A/N: Inspired by an online prompt.


It's supposed to be a tranq dart! Why in the fucking hell did Jim say it was a tranq dart when it's clearly not? Sebastian Moran dropped to his knees then peered under the sofa. Not there. Where did she go? There aren't too many places a naked, doll-sized woman can hide in a flat.

Right?

He finally found her cowering behind the toilet in the loo, a flannel wrapped around her body. Seb took a deep breath then knelt beside the toilet and held out a hand to her. "Please, Dr. Hooper. I'm not going to hurt you."

"No, you just shrank me instead!" Molly yelled at him, her voice the same pitch as when she was her normal height, just not the same volume.

"I swear, I had no idea the dart would do that. They told me it was a tranquilizer."

"Why should I believe you?!"

"To be honest, there's no reason you should, except that I can take you to the man who made the dart. Whatever he did, he can reverse."

She narrowed her eyes at him. "What were you going to do to me if it had been a tranquilizer?"

"I was going to take you to Jim, he wants to use you as the bait in a trap for Holmes."

"And now?"

"I'll get you cured then I'll bring you back here. Jim's got a lot to answer for." He held up the dart. "This could've killed you. Jim knows I don't kill women or children."

Molly considered him for a moment then looked down at herself before looking back up at him. "I'm not going anywhere without clothes."

"Well," he said, rubbing the back of his neck, "that's going to be a bit difficult since your clothes didn't shrink with you."

"I'm about the size of a Barbie, just go to the store and pick up some clothes."

"Yeah, a grown man buying doll clothes, I'll fit right in."

"Just pretend they're for your daughter. Please, Colonel."

He raised an eyebrow. "I didn't tell you my name."

"I don't have to be Sherlock to figure out who you are – a sniper who works for Jim? You'd have to be Col. Sebastian Moran."

He smiled a bit. "Jim said you're a smart one."

Half an hour later, he was in the fashion doll aisle of the nearest store, desperately texting Molly. She had allowed him to carry her back to her bedroom, where he left her on her bed with her phone.

Bad news – no bras or panties. Seb

Just get some bikinis, they're close enough. Molly

He returned to find her where he left her, sitting on the bed with her back against the pillow, which looked more like a wall behind her. Her eyes lit up when she saw the plastic shopping bag he was holding. He set it down beside her then opened the bag and took the packages out.

"I … um … didn't know exactly what to get, so…"

Molly looked the clothes over, smiling a bit. "I think I can do without the evening gown, but it is pretty. Thank you for all of this."

"You're welcome." He opened all the packaging for her then left the room so she could dress.

He went back in when Molly called out that she was ready, finding her sitting on the edge of the bed and putting on a pair of white plastic open-toe high heel shoes. She was wearing a yellow sundress with white polka dots and Seb couldn't help feeling that she looked adorable.

He quickly squelched that notion. "Ready to go?"


"More than ready." Molly looked longingly at her phone. There's no way I'd be able to carry it.

Seb took the phone and stuck it in his pocket. He then picked up his brown leather rucksack and held it open, smiling a bit. "Hop in."

"Right," she muttered. Molly gestured for him to put it on the bed then she climbed in and sat down, ignoring the various things that were in there with her.

Sebastian tightened the drawstring at the top of the bag then closed the flap, leaving her in complete darkness.

"Hey!" she protested.

He opened the flap and looked down at her through the gap. "Sorry, Dr. Hooper, but I don't want you falling out."

"Fine, but don't forget I'm in here."

He smiled a bit. "No chance of that."

The journey was arduous for Molly. Being jostled this way and that, in the dark, in such a small space that was getting a bit warm. She barely kept from crying out when the bag suddenly turned upside down, causing a pen to smack her across her shins while she tried to move out of the way of everything else falling on her, then the bag was quickly righted again.

The trip was calmer after that. Molly heard a door open then close then the flap opened and Seb looked down at her. "This is Dr. Franken's lab. Just hold on a little longer."

"Okay."

He closed the flap again. She was only in the dark for a few minutes before she heard him say loudly and angrily, "Fuck!" A moment later, the flap was opened and the drawstring was hastily loosened before he shoved something large into the bag.

"Hey!"

"Quiet," he said quickly. "We're not out of the woods yet." He closed the flap.

In darkness once again, Molly slid her hand along the new thing and realized it was a notebook. Her hand hit something wet. Swallowing hard, she brought her hand to her nose and sniffed.

Blood.