Molly almost looks cheerful as she stands over the cadaver on her table, clipboard in hand. Will’s not sure what makes him more uncomfortable: the small smile at her lips or the out of place pastel patterns of her blouse beneath her lab coat – a shock contrast between himself and Jack, and the macabre, sterile setting of the morgue. This isn’t the first time he’s noticed although he’s not entirely sure why she dresses the way she does, considering the details of her job.

Dress-sense aside, she’s incredibly efficient: there’s a tinge of sympathy in her voice that he picks up on. She talks them through the injuries of the murder victim, a little grisly but then again, they’re always this grisly. Harold Owens lies with half of his head is caved in. Molly lifts back the lids of his eyes with a gloved hands to reveal empty sockets behind them.

“The head injury was the cause of death although it took some time, given the blood loss.” she points out. “His eyes were removed before he died. Very neatly, too. Someone clearly knew what they were doing.”

“He was still alive after that?” Jack asks, his brow furrowing. “How’d he manage?”

“Toxicology report showed cocaine in his system.” Molly answers and pauses, gesturing to the man’s neck. “Someone injected him here.”

Will has been silent for a while, listening and looking. His head aches, something heavy brewing like a growing storm. He frowns against it, distracted. “Cocaine restricts blood flow.” he says absently. “He bled slow.”

Molly looks up at him, curious yet unfazed. “Yes, exactly.” she agrees with a small nod.

“This isn’t him, is it?” Jack asks cautiously, turning to Will.

He doesn't need to say it. They all know who he means.

“No.” Will pulls in a breath, glancing over the body once more. “There’s nothing… theatrical about this. This is… brutish. It’s almost clumsy. It is clumsy.”

“First kill?” Jack guesses.

“He’s starting a collection.” Will replies, his stomach curling.

“Of… eyes?” despite her question, there’s something in her voice that lacks surprise. Will frowns at her for a moment.

Molly Hooper had spent much of her time back home allowing a certain consulting detective to relieve the cadavers – donated to science – in her morgue of their eyes and other organs. Someone starting a collection is hardly a horrific thing when she knows Sherlock spends much of his time experimenting on body parts for the sake of his cases. The morbid doesn’t unsettle her. The only thing that unnerves her is that someone is willing to kill for it.

She clears her throat, smiling awkwardly before looking away.

They’re finished within a few minutes. Jack makes a phone call, thanking Molly for her time. Will pauses, popping an aspirin. Molly notices, her eyebrows raise in concern.

“Headache?” she asks.

Will doesn’t look at her, he nods stiffly. “Uh, yeah.”

She smiles in sympathy. “Well, at least I hope it won’t be as bad as Mr. Owens.” she says gently, her gaze lowering to the ruined remains of the man’s head. “His must have been dead awful. Skull splitting, even.”

Molly startles out a laugh, her face changing from humour to mortification in quick succession when she realises what she’s just said. Will looks up, glancing from Molly’s horror struck expression to the body on the slab but before he can stop himself, he lets out a bark of a laugh, the corners of his mouth curling up. She’s confused for a moment; no one has ever laughed at those kind of jokes before. In fact, she remembers so clearly when she was once told not to make jokes at all. But Will’s… laughing. Relief sweeps over her face and she chuckles shyly.

Jack stares at the both of them, still on the phone. He promptly hangs up. “Doctor Hooper, Will.” his voice is grave. “Can we have little professional decorum instead of the two of you giggling like a couple of elementary school kids? Is that too much to ask?”

Will’s laugh tapers off. “Oh, come on Jack. It was funny.”

Jack gives Will a flat look in reply. “We have work to do.” he says as he leaves.

Will watches him go before he looks back at Molly. Her lips are pursed, she looks sheepish for a moment. “Bad timing, sorry.” she says. “That was terrible.”

He smiles slightly, shaking his head. “No, it was pretty funny, actually.” he assures her. He shoves his hands in his trouser pockets, shrugging easily as he moves to walk out the door. “I liked it.”

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Age: 25.
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💀 Character Information
Name: Molly Hooper
Canon: BBC Sherlock
Canon Point: Post 4.03 ‘The Final Problem’.
Age: 36-ish.

Description: Molly stands at around 5’3” in height. She’s slim and fairly plain looking, wearing little make-up, although she can look fairly pretty when she does dress up. Her eyes are dark and her brown hair reaches half-way down her back but it’s usually tied up in a pony-tail to keep it out of the way. She does style it on occasion in braids, for example, when the notion takes her.

Usually seen in her white lab-coat, Molly has a penchant for bright colours and patterns, as well as wool jumpers and cardigans. When she’s working, the colours are usually a little more muted – perhaps a little more suitable considering her work – with more neutral patterned blouses and comfortable work-trousers and shoes. Outside of work, her clothing’s a lot brighter – often bordering on garish – with a mishmash of patterns and layers.

There’s probably a little cat hair on her clothes too, to be honest.

Physical changes: Wings. Although unlike the usually expected ‘huge, white, fluffy’ sort, Molly’s wings are much smaller, barely reaching eight feet at full wingspan. They have colourings similar to a common song thrush but look slightly muted, as if someone had done a faint grey wash over the brown and golden colours. They are still very fluffy and often betray her emotions, puffing out and expanding to their full wingspan when she’s rattled, anxious or annoyed.

Powers: Molly’s a mundane human, nothing in terms of powers here. She is a trained Doctor, specialising in pathology and her official title is ‘Specialist Registrar’ – showing she does a degree of ‘talent’ in her field. She’s also likely to have some minor deduction skill from spending too much time around Sherlock. Probably.

History: Found here!

Hell Status: Heaven Transfer.

What Brings Them To Hell: One would think Molly Hooper would be quite happy in Heaven. Her father’s there, for one, and the girl could do with some peace and quiet after the last six years or so.

But honestly? Heaven is boring.

That is a huge part of it, really. Her life has hardly been boring these last few years and to go from that to, well, nothing – that’s a hard transition. She prides herself on helping others, she's been told she's always mattered. Dying young and feeling unfulfilled in Heaven, Molly believes that she can be of use in Hell. She's not ready to give up to eternal lounging around just yet. Her skills as a Doctor (because it’s not like she’s going to be any use doing post-mortems on the already-deceased) wouldn’t be wasted as much. Perhaps she can continue to matter to those she holds dear more than anything.

Ironically, she thinks she can find some peace in Hell.

And learning there’s a few people she knows already there will certainly make her want to stay.

The Pitch: So how does one actually solve a problem such as sweet cinnamon roll Molly Hooper? Send her to Hell, of course.

But why?

While her choice in friends is fairly narrow, Molly is ingrained with a deep need to help others. Perhaps it’s part of her medical training that remains rooted inside her, to do no harm, to help others in need. The practice itself seems almost moot with her job as a pathologist but instead it shines in the friendships she has. She puts the needs of others before her own. While Heaven could have been a wonderful way to spend the afterlife, having her own needs fulfilled just for the sake of being dead doesn’t sit well with her. She wants to help, she wants to help her friends and that feeling doesn’t stop because she’s dead.

Not only this but her high sense of loyalty is also a troublesome thing (or not) for that small group of friends she has. Knowing there’s people she cares about in Hell would be enough to give up all the enjoyment of Heaven in an instant. What fun is Heaven when her friends are in Hell? Sherlock once told her that she deserved to be happy – in Heaven, she’s found she doesn’t really feel that.

While it would be haughty of her to assume she could change Hell and it’s ways, she’s inclined to hope she can maybe do some good while she’s there and if that’s the case – she’ll go. If it means ‘saving’ her friends, then she’ll go. If it means making things just a little bit better, she’ll go.

And maybe, just maybe, deep down... she doesn’t think she completely deserves Heaven anyway.

She has and can be persuaded to bend the rules – especially when Sherlock Holmes has been involved. She’s turned a blind eye when Sherlock ‘borrows’ body parts to take home with him, allowed him to run his experiments on bodies donated to science, let him borrow her lab to do his work and even may or may not have helped him fake his own death, lying to others about what really happened following the whole Moriarty fiasco. There’s probably a lot Molly does for Sherlock that could have her sacked and her licence removed – and yet she does it anyway.

And yet, she’s still a good person. Molly still has a fair strong moral compass despite Sherlock’s ability to manipulate her for his own reasons. She’s practical when it comes to helping others. She’s the voice of reason amongst the chaos, the calm in the storm of emergency. Perhaps in the maelstrom of Hell, it might be needed.

Besides, she spent her time alive with those who are morally grey and even diving into the more darker shades of the moral compass – what’s the difference in Hell and Limbo, anyway?

Setting Fit: Molly tried hard to fit into Heaven and enjoy that eternal peace, etc. She really did. She enjoyed seeing her own father again after his death when Molly was younger and could reclaim that lost time with him. He was one of the few reasons why she would stay in Heaven.

But a few months down the line of watching, unable to do any real good and the fact there’s not really much of a need of doctors (or pathologists) quickly took its toll. She grew restless, useless and bored. Dying annoyed her; being dead in such a stale and stifling place as Heaven annoyed her still. She understands she's dead and she can't change that but that doesn't mean she's 'finished'. She certainly feels she has a lot more to ‘live’ for and it’s not really going to be happening much where she is now. They did always say that Hell was where all the interesting people go and Molly likes interesting people, or at least - she's surrounded by interesting people. 

And then she soon heard a few people she knew weren’t where they were supposed to be on Earth and their absence in Heaven gave her more doubts on staying. She was done with Heaven. Her mind was made up and the paperwork was handed in.

In Hell, she can be with her friends. She can be more of a ‘proper’ doctor and most importantly of all, she can be of use and maybe do some good.

Samples:

a tfln post
psl thread

tfln | Sherlock Holmes logicals 
tfln | John Watson soldierstoday  ; Dirk Gently cacoethical 
tfln | Gabriel ailes_dor
sexting meme | Sherlock Holmes of_deduction  
tfln | Will Graham wontgraham 
word association | Sebastian Moran tigers   ; Will Graham wontgraham  ; Sherlock Holmes propergenius 


littlehades

march 2017

intro | log | John Watson combatdoc  ; Harvey Specter notgivingyourmoneyback   ; Greg Lestrade dadstrade  ; Laura coercive  ; Dirk Gently cacoethical  ; Nick Andros thisblankpage 
possible typos | text | Josh Lyman hardballsy 
shitfuckbears | text | Sebastian Moran tigers 
pool party | log | Sakata Gintoki permboy  ; Gabriel ailes_dor  ; Jason Todd reuknighted 
robots in hell | log | Leonard Church motherfucking_ghost 
also a bear | log | Sebastian Moran tigers 
and angry swimming | log |Laura coercive 
hellish illness | text | Greg Lestrade dadstrade 
missing friends | text | Sarah Wenham bechdelpls 
ignoring sherlock | text | Sherlock Holmes logicals 
a problem | text | Mycroft Holmes nogoldfish 
we need to talk about eurus | log | Mycroft Holmes nogoldfish 

april 2017

no double dying | text | Dirk Gently cacoethical 
je descends deux enfers plus loin | log | Dirk Gently cacoethical 
the doctor is in | log | Shinichi Kudou themissingdetective  ; Harry Dresden harrydresden  ; Gabriel ailes_dor  ; Homer Jackson captfancypants  ; Chloe Decker couldkillthedevil  ; Sebastian Moran tigers  ; Milton Dammers roadmap_of_pain  ; Laura coercive  ;
hospital services | text | John Watson combatdoc 
lost friends | text | Laura coercive 

may 2017