Sherlolly Oneshots

Star Wars AU - Part 1

Just saying they are teenagers in this as well, so it's like Star Wars and Teen!Lock combined. Just a heads up.  This takes place between Ep 6 and 7- Sherlock and Molly are students of Luke Skywalker as he slowly tries to rebuild the Jedi nation...

~

The leaves were rustled by a warm wind, the sunlight poking through the leafy rooftop and casting bright patches on the forest floor. In the middle of a small clearing, a figure stood clad in a dark brown cloak, their hands stretched out towards a large grey rock. The figure was still for a moment, until their arms started quivering. The figure held the pose for a moment longer before letting out a deep breath and slumping across the grey rock, a few colorful words streaming out of their mouth.

"For the love of- why won't this work?!" They stood abruptly, the hood of the cloak falling to reveal a long brown braid that trailed down the figure, a girl's, back and deep hazel eyes.

She stepped away from the rock, eyeing it carefully with her hands on her hips. Finally, the girl took a deep breath and widened her stance, raising her arms again and closing her eyes. She released a breath shakily and tensed up, closing her eyes and focusing on the rock in front of her.

The forest was still around the girl, the every now and then bird chirp and the humming of insects the only sounds echoing through the forest. The girl opened her eyes cautiously, though immediately loosening once more and heaving an exaggerated sigh.

"This isn't working!" She cried furiously to the birds that soared overhead and the branches that swayed lazily to the breeze. The girl, still fuming with rage, marched over to the rock and kicked it it with all of her might.

"Ow! Dang it," she muttered under her breath, staggering back away from the rock. With a defeated sigh the girl sat on the rock, tenderly nursing her foot, her facial features screwed up in discontent.

"You know," a deep voice rumbled from behind her, "kicking it definitely isn't going to make it move." The girl gasped and stood up, whipping around to face a boy around her age, leaning against a tree and watching her with amusement.

The boy had dark, inky curls and strikingly blue eyes, as well as an infuriating smirk that told the girl he had just witnessed all of the dramatic scene of her failure. The girl lowered her stance and raised her arms towards the boy, her eyes narrowing at him. The boy let out a sharp laugh.

"You think looking tough will work in an actual fight," he said, the smug smirk still wide on his face. The boy flicked his wrist and the girl suddenly gasped and fell back, feeling like she had just been pushed to the ground even though the boy hadn't moved even an inch. The boy's smirk dissolved into a frown as he pushed off the tree and made his way over to the girl, an eyebrow raised cockily. "It won't."

The boy extended a hand to help the girl up but she glared at him and stood up herself, brushing the dirt off of her cloak. The boy watched her with his head tilted.

"What's your name?" He asked. The girl glared at him some more.

"What's your name," she seethed.

"Sherlock," the boy answered, picking at his fingernails in disinterest. The girl bit her lip and balled her fists at the arrogant aura this boy, Sherlock, radiated.

"I'm Mollacai, but my friends just call me Molly," she said, arms crossed over her chest. Sherlock looked up at Molly, his gaze taking over her. Molly blinked, a bit taken aback, but held her cold stare.

The boy frowned at her, "friends? Friend." Molly let out a sharp breath and curled her fists, her nails digging into her skin.

"Why you arrogant-"

"Do you want to learn or not?" Molly blinked, watching Sherlock cautiously.

"Learn what?"

Sherlock grinned, an actual grin, not a cocky smirk. He gestured to the big, grey rock, "how to make that rock move." Molly eyed him hesitantly.

"You don't know how to do that," she stated, "you can't. You're my age." Sherlock shrugged in disinterest.

"So? Age is hardly a barrier for me."

Molly frowned, "why haven't I seen you before, in any of the classes with Master Skywalker or Solo or Organa?" The annoying, smug smirk returned on Sherlock's face.

"Because you don't know how to move that boulder." Molly crossed her arms over her chest, rolling her eyes.

"Like you can," she said with a snort. Sherlock cocked an eyebrow and shrugged. He raised one arm and without a moment's hesitation the boulder began to shake. Molly watched with her mouth agape as Sherlock proceeded to quickly and tightly close his fist, sending the rock exploding into what seemed like millions of tiny shards. Molly was so awed she hardly even noticed when one of the shards skimmed the skin her cheek and left a small cut, the blood blooming at the new scar.

Sherlock turned to Molly with a smug grin, though it soon disappeared when he saw the cut.

"Huh, didn't expect that to happen," he mumbled, making his way over to Molly. She just sat entranced, still staring at the spot where the rock had once been.

"You know you're bleeding," Sherlock whispered to Molly, taking the cuff of his coat and lightly wiping away some of the blood that had begun to trail down her cheek. Though Molly took no mind.

"That..." she began, her voice shaking, "that was bloody amazing!" Sherlock blinked at her, his eyebrows raised in what seemed to be genuine surprise.

"How in the world did you do that?" Molly cried. She lifted up Sherlock's hand, inspecting it closely, "what are you? Are you some- some sort of human subspecies or something?" The shock still twisted Sherlock's facial expressions, though he quickly cleared his throats when Molly looked up at him with wonder in her eyes.

"No," he said quietly, "the Force just runs strongly in my family." Molly shook her head vigorously, practically jumping in excitement.

"No, no! That's why I'm here, that's why all of the students are here, training under Solo and Organa and Skywalker, learning and mastering the ways of the Force, because it runs in our blood! But this, I've never seen anything like this! And for so young a person too! How in the world-"

Molly was cut off abruptly when Sherlock raised a finger to her lips, a frown wide on his face. "You're bleeding," he whispered, once more wiping the blood from her cheek with his sleeve. Molly just stared at him with her mouth slightly hanging open. For a moment they locked gazes, their eyes roaming around each other's eyes. She suddenly grinned wildly, holding up her shaking hands.

"Teach me."

~

*deep voice*
"To be continued lol"