Round and Round the Garden, Like a Teddy Bear
Disclaimer: It's not mine, not really. Sherlock belongs to the BBC, Sherlock Holmes belongs to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.
A/N: The finale of Sherlock was amazing, but one of the things that struck me was that altough Sherlock doesn't know that the Earth moves around the Sun (how? Seriously, how?) he does know nursery rhymes.
He doesn't remember much about her.
He doesn't remember the shape of her face or the colour of her eyes, or the way her ears felt as he whispered into them when he was shy. He doesn't remember how she used to dress, or whether she was fat or thin.
He does, however, remember the way her face lit up when she was happy, and he remembers how her hair would swing forwards as she laughed.
He loved hearing her laugh. She would bend over ever so slightly and her eyes would crease up at the corners. One hand would fly to cover her mouth, her shoulders (which, now he thinks about it, were fairly bony) would shake and a sweet, melodic noise would bubble up in her throat and rush out between her lips into the air and hang there, like the seeds of a dandelion clock before they are blown away.
He remembers the way she would sing nursery rhymes to him as a child.
"Round and round the garden,
Like a teddy bear,
One step, two step…
Tickle him under there!"
She would grab him by his chest and tickle him, long fingers reaching for his flanks and underarms and the crooks of his elbows. He would squeal and giggle and beg her to stop.