A/N: I had received a message on tumblr with just one word, "Lollipop" and assumed this was a prompt that had come like, months after I had done this 'one word' prompt thing. Since I had a little bit of time, I wrote this little thing. Hope you'll enjoy it. x

Lollipop

It had been declared an emergency. Sherlock had heard it from the girl herself. When she had put the phone down, he quite literally flew out of his flat and hopped into the first cab he could find.

When he arrived, the last thing he expected to see at the Watson's was Molly Hooper on the sofa cuddling a sleepy, but still sobbing Sophie Watson. The five-year old was clutching Molly, softly whimpering into her shoulder as she did so. Molly had one arm wrapped around the upset child and a hand gently stroking the little girl's ponytail, as if to soothe her.

The moment Molly saw him, she immediately put a finger to her lips, telling him to be quiet. Sherlock nodded and tread in quietly, sitting down in an armchair across from the girls. In his bid to be quiet, he resorted to sign language, pointing first at Molly, mouthing the word, you, and then making the symbol of a telephone. Molly nodded. She had understood him. It was her who had helped the little girl place the call to the detective.

Sherlock had known the Watsons were away on another Harry-related family crisis, which was why Sophie had been in the care of a 'sitter' since Thursday. He had been a little miffed in the beginning that he had not been asked to watch his own goddaughter, but all had been forgiven when Molly was called instead. He would have elected Molly himself for she was brave, trustworthy, and far more skilled than he was.

The little girl was sharp, like her mother, and knew immediately that someone had entered the living room. She turned her little face around, only to see the concerned face of her godfather smiling at her with the gentle smile he reserved only for this little girl.

"Do you want to tell me what's happened?" he asked, opening his arms wide to receive her.

The little girl smiled through her wet eyes and leapt from Molly into her beloved godfather's arms. Molly smiled at the sight, and took a moment to stretch her arms.

"Tea?" asked Molly, "I need some myself."
"Please," he answered with a nod.

Leaving the two to discuss the 'emergency', Molly left to put the kettle on. As she took a breather in the kitchen, fixing her hair and splashing her face with some cold water, she could not help but chuckle and wonder how Sherlock was going to fix Sophie's little problem.

"So you lost the lollipop you were given at school?" Molly could hear Sherlock say.
"Yes. It was Emmaline's birthday party at school. She gave us the lollipops."
"And you're sure you put it in your bag?" asked the detective.
"Yes, but maybe it fell out," said the little girl, "Find it for me please, Uncle Sherlock."
"Well, I'm not sure if I can find one tiny lollipop in such a short time…" began Sherlock.

When Molly brought out the tray of tea, she was a little startled to see how crestfallen Sophie's face had become.

"But you're a detective…" Sophie pleaded, trying her best to be brave and not cry.

Sherlock laughed gently and swept her back into his arms, giving her a tight hug. He kissed the side of her face and whispered something to her, igniting a gasp of surprise from the little girl.

"Really?" she whispered excitedly in return.

Sherlock nodded, as the little girl turned to face Molly. Molly remained startled, wondering why the detective and his goddaughter were both staring at her like that.

"Y-es?" Molly asked, placing the tea tray down carefully.

Sophie trundled over to Molly and looked up at her with bright, curious eyes.

"Uncle Sherlock says you're good at science," Sophie remarked excitedly.
"Maybe," Molly replied with a chuckle, "Why did he say that?"
"We're going to make lollipops," interrupted the detective, reaching for his tea.
"Yes, we are!" exclaimed Sophie, clapping her hands in delight.
"Cooking, and making food, is science, isn't it, Sophie?" Sherlock asked, but looking up at Molly.

They exchanged looks and Molly shook her head, smirking, before nodding in agreement.

"It would take much longer for me to find your lollipop," said Sherlock to Sophie, "So if Aunty Molly is happy to help us, we should just make our own."
"Well then if that's the case," Molly said, "We'll need to go to Uncle Sherlock's. We haven't got the right thermometers here to make lollipops."

It was Sherlock's turn to smile. Sophie had run back to his lap, her mood having been significantly lifted. He looked down at the little girl and kissed her on the cheek again.

"Looks like you should just stay over at Uncle Sherlock's," he said, looking back at Molly.
"No, we don't have to—"

Molly was interrupted by Sophie's squeal of delight and watched helplessly as the girl bounced off to her room in her attempt to pack for staying over at her godfather's.

"Don't worry, I've kept her spare nursery in tact. John said to always keep it there. For emergencies." Sherlock explained, helping Molly carry the tea things back into the kitchen.
"We'll be done by dinnertime, Sherlock, and we can always head back," Molly said, following him. "You're busy with the museum and their missing Mondrians, so we shouldn't trouble you more than we have already."

The detective smirked to himself as he began washing the mugs of tea.

"It's no trouble at all," he said calmly, placing the mugs under the running water.

Molly folded her arms and merely stared at him.

"Oh, and one more thing," he said, shutting the tap off and turning to face Molly.
"Yes?" she asked.
"You'll have to make do with my room," he remarked casually, "No problem there, I hope?"

There was a small smile on his lips and Molly shook her head, chuckling. Carefully, she looked to see if Sophie was still around before leaning to kiss him quickly on the cheek.

"None in the least," she replied before exiting the kitchen to help little Sophie Watson pack for her sweet little adventure at 221B Baker Street.

END