I found out that I'm much better with stories that don't have a constant theme, because my mind actually strays away while doing something. Besides that, my major exams are in October, so whenever I got ideas, they are never about caring. For that, I profusely apologise for my other fic, All to do with caring, that became 'complete' without any warning. T^T That said, I'll be doing one-shots from now on when I have free time, to compensate, I guess…
Anyway, I've got inspiration from another fanart again! This one's from Graphitekind's 'BBC Sherlock comic: bad at playgrounds' over at dA, so if anyone knows of him/her, please inform him/her that I've got inspired. The drawing's cute, if I may add :3

Molly Hooper, age 5, kept sneaking glances at the raven curly-haired boy about a few feet away from her. She noticed he had been by himself since he arrived 20 minutes ago. Molly was definitely not a social butterfly (or any other insect for that matter; she absolutely hate them), but at her age, when the only time she talked to someone else other than her imaginary friend Pipa was Mr Lucky (her favourite yellow teddy bear with a large bow on its neck, given as a birthday present the year before), she was constantly encouraged (no, scratch that, forced) by her parents to talk to the other kids at daycare. She never paid those requests mind because she adamantly held on to the belief that Pipa and Mr Lucky were all that she needed. But when Mr Lucky was hidden in the attic (she dared not go up there; it's DARK and full of SCARY SPIDERS) and Pipa left her alone after she accidentally insulted her dress, Molly became lonely. 'Should have talked to the others. Now that we're 2/3 in the year, none of them wants to talk to me,' she had thought, and kept to herself ever since.

Until she saw that boy.

She knew he was the new kid that came into the daycare, and in some ways, he was like her. He held on to a teddy bear, and prefered to be alone, as seen from the numerous times he ignored the other daycare kids' invitations to play with them. Molly, somehow sensing that although he refused to play with the kids, he was quite lonely, decided to approach him. 'Since we're quite the same, maybe he'll be my first friend, as I might be to him.' Full of new-found confidence, she made her way to him.

He was reading a rather thick book, something about a pirate's legacy, with his bear clutched to his chest. Upon seeing him, Molly saw that he was about a year older than her. Nonetheless, she pressed on.

"You look like you need a friend," she observed, standing beside him while giving the brightest and friendliest smile she ever owned.

Suddenly something soft smacked her in the face (very hard), obscuring her view of the boy. The impact made her nose sting badly and when the object was removed, she tried to hold back tears of pain, opting to wrinkle her nose to relieve the stinging instead. Without even glancing up from his book, the boy brought his hand with the bear back to his chest, saying in the process, "Incorrect deduction."