Sherlock, Molly, pathology books, and wisps of heather

She was walking down the hallway in the distance when he spotted her by the corner of his eye.
Molly, in the split-second moment she toppled down for the second time, noticed this boy who stood out.
Seven inches from the floor, he caught her in his arms.
Her lips brimmed with a silly kind of joy, like the time when you pull at a wishbone with someone and you get the bigger part.

Really now. He ran away faster.
She trod as quick as she could, intent on reaching him first.

A Sherlolly fanfic (AU?) in which Sherlock and Molly are children and whatever it's 2AM.

I wrote this in 2014, I think, so I'm sorry because it's unpolished and confusing. But I hope you enjoy it nonetheless :D