Holmes' Book Of One Shots

A Little Less Lonely (Sherlolly | Kid!Lock)

            Molly Hooper had never been very good at making friends. Most five year olds could make friends with just about anybody. Molly was not like any other five year olds. She was shy, and had only made one friend, who unfortunately moved to Essex a month before their first day of school.

            Molly waited throughout the day, learning the names of her new teacher and her classmates, who she refused to speak to. By recess, while all of her classmates played on the playground, Molly sat in a corner of the yard with her knees to her chest, her arms wrapped around them as she buried her face in them. After what seemed like hours, she lifted her head, and glanced across the playground.

            A boy with dark, curly hair sat in a corner, his arms crossed as he stared at the other children. Molly didn’t recognize him; he must have been in a different class. She stood up and walked over to him. As she took a seat in front of him, he looked to her.

            “Hi.” She said, smiling.

            He looked at her for a moment. “Hello.”

            “My name is Molly.”

            “Sherlock Holmes.”

            Molly’s smile brightened. “That’s a lovely name.”

            Sherlock looked down at his hands. “Thanks.”

            “What’s wrong?” Molly asked.

            “Nothing.” Sherlock said.

            Molly shook her head. “No lying. Lying isn’t nice. Something is wrong, what is it? Are you okay?”

            “I’m fine,” Sherlock told her, looking up. “I’m just, not used to talking to people.”

            “Why not?”

            He thought for a moment. “Because children are very slow.”

            “What do you mean?” Molly asked, looking to the play structure as some children ran around it. “They can run really fast. I can’t, though. Does that make me slow?”

            Sherlock let out a laugh. “No. I just mean that I am different than they are.”

            “Different? How?”

            “It’s complicated,” He sighed. “You ask a lot of questions.”

            “My dad says that too,” Molly laughed. “He said that I should stop and pick up a dicsha–dictiona-disha…”

            “Dictionary?” Sherlock suggested.

            Molly giggled. “Yeah! That!”

            The bell rang, and the children began to walk back into the building. Sherlock and Molly stood up, and walked back in side by side.

            When the end-of-school bell rang, the children filed out again to play on the playground as they waited for their parents to arrive. Molly found Sherlock by the corner again, and went to sit with him.

            “When are your mum and dad going to get here?” Molly asked.

            Sherlock shrugged. “Dad has to work, so Mum will probably be here soon.”

            “We should hang out more,” Molly said. “Then, neither of us will be lonely. It's always nice to be a little less lonely.”

            Sherlock said nothing, and Molly saw her mother waving to her from the carpark. “My mum is here,” She said. “I’ve got to go.”

            She stood up, and began walking, but stopped after a moment and turned around. “Sherlock?” She called out. He turned to look at her. “We’re friends, right?”

            He smiled. “Friends.”

            Molly let out a bright smile, and turned around, skipping to the carpark. 

Prompt by: @HG_Everdeen_Katniss