Note from author: The prompt: Windows. This prompt was given to me by the lovely Michelle (theheartofascientist). It's just a little bit of Kid!lock. I wrote it while my power was out for three hours (bad weather, ick.). I hope you like it. WARNING: Fluff.
"Mummy, could you tell me a story?" Six-year-old Molly Hooper asked sheepishly before her mother closed her bedroom door.
A smile settled on Mrs. Hooper's face as she nodded and returned to the foot of her daughter's bed. "Alright, what story would you like to hear this time?"
The little girl shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know." She replied simply.
Mrs. Hooper had to think for a moment before a story finally came to her. "Would you like to hear one of my favorite stories, Molly?"
"What's it about?" She inquired eagerly.
"It's about a little boy who never wants to grow up. His name is Peter Pan." Her mother explained.
Molly's eyes lit up. "Oh, yes, please."
Mrs. Hooper proceeded to tell her the story of an adventurous boy who could fly between worlds.
"How does he fly?" The littler Hooper asked, her eyes wide with awe.
"Well, you see, Peter has a friend named Tinkerbell. She is a fairy, and she has magical pixie dust that allows people to fly!"
"Wow." Molly gasped.
Next, she learned about his home.
"Neverland isn't a place here on Earth." Mrs. Hooper explained as she motioned towards the sky outside Molly's window. "It is the second star to the right."
Her daughter looked out the window, following her mother's hand motions.
"What is it like there?" Molly asked curiously.
"Oh, it's lovely. There are lagoons where mermaids swim, beautiful forests filled with hundreds of adventures, and oceans that stretch as far as the eye can see. That's where Captain Hook and his crew sail on their pirate ship." Her mother explained enthusiastically.
Molly was amazed.
"Is Peter Pan a pirate, Mummy?"
"No, no, he and Captain Hook do not get along at all."
Mrs. Hooper went on to tell the tale of how the good Captain lost his hand, and how he wanted nothing more than revenge on Peter Pan. Afterwards, she talked about the Lost Boys, John, Michael, and Wendy.
A frown formed on little Molly's face as the story came to an end. "Didn't they like it in Neverland with Peter?" She wondered aloud.
"Of course they did, but the Darlings realized that they missed their family back here in London, so they decided to go home."
"Oh." Molly yawned, finally showing signs of being tired.
"That's enough for you tonight." Mrs. Hooper smiled and placed a kiss on her daughter's forehead. "Goodnight, my dear. Sweet dreams." She tucked Molly in again, turned off the lights, and left the bedroom.
Molly closed her eyes tightly, hoping to dream about Peter Pan coming to her window and taking her away to Neverland.
Sleep was about to overtake her when she suddenly heard something at her window. She did not waste a second. Her eyes shot open and she ran to the window.
Her room was on the second floor of the house so it could only be one person. It had to be Peter Pan.
It took her a moment to figure out how to open the window, but she was able to do it quickly.
"Careful!" A boy's voice snapped from outside.
"Peter Pan is that you?" She asked excitedly as she looked around for the source of the voice.
All of the sudden a curly haired boy's head popped into view.
He had bright blue eyes and looked absolutely nothing like her mother said he did.
His brows pulled together in confusion. "No. Peter Pan is not real. He is fictional." The boy stated matter-of-factly while trying to get a better grip on the windowsill.
Molly frowned. "Then who are you?" She demanded although it sounded more nervous than anything, "Why are you climbing up the side of my house?"
He tipped his head to her before introducing himself, "Captain Sherlock Holmes."
Sherlock rolled his eyes as if the answer to her second question was obvious. "I wanted to see how long it would take compared to climbing up mine." He tossed his head back, motioning towards the house next door.
Molly's eyes glanced over him, well, what she could see of him, and she crossed her arms in front of her chest. "So you're a pirate?"
It was very lucky that her mother had told her about these things earlier tonight, she thought.
Captain Holmes nodded.
"You don't look like a pirate."
"I dropped my hate while I was climbing." He retorted immediately in an attempt to defend his pirate-ness.
"Oh." She squeaked.
"Well, my mother says that pirates are rugged and brutish. Are you rugged and brutish?"
Sherlock frowned, "I am not that kind of pirate."
"What kind of pirate are you, then?" Molly inquired.
At some point, she had leaned towards him, but she only noticed this now which caused her face to turn bright red.
He noted her strange, girly behavior, but decided to ignore it.
Sherlock was silent for a long time as he tried to find the correct answer for her question. "I haven't decided yet."
"Oh." She said again.
"Well," Her voice began softly, "you better be careful, and watch out for crocodiles. You don't want to end up like Captain Hook."
His brows pulled together again. "What happened to Captain Hook?"
A smile spread across Molly's face, "Come in and I'll tell you."
After a bit of internal conflict, Captain Holmes climbed through the girl's window and decided to learn about this Captain Hook fellow. He figured he should know about other captains considering he was one himself.
Molly told him the whole story of Peter Pan and Captain Hook.
It turned out that a visit from Captain Sherlock Holmes was much better than one from Peter Pan
Well, that was the story! I like to think that Molly and Sherlock stayed up acting/playing out the adventures of Captain Hook and Peter Pan or something like that. I hope it was decent enough. Thank you for reading. I love you guys. xoxox