Sherlolly Oneshots

Wolf Man (Teen!Lock)

So long I know, but I actually love this one so much read it all. I know it's not the "in school" teenlock you all are so patiently waiting for but I'll get there I promise, so for now enjoy!

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A full moon shone overhead, surrounded by pale stars that littered an indigo sky. Underneath it, a bright light cut through the peaceful darkness and giggles and shrieks rose from a treehouse in a backyard.

"The girl looked around, she knew she'd heard the voice. But no one was there. She crept to the locked door, twisting the knob. All of a sudden it wasn't locked any more."

"No no no! Never go through the door! Everybody knows that!"

"Shut up, I'm telling a story. Anyways, the room was completely dark except for the girls candle, though moments upon entering the room that went out as well. As the girl worked to try and light another match, she didn't notice the foot steps creaking behind her or the hand that slowly reached for her from behind. The last thing the girl heard before all went black was the wolfs cry cutting through the darkness."

A flashlight flickered out and the treehouse was submerged in silence.

"That's not true, Mary... is it?" A young, mousy girl asked her blonde haired friend, Mary, who sat with a smug smirk.

Mary turned back on the flashlight and set it down, narrowing her eyes at her friend. "I don't know, Molly. Is it?"

The mousy girl, Molly, tugged at her loose braid, fear written across her face. "What if the wolf man attacks us?"

Mary opened her mouth to speak when another voice cut her off, "of course it's not true. Don't listen to those silly stories, Molly. They're all made up."

Molly turned to another friend, this one with long, dark hair and sharp blue eyes. "Yeah, you're right, Irene. Mary's just trying to scare me."

"Well obviously it's working," another voice snorted. Mary's smirk never faded as the attention turned to a frizzy haired girl leaning against the tree house wall.

"What, Sally, you're not scared?" Molly countered, hugging her pillow tightly to her chest.

"As if," Sally snorted, though doubt lingered on her face.

"You're scared too, I know it," Irene teased, rolling her eyes. "You both believe kiddy stories."

"Do not!" Sally raged while Molly just sunk into her pillow, eyes wide with fear. Mary and Irene both laughed while Mary flickered the flashlight on and off, reaching a hand out towards Molly and wiggling her fingers.

"Better watch out, Molly, or else the wolf man is gonna getcha," at that last word her hand lunged for Molly, who let out a small shriek and buried her face in her pillows.

"You guys are such wimps," Irene scoffed, amusement shining in her eyes.

"Can we please change the subject," Molly whimpered, "I'm never going to get any sleep now." Irene smirked and Mary narrowed her eyes, an impish smile playing on her lips.

"Change the subject? Then why don't you tell us how things have been with Sherlock?" Molly blinked at Mary, who wiggled her eyebrows.

"Sh-Sherlock?" Molly stuttered, earning herself a few gasps from the others.

"Yeah," Sally chorused, creeping back into the circle, "tell us tell us."

Molly looked down at her pillow, her face turning red, "there's nothing, I assure you. He hardly notices me." Her voice faded to a whisper and Mary groaned, rolling her eyes.