So Below So Above
Chapter 2
"So, you turned my best friend into a three year old." Mary stated, glaring uncharacteristically at her fiancé, who was holding an ice-pack to the back of his head. Molly giggled from where she was perched on Mary's knee, now wearing a tiny 'Avengers' t-shirt and shorts that Mary had managed to scavenge from her nephew. "How-How is that even possible?"
John in turn glared at the detective still curled up on the sofa, face hidden in the cushions. "I think we all would like to know that."
Sherlock kicked the end arm of the sofa like the five year old he was. "I told you. We were in some laboratory and we got shot by some gel like substance and Molly de-aged. It should wear off in the morning."
"How can someone just de-age?" Mary exclaimed in disbelief, her fingers playing with Molly's brown locks.
"I take it it's some kind of new drug, for rejuvenating purposes," Sherlock replied, not realizing that he was confusing everyone in the room.
John pinched the bridge of his nose. "I'm going to have to call Mycroft in the morning, and he'll know what to do." Sherlock turned around violently, curling in on himself once more in the sofa and make a loud 'huffing' sound. John rolled his eyes. "You know I'm right, Sherlock."
"I'm 'ungry," Molly stated suddenly, looking up at Mary with those doe eye of hers.
Mary cooed instantly, "Aw, of course, baby. What would you-"
There was a loud rumble from the other side of the room. John snorted, "Sherlock, mate, when was the last time you ate?"
Sherlock gave the lying down equivalent of a shrug. Molly hopped off of Mary's lap and skipped over to him, and poked him in the back. "Sherly," she said in a high pitched whine, "You n'ed to eat!"
"My name is not Sherly," Sherlock snapped, while both John and Mary broke out into raucous giggles. "And I'm not hungry."
"Sherly," Molly said again, mouth set in a comically hard line. "You hafta eat."
"She's right, 'Sherly'," John managed to giggle out. "You have to eat. Keep up your strength."
Sherlock might have protested some more if his stomach hadn't decided to pick that moment to complain very loudly that it needed sustenance. He sighed and stood up. Molly latched onto his legs immediately. "Piggy ride, piggy ride!" She exclaimed joyously. Sherlock looked scandalized and John thought for a moment that he was going to shout at her.
"Molly, why don't I give you a piggy back ride?" John offered. Molly shook her head, arms still clasped around Sherlock's leg and beamed up at the detective.
"Sherly taller! And pretty!"
"Oh good grief," Mary said, burying her head in her hands, "She's still infatuated with him!"
John stared hard at Sherlock. The consulting detective wasn't very good with Molly when she was an adult, nowadays. Ever since he came back from his supposed 'death' there had been some sort of tension between the two. John came to the conclusion that something had happened during those three months they did not speak of. While adult Molly seemed to have been disillusioned in the process of those three months; three-year-old Molly seemed to have no qualms about the fact of making it known how much she was attracted to Sherlock.
John leaned back against the chair, waiting to see what Sherlock would do. "I'm not pretty." Sherlock said in a tone that would have made any toddler instantly recoil. Molly just glared up at him.
"Sherly made me little. Sherly gimme piggy back ride!"
John and Mary burst out laughing, John nearly choking on his own spit in the process. Sherlock looked horrified. "I beg your-"
"SHERLY! RIDE!" Molly stomped her foot, and John began to sense a tantrum coming on. He mentally thanked the fact that Mrs. Hudson was with her sister for the weekend.
Apparently Sherlock had sensed it to, because he swooped down and placed the girl on his shoulders. She squealed in delight and dug her fingers into his hair for a better grip.
Sherlock was not amused when Mary pulled out her mobile camera and took a snapshot.
Sherlock scowled as he fell flat on his bed, Molly instantly burrowing closer to him. Why did he have to have her in his bed? John had a perfectly good bed, hell, even the couch was a great option. But no, the wretched girl insisted on his bed, him giving her 'piggy rides', him reading her atrocious bedtime stories which Mary had brought.
Sherlock Holmes did not like reading bedtime stories. Sherlock Holmes did not like reading bedtime stories to young children. Sherlock Holmes did not, on the pain of death, 'do the voices.'
"I don't see why you didn't go with Mary. She is supposed to be your friend."
"You s'mell nice," Molly said in reply, suddenly climbing onto his chest and nestling there.
"We had a deal. You keep to your side of the bed, and I let you sleep here."
"Stop talking, Sherly. G'night." Sherlock could find no way to detangle the girl off of him. For a three-year-old, she had a surprising strong grip.
When Sherlock woke in the morning—he hadn't really slept, just dozed off in a haze sometimes—he realized that Molly hadn't changed back. He would have to call Mycroft now. There wasn't really anything for it; no matter how much he loathed the thought of calling in his brother. He noticed that he had curled around protectively around the girl, his arms around her and her still clinging to his t-shirt.
The door opened softly, and John poked his head in. "Aw, isn't this just a pretty picture, Sherly?" John said snidely.
"Go away," Sherlock snapped, and it came out much louder and harsher than he meant to, because Molly immediately woke up and started sniffling. And then before either of the men could do anything, she burst out in a full fledged cry mode.
She twisted away from Sherlock, and John managed to catch her. "Daddy." She started blubbering, "I want daddy."
"Hush, hush," John soothed, carrying her out of the room. "How about a nice glass of milk?"
"Chocolate?" Molly sniffled out.
"Uh…yes, of course." Oh great, now he would have to break into Mrs. Hudson's flat. Again. "Why hasn't she changed back yet?" John called when he re-entered the kitchen after depositing Molly on the sofa. "Sherlock?"
Sherlock came in through the outer kitchen door, carrying a tin. "Here." He handed him the tin of cocoa powder, John staring at it dumbly.
"How did you know-?"
"When I woke up crying when I was younger," Sherlock said, uncharacteristically sheepish, "Mycroft would make me chocolate."
"Mycroft-?" John asked
"You heard me perfectly," Sherlock snapped. "I'm not saying it again."
John hid a smile, before becoming serious. "You should call him. He would know what to do." He heated up the milk.
"I already texted him. He should be here soon." Sherlock scowled as John handed him another glass of milk.
"Drink up," John said testily. "You didn't eat well last night."
When John left the kitchen and Sherlock could hear him talking to Molly, no doubt calming her down more, he stalked towards the sink, intent of dumping the ghastly substance down the drain. Or maybe he could use it to grow those bacteria again. Could there be some change in the rate of growth now that cocoa had been added-
"No Sherlock," came John's stern voice. "You will drink that."
Sherlock pulled a face and downed the whole thing in two large swallows.
A/N: The things I do for you guys. I had a major struck of 'what am I doing, I can't write, there are better people out there, I should stop writing' a few nights ago. Because everyone else is writing such serious, wonderful fics, and here I am writing crack. And continuing to write crack. Well, crack-ish.
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P.S: this will have a few more chapters, as some of you asked for it.
EDIT: Thank you for the encouraging comments, Zora Arian and Irma Arisa Laye. It's really heartwarming to know I make you all laugh. FUNNY STORIES FTW :D