Q:fic prompt time! How about some university shenanigans with Molly Hooper and Martha Jones? :D
Martha never considered herself to be “bad girl” by any definition of the term. She certainly wasn’t one to purposely break the rules, or to make an undo fuss about anything.
But she didn’t mind bending the rules slightly, to question their validity or to even take matters into her own hands, when the need arose.
The need seemed to arise most often around her roommate, Molly. Little Miss Perfect Molly Hooper who seemed to know all the perfect ways to get into a perfect amount of trouble which Martha then had to get her out of.
“I think you like it.”
“What?” Martha asked, looking up at her companion from the bowl of pasta she was hastily eating.
“You would be so bored if nothing interesting happened,” Molly went on, poking at her own dish a bit as she smiled at Martha.
“Yeah, well your definition of ‘interesting’ is not quite the same as mine,” Martha shot back. “Do you know what would have happened if you’d gotten caught in the mortuary after hours? Openin’ up a body no less! Thrown you right out on your sweet little arse, that’s what! Wouldda had to change careers and work at a shop the rest of your life!”
Molly rolled her eyes at that, but managed to giggle. “I wasn’t going to get caught.”
Martha gave her a LOOK.
“I wasnt!” Molly insisted. “I was careful, I swear.”
“You got lucky,” Martha replied.
“Yes I did,” Molly acknowledged. “Lucky to have the best and smartest roomie that came to my rescue even though she herself was just as eager to try the butterfly suture and is trying reaaaallllyyy hard to pretend she’s not angry that I did a y-incision without her.”
Martha glared at her in response which only made Molly giggle some more.
“I will wait for you next time.”
“Next time, I won’t be coming to your rescue.”
“Yes you will.”