This is not mine! This was really written by one of my friends, who also loved Sherlock. I gave her this tiny bit of paper and told her to write something. And she did. So I'm posting it here. Enjoy and review! I should say it is written from Molly's point of view.
He stood there strong and masculine, looking out of the window thoughtfully, as I walked into 221b.
"Ah Molly!" he cried "I'd just like to-"he paused. Only one thing could come out of his pauses.
"Sherlock please-" I said but it was too late…
"Why is your hair like that? It was perfectly fine before. Looking at your nails, there's a hair or two, you've been constantly readjusting it. So readjusting something that's perfect… that's awfully self-consciousness you've got there. But why? Why? Why are you nervous?"
"Sherlo-"I muttered
"Oh Molly, you shouldn't have" he said with a smile
"But you're just so busy with that trampy man-"
"Raggedy" he corrected me
"Oh what does it matter? You're so busy with him doing God knows what and you have no time for me!" I said
"Don't be ridiculous!" he comforted me "I got you that lovely red Christmas present that matched your lipstick!"
"Idiot" I muttered, but I was too tired to fight anymore
"come here" he said with a sigh. He stroked my hair gently and said "don't worry love, I love you. And bow ties are rubbish anyway" he added unconvincingly. At that moment I made my own deduction-liar I thought. This was my perfect sherolly moment