Hi, Everyone!
This is my second Sherlock-related fan fiction! Hope you enjoy this and remember English is not my native tongue so any error is not intended. Reviews are welcomed!
The story is inspired by the awesome fanart by Sashkash on Tumblr. Check it out here.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Sherlock (property of BBC and Conan Doyle).
Dead bird.
Little Molly used to play in the open air. She liked staying outside her house, where a giant tree reigned over her garden. There she had always found different kind of little animals, but her favourite were the birds. She loved watching them flying through the branches of the big tree and hearing them humming some lovely melodies.
That was one of those days where Molly could not stand being in her bedroom when outside the sun shone bright and a light breeze played with the fallen leaves. She left her house and caught with the sight two lovely birds that were playing hide and seek between the last leaves on the tree, almost ready to sleep for the winter. She watched them chasing each other for half an hour and was about to turn back home, when noticed them approaching in flight. No, actually only one bird was flying.. well.. not flying but falling on the ground. Molly ran to succour the bird, but when she arrived it was already dead. She poked it twice and, like the curious girl she was, she approached more to the bird and looked for any cause of its fall.
"You're different." Told her a voice from behind her. "Other girls would have screamed, you didn't. Why?"
He turned half only to see a young black haired boy with a grin on his lips.
"Why would I have to scream? It's only a dead bird. Nothing that can hurt me. What are you doing in my garden, anyway?" she simply replied.
"I can hurt you, you know?" he ignored her question but when she didn't react to his threat, he sighed. "I was just messing around and then I saw those bird flying there and I've killed one."
"No, you didn't. I did." A voice behind him interrupted. A taller boy with blonde hair went near Molly and took the bird as if it was a trophy.
"And you are..?" asked Molly in confusion.
"He's Sebastian" answered instead the shorter one, disappointed because she hadn't asked him before, "and I'm Jim. He has a better aim, so I ordered him to kill the bird for me."
Molly laughed a bit. "So you're just saying that you're the boss and he's your sniper?"
"He's not my boss-" exclaimed Seb.
"Yes, I am. And what's your name, little mouse?"
"I'm Molly Hooper, not a mouse." she proudly affirmed.
"Yes, you are. From now on you're my little mousy Molly. Do you want to join our group?"
Molly winked twice and pretended to think about it before she answered "Yes. But what would be my role in your group?"
"Mice are small, they can go anywhere and see so much things that other animals can't see.. maybe you can be our spy?"
"A spy?" she smiled briefly.
"Yes. We actually have a work for you." Jim glances to Seb, who responded with a grin and then both looked hungrily at Molly.
"So.. are you two going to tell me who is our victim?" Molly could tell that the two boys were surprised by her.
Seb answered for Jim. "A certain Sherlock Holmes."
And they burst out into laugh before planning a revolution against the curled genius.