Sherlock as a child killed me, I cried when Sherlock faced Mycroft after shooting Magnussen, that was so sweet. Mycroft seeing him as his little brother.
A six year-old Molly Hooper was enjoying her vacation on Oklahoma with her parents. They had been in a lot of places since they came here, but she hadn't had any time to make new friends, nor did she care. Everyone in her town thought she was weird so, why bother? Books were better than people, they didn't make fun of you and they didn't move to a bigger city. Books always had greater adventures and romances than friends.
A sob was heard from behind the bushes. Molly, curious as she was, went to investigate the source of the cries.
A child, with curly hair who was a year or two older than her and much taller than her was whimpering, hugging a auburn coloured dog.
"Why are you crying?" She asked kneeling in front of him.
"Go away! It's none of your business!"
"But you are crying." She said, cocking her head.
"And you are a silly girl! go away!" He said stubbornly.
She looked at the dog, who was panting and flapping his tail happily.
"You have a very beautiful dog, what's his name?"
The boy didn't answered and buried his face in the animal's fur. Seconds passed, but for Molly they seemed like hours.
"His name is RedBeard." He spoke. His voice was tingled with sadness.
"And why are you sad?"
"I'm not sad, stupid girl."
Molly clenched her small fists and stomped her foot down.
"Why do you say such horrible things? You are mean and I'm only trying to be nice to you!"
The boy blinked astonished. That was the first time a girl, a pretty girl, was trying to be nice to him, without calling him a 'freak' o laughing at him.
"And what's your name?" He asked shyly.
"It's Molly. And yours?"
"I'm William."
She smiled at him.
"And why are you so sad William?"
William looked sadly at the dog and tightened his embrace.
"They are going to kill my dog."
Molly gasped in surprise.
"They? Who are they?"
William grunted, and the dog started growling.
"Bad people who only want to do bad things. They want to kill him because he's different, just like me."
Molly's interest was picked at this.
"And why are you different? You seem pretty normal to me."
William, huffed in annoyance.
"Because I know things other people don't and I notice things people don't notice."
"That doesn't make you different, William. It makes you special, you are not a freak." She said sweetly.
William's head snapped up and blushed, he liked Molly, she was good with him and she didn't mind his 'skills'. She was different, but in a good meaning of the word.
Molly could heard her parents calling for her, that only meant that her vacations were almost over. She couldn't help but feel sad, she had just met William, she didn't want to leave him alone.
"William, I have to go…" William's eyes saddened, obviously he didn't count the possibility of her leaving. She didn't want to leave either, but her parents had to work two days after tomorrow and they had to return to England. She had an idea.
"It's cold here, you will get ill. And you seem sad, so I'll give you my scarf."
She removed her blue scarf from her neck and put it on his neck delicately.
"Bye, William. I'll hope to meet you again in the future." She said kissing him on the cheek.
The tips of William's ear reddened, he really liked Molly.
Molly looked at the tea mug on her hands. It had gone cold thirty minutes ago. But she didn't care. The only thing that mattered was the image that keep repeating itself on every television of London.
Did you miss me? Did you miss me? Did you miss me? Did you miss me?
Of course I didn't miss you, you psychotic bastard. She thought bitterly.
The worst of all was that Sherlock was nowhere to be found, he had left her a message but it didn't explain anything.
Goodbye.That was the only thing written on it, nothing more. She couldn't help but feel frustrated and scared at the same time. Bloody Holmes, for turning her into a coward mouse.
The window of her living room was opened and she screamed in fright, fearing it was Moriarty. Instead, Sherlock entered through the window and fixed her with an annoyed glare.
"Molly please, do shut up. The last thing we need is Moriarty knowing I'm here."
Molly clenched her jaw and raised her hand to slap him again for worrying her. But he was faster and grabbed her wrist before he could hit him and yanked her towards him, making their chests to crush into each other.
Molly looked at him breathing heavily.
"Not this time Dr. Hooper." He said breathlessly. He could feel her eyes prickling with sadness and fear.
"Where were you?" She asked.
"I was about to go on a suicidal mission for killing Magnussen, but England needed me back." He simply said.
Molly's eyes widened with surprise.
"What? Why didn't you tell me?" She said.
Her eyes were sad, why didn't he tell her? didn't he trust her with his life? she was starting to doubt of her importance to him again and he couldn't have that. She was far too precious for him. So, how could he demostrate her how much he valued her?
He sighed and removed his scarf and put it around her neck.
"What are you doing?" She asked.
"You seem sad, so I'll give you my scarf." He tenderly caressed her cheekbone with his tumb.
Her eyes were full of tears.
It has always been him… She remembered those words, she said to William aka Sherlock those years ago. She should have recognized him sooner.
"You kept it..." She said.
She was about to kiss his cheek when she was stopped by him.
"Not this time, Molly." And he placed a chaste kiss on her lips.
They stood there, embraced, during minutes. That would be the only minutes of peace they would have before the game started.