Prompt: Kid!lock


Sherlock took a deep breath and tried to stop his hands from shaking. He stared across the school yard, squeezing the bundle in his hands so tightly he thought he might crush it.

Curious and observant, even at twelve years old, Sherlock did not have many friends. In fact, he could name only two. The first, of course, was his best mate John Watson. They had quickly bonded when John hit two older boys who had called Sherlock a freak. A month of detention and a severe scolding from both sets of parents had been worth cementing their lifelong friendship.

His only other friend, Molly Hooper, was a shy, pretty girl he had met in Year 2. While the other children laughed at his odd behavior and eagerness to learn, Molly encouraged him, going so far as to accompany him on exploratory treks through the forest. She understood his thirst for knowledge and interest in science, and her face lit up whenever they had discovered some new bit of information.

Today was Molly's birthday, and Sherlock had painstakingly picked out a present for her. He wanted to make her smile. He really liked when she was happy because of him.

He balled his fists and marched over to his friend, who was currently engrossed in a book about fireflies, a gift from John. He gently tapped on her shoulder, causing her to look up at him, and handed her the bouquet of flowers in his hand.

Her smile was instantaneous, as she set the book down beside her and grabbed the arrangement of wildflowers he had plucked himself. She held them up to her nose and breathed in the sweet scent.

He cleared his throat to catch her attention. "Hap – happy birthday, Molly," he stuttered, cheeks blushing pink in embarrassment. Her pretty eyes gazed at him thoughtfully for a moment.

"I thought you'd forgotten," she said quietly, grinning down at the flowers once more. "Did you pick these flowers all by yourself?"

He mumbled out a "Yes" before quickly turning and moving back toward the school. A small hand grasping his arm stopped him. When he looked back, her face was scrunched up in concentration.

"Molly?" he questioned, wondering what was going on. She took a deep breath and braced herself, pushing her shoulders back.

Before he realized what was happening, a pair of soft lips caressed his cheek. He felt more blood rushing to his face, and he imagined he looked like a tomato right now. She moved away just as quickly. "Thank you, Sherlock." She sprinted away, pausing only to pick up her book, and was gone before his brain could comprehend her words. His mouth hung open as he stared after her, and his hand came to rest on his face where she had kissed him.

He noticed John lurking in the bushes nearby, obviously spying on his two friends. When he realized Sherlock had spotted him, he stepped out, a huge smirk adorning his face. "Looks like she enjoyed your present." His grin widened at Sherlock's discomfort.

His friend refused to comment, remaining silent as they returned to class, although John observed the couple watching each other across the classroom, cheeks flushing once more when their eyes met.


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