroring what most dads and mothers were doing at that moment, unlocking their doors to bring their children inside for dinner.
"What did you want to ask?" The young hypnotist asked as she followed him to the console, sitting down in his chair. "Because you had that look in your eye when you've got a smart question when you saw me on the slide."
"You weren't smiling," The Doctor stated simply, pushing down a lever, and then looking at her in the eye. Molly looked down at her hands. "Children like you usually smile when they're having fun. And I was watching for a while, Molly, it doesn't take that long to... do what I was doing."
She shrugged it off casually, taking her grandfather's book out from behind the chair. "I don't like playgrounds. Or swings. They remind me of things."
"Things?"
Molly nodded, as the Doctor broke his gaze from her and typed in coordinates.
title: Playground (prompt)
author: playerpin
word count: 633
rating: G.
The Doctor approached her with a smile on his face; that look of accomplishment.
He had told Molly, before he left the TARDIS, This adventure's a bit too dangerous for you. Stay in the TARDIS. I'll be right back. He kissed her head and left. Molly wandered around the console and back into her room for a while, but eventually, she had gotten tired and wandered outside.
Oh... she remembered this part of New York.
The green lights that were her eyes darted around to look at the nearest place of entertainment--the playground. It's near the TARDIS.
Molly slipped out of the TARDIS and walked around the small playground, walking up the ladders and taking a good look at Central Park from up on what could've been her pedestal. She'd been queen of New York a few months ago: it was astonishing to think it was just a few months. In January, she would've longed to be in a nice, warm home with people that loved her.
But Molly figured out something she craved a lot more than just her family. She didn't feel like a child like this, every time she thought, because she realized that this was probably not how any other child felt. No other girl of eleven years had to worry about her friends not liking her because she could read minds; no other girl would have their talent sucked right out of their heads. And no other girl would have to carry her very dangerous, very precious namesake with her always, because she was afraid of other people stealing it and causing worldwide mayhem.
Molly looked back as a few children started climbing all over the playground, and she slid down the nearby slide to think a little more.
She never had to think like this, before. Hard, calculating, trying to be one step ahead of whoever she met, so she would be safe. She'd never had to do that before, and she realized she was good at it. Most of the time. Molly pulled her hood over her bouncy curls and bit her lip, moving over to the swings next to the jungle gym.
Molly took a deep breath, moving her feet and swinging high.
It wasn't fair. She wasn't supposed to be thinking about where in her timeline things went wrong; she should've been thinking about how high she'd get to swing.
In the end, Molly had stayed until sunset, like a good girl, on the top of the jungle gym. She was holding onto the railings above the slide when the Doctor came over, examining her, letting the smile fall off of his face. "Molly?"
"Doctor?"
He nodded towards the TARDIS. Molly slipped down the slide, and, without even needing to be asked, went over to the bright blue box, leaning against it. The Doctor stared to unlock it, the scene almost mirroring what most dads and mothers were doing at that moment, unlocking their doors to bring their children inside for dinner.
"What did you want to ask?" The young hypnotist asked as she followed him to the console, sitting down in his chair. "Because you had that look in your eye when you've got a smart question when you saw me on the slide."
"You weren't smiling," The Doctor stated simply, pushing down a lever, and then looking at her in the eye. Molly looked down at her hands. "Children like you usually smile when they're having fun. And I was watching for a while, Molly, it doesn't take that long to... do what I was doing."
She shrugged it off casually, taking her grandfather's book out from behind the chair. "I don't like playgrounds. Or swings. They remind me of things."
"Things?"
Molly nodded, as the Doctor broke his gaze from her and typed in coordinates.