A/N: There was a picture of a rubber duck that resembled Molly making its rounds on the Sherlolly tag on tumblr and someone tagged me, asking if I could come up with something. This is what I came up with :) x
"This one, daddy, this one," said Sophie Watson, tugging at the end of her father's coat as she pointed to the item on the shelf.
"This one?" he asked, laughing, "Why?"
"Because I know he'll love it," said the little girl, "I know he will."
"If you say so," John replied, taking the object and heading to the cashier to pay for it.
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"So, how was the holiday?" asked Sherlock, as John took sat down in his armchair.
"Lovely. Good to get away for a bit. Oh, which reminds me…"
John reached into his satchel and took out a small paper bag and handed it to the detective.
"What's this?" asked Sherlock, taking the bag.
"Some detective you are," John smirked, "A souvenir. Sophie picked it just for you."
"Did she?" he remarked, smiling.
Sherlock peered into the bag and his eyes lit up in amusement. He put his hands in and pulled out a small rubber duck, a child's play thing at bath time. It was no ordinary rubber duck though, for it had been outfitted with a white doctor's coat, a stethoscope and a little blue file in hand. It had even been given a hairstyle; reddish brown locks braided at the back.
There was a small smirk on the detective's lips as he held the duck in his hands. John eyed him, raising an eyebrow.
"She said you'd love it," John began, "Insisted I bought it."
"And she's right. I do," answered Sherlock simply as he balanced the duck carefully on his kneecap.
"What are you going to do with it?" asked John, leaning over curiously.
"Not put it in the bath of course," answered the detective.
"Why not?" That is where it's supposed to be…"
John was interrupted by the sound of Sherlock chuckling quietly to himself as he tossed the duck in the air, catching it easily with his hands.
"You don't know why she got it, do you?" Sherlock asked.
"I've got an idea, yeah," John said, leaning back in his seat.
"Good, then you'll know why it stays on the mantlepiece, and not in the bath…" said Sherlock.
"What, you've already got a doctor in the bath?" John joked, staring up at his friend.
The detective returned his best friend's gaze whilst trying his best to suppress a smile.
"In a matter of speaking, yes," he said, before turning around to make his way down the corridor of rooms.
John's smiling face turned to that of confusion, before switching to utter shock as Sherlock's words slowly sank in.
"Oh, and on that note," came the detective's voice, "You might want to stay out of my room."
END