Chapter 5

Much love to NoveraDeMedici for being awesome and the Sherlock to my John.

Sherlock did not know why he liked Molly so much, he just felt some sort of bond with her. Maybe it was something from back when he was older. In the two days he had stayed with that simple-toon of a brother he had, Mycrwoft had only told him that he had been turned into a three year old and nothing more.

He had flashes of disjointed memories sometimes; each almost a fading dream. He could connect some of them- there was one of an old woman who hugged him and made delicious muffins, a silver-haired man who had this tired look in his eyes…most of all of a sandy haired man who wore jumpers exactly like John, loved tea and seemed to like him. Sherlock was also surprised to find that he had liked that man equally well. He particularly treasured a snippet of memory of the sandy man punching a pudgy man straight in the nose. Why did he like that memory so much? Maybe that man had defended him for some reason.

Then there were those memories of Molly. They really weren't memories…just Molly against a blinding white background, even though she seemed to be wearing different clothes. And those flashes….he couldn't really find any that didn't make him feel bad. Why was that? Molly never made him feel bad. Molly hugged him and let him sleep next to her; she had given him his bear John, she said he was brilliant and played pirates with him when she was not busy writing down things about dead people. He could even bear the kisses she gave him each night; they made him feel warm and safe.

But there was one memory, a crystal clear memory of Molly. It was as if his older self had stored it away with as much care as he had stored the memories of that sandy-haired blue-eyed man.

That memory wasn't particularly happy, every time he remembered that there was first a whooshing sensation as if he was falling…and then darkness…then a scent of lilies that seemed to hang around Molly's hair, and then her big brown eyes looking at him with worry.

Sherlock was smart, so he assumed that he had fallen down somewhere and Molly had patched him up. Because that's what Molly did. Like the time Toby scratched him (he was only trying to play, but apparently, Toby was more stupid than Mycrwoft) she had looked at him with exactly those eyes, worried and scared. And he wasn't even crying then. Molly was a bit weird sometimes.

Sherlock woke with a jolt. He had dreamed about that scary man with the weird voice again. He did not like that man; even though it had been a dream Sherlock wanted to run away from him, as far as he could. This dream had been worse, the bad man had gotten a bomb strapped around the man who was like John and was going to kill him.

The horrible thing was he wasn't sure it was only a dream or not.

He pulled John closer to him. He wasn't going to cry. He was a big boy now, he was six, or what Mycrwoft told him the last time he visited. He had grown out of most of the clothes Molly had gotten him and she had to get him new ones.

So he was not going to cry and call for Molly. He had already slept in her bed for the last few days and he was not going to let the nightmare get to him.

Because that was all it was. A nightmare.

He couldn't help it. A whimper escaped from him and he pulled John even more closely and snuggled into his blanket, trying to get a sense of security. Trying to believe that the sandy-haired man was alright. And the bad man….or Moriartea was not real.

Molly had only been going to get a glass of water when she checked on Sherlock where he slept in the guest room. The now six-year-old had wrapped the orange blanket tightly around him, and only John the bear's fluffy arm was sticking out.

Sherlock was shivering.

"Sherlock…Sherlock, sweetheart," Molly didn't even think, Sherlock had been plagued by nightmares lately and it seemed that this night was no different. She crawled into the small bed and wrapped her arms around his shivering form. Sherlock peeked one bright blue eye out through a forest of soft dark curls that hid his face, lowering the ghastly blanket.

"I…I'm fine."

"Hush," Molly whispered, and kissed the top of his head, "It's alright, you're safe now."

"What about that jumper man…?"

Molly's heart went out to the boy, whose lower lip wobbled when she was slow to answer. "He's not dead, is he?" Sherlock said urgently, tiny hands grasping Molly's nightshirt, "Did that bad man with the weird voice kill him?"

"No, no, Sherlock, he's fine. John's absolutely fine."

"John?" Sherlock's brow furrowed, "His name'sh John too?"

Sherlock's lisp wasn't as prominent as it was when he was three, but it tended to rise up when he was distressed or upset.

Molly carded her fingers through Sherlock's hair; it had a calming effect on him. As Sherlock's body relaxed, she said, "Yes, his name's John as well. And he is your best friend."

"My best friend? Really?"

"Mmhmm…and you two were the greatest crime-fighting duo London ever had-"

"Like Batman and Rwobin?"

Molly giggled, "Yes, like Batman and Robin."

Sherlock looked at her with wide eyes, no longer crying and drinking in her every word, "Tell me more about John, please, Molly?"

"Okay, but after that, you will go back sleep, promise?"

Sherlock eased back into his pillows and made sure that his bear was comfortable as well, "Alright."

Molly kissed his cheek before beginning her tale, "Well, John Watson was a brave doctor who went to fight a war…"

A/N: There you go, you lovely people you, a new chapter of this fic you all seem to like. I'm only updating so quickly cause I'm an absolute sucker for praise, and you all have been so kind.

Thank you and much love to all my lovely reviewers- MadAsAHatterJayy, magicstrikes, patemalah21, Guest, Zora Arian, A Pirate By Any Other Name, MorbidbyDefault, TheGoldenHairedMockingjay, GuEsT, Ssmill, MelodyHolmes, Lono and Lady Nuit!

You all should, if you haven't yet, go read MorbidbyDefault's super cute fic "Sherlock Holmes and the case of the Ginger Midgets" which is super fluffy and partly inspired me for this fic!

Also, if you like Inu Yasha, my best friend fiction-from-my-mind has written a few. So please, check out hers as well!

Now, any suggestions for me? What would you like to see baby/kid Sherlock do next? Also, I would just love a beta for this fic, another pair of eyes are always appreciated. I would love your opinion, so be sure to leave a review!

Love,

Adi x