The other three chapter story I have written... The other chapters will come within the next few days ^^
"Sherlock" Molly groaned, as the boy in question pulled her along behind him.
"Sherlock I'm not in the mood for doing experiments today" she said, knowing that that was what he was dragging her along for since he'd been talking about one for the last week.
"Not doing an experiment" he mumbled as he continued to pull her along, trying to get her to move faster.
"Sherlock we've known each other since we were born, I know when you're fibbing"
"Alright" he admitted throwing his arms in the air, "there might be an experiment, but it's not what you think. So would you just come along?"
Molly sulked as she unwillingly followed him, annoyed at the fact that she couldn't even cross her arms to show her discontent since Sherlock was holding one of them.
Sherlock slammed the door open, knowing very well that he wouldn't get trouble for it since his parent's had left to visit his brother in London just a few hours earlier.
"Sherlock, please just let me go back... home" Molly stopped whining when she was dragged into the living room and saw the fort of blankets and pillows situated in front of the telly. There was an assortment of sweets, gummy bears, salty liquorice, and chocolate lying next to a stack of DVDs; Die Hard, Clueless, Star Wars, and Some Like It Hot. Her favourite teddy Bill (named after her favourite uncle) placed atop the pillows.
"As I said, it is a sort of experiment, but you're the test subject so you won't have to do anything other than enjoy yourself." Sherlock said, smiling proudly of himself.
"Uhm not that this doesn't look great Sherlock, but why me?" Molly questioned as she looked closer only to see that the sweets and movies were all ones she'd told Mary were her favourites.
"Well obviously the experiment on how to make you smile wouldn't work as well with the others as it would you, wouldn't you agree" Sherlock said as he pushed her fluffiest pyjama into her hands.
"Go change" he said as he pushed her towards the loo. Molly could do little else but acquiesce.
"Might I ask why you're doing an experiment on making me smile?" Molly asked as soon as she'd changed and emerged back into the living room where Sherlock was now lounging comfortably in the fort, dressed in his own pyjama.
"Because it's unsettling when you're not smiling" he answered as if that would explain everything.
"But Sherlock I smile all the time" she replied as she sat down next to him, crossing her legs to find a suitable position.
"I know you do, but it's wrong, the smiles are wrong."
When Molly just looked at him with a thoroughly confused expression across her face Sherlock ran a hand through his hair before sitting up.
"Your parent's fought again last night didn't they" he said as his eyes searched her face for the truth.
Molly knew her gaze fell to the floor for a second before returning to Sherlock; she also knew that was enough for Sherlock to see the truth.
"That's what I mean Molly, you might smile, but they're not happy smiles. They're not your smiles" he finished silently, mentally cringing for saying something as sentimental as that.
"I'm just tired; the fighting often carries on into the night. But i'll be fine" she replied, her gaze having fallen back to the floor as it became too painful to look at Sherlock's insistent gaze.
Sherlock grunted as an answer and Molly knew the conversation was over. She rested her head against one of the soft pillows and watched silently as Sherlock put a dvd on, and accepting the glass of cola he brought back with him.
Molly giggled at Sherlock's choice of movie, granted it was one of her favourites, but it wasn't one she'd thought he'd pick to make her smile.
She cringed as John McClane pulled out the glass from underneath his feet, earning a roll of Sherlock's eyes.
"Really Molly, if you want to become a pathologist, is this really something to wince at?" He asked incredulously.
"The people i'll be working on will be dead Sherlock, and it's not as much the sight of it as it is the idea of having to do that to yourself." She argued, as she kept her eyes fixed on the screen.
They 'argued' throughout the rest of the movie and around halfway into the next until Molly failed to reply.
Sherlock looked to his side and found her fast asleep, in a position that could in no way be comfortable.
For some reason it came naturally to him to change her position, and so he shifted her so she was lying against his side, her head resting softly on his shoulder. Within minutes, Sherlock had fallen asleep as well.