Another chapter for this cute fic :) Remember the times when Barbie dolls were the best thing a girl could ever have? … My Barbie doll lost her head. Up till now, I still can't find it…
Sherlock and John were walking in the play area, discussing about the latest video game, when they heard sobbing. They both stopped and frowned at each other. John perked up his ears when another sob came and gestured to his companion to follow him. They turned round the corner and John yelped when he felt something touch- no, it seemed to be grabbing his leg!
"ARGH!"
"W-wait, John! It-it's me, Molly," the owner of the 'something' spoke up, sniffing.
Sherlock scoffed at John's reaction, to which he received a glare. John peered down at the tiny girl seated on the ground hugging her legs. Her face had a lot of tear tracks and her eyes were swollen from crying.
"What's wrong, Molly?" Ever the concerned being, he knelt beside her, pushing her fringe away from her eyes to take a better look at her. Sherlock leaned against the bricked wall, hands in his trouser pockets.
"I- I lost my Barbie doll. An-and Mummy will sc-scold me," she hiccuped and sniffed.
"Hey, I and Sherlock will help you find it, okay?" he told her, and looked up to Sherlock. He just shrugged.
"Where's the last place you had it?" Sherlock questioned as John helped Molly up.
"Classroom," she said, rubbing her eyes with her knuckles.
Sherlock passed her his handkerchief and she took it, muttering a thank you as she wiped her eyes with it. John looked at him, not believing what he had just seen. Sherlock being kind to someone? Sherlock saw his expression and rolled his eyes. "I just don't like seeing somebody's face wet with tears." The blond raised an eyebrow in sceptism.
After getting his handkerchief back, the black haired boy led the both of them to the classroom Molly had indicated, and they all searched for her doll.
It was less than 5 minutes later when Sherlock declared it not there, and he asked about Molly's movements that afternoon.
"I went to the toilet, but I know I didn't bring Amy with me. Then Ms Diana wanted to see me. Then…I don't remember," she said, eyebrows together in concentration.
"Alright, we go to Ms Diana's office, then we trace back your steps. You might remember where you've been then," John suggested. Both his friends nodded in agreement and they made their way to Ms Diana's office.
Apparently, they did not have to trace Molly's steps after all, because halfway through the journey, Sherlock nudged at them and pointed to their left. Molly gasped; she saw her doll. John grimaced; he saw a dog chewing on the doll's body.
"NOO!" Molly ran over to her doll, the two boys trailing behind her. She managed to grab her doll's legs, but the dog held a firm grip on the head instead.
It became a sort of tug-of-war after that: Molly pulling her doll by the legs while the dog with the head in his mouth pulled from the other side. Molly grunted; the dog growled; John stood frozen in surprise; Sherlock wondered when it would end.
Then the unimaginable happened: Molly got her doll back.
Wait, no. That's not the 'unimaginable' (although it is quite unlikely a small girl could win over a dog in tug-of-war). The 'unimaginable' was that Molly got the body of her doll back.
The head stayed in the dog's mouth.
Molly looked at the head protruding from the dog's mouth and then to her headless doll, and back again, before promptly fainting. Sherlock coaxed the head out of the dog's drooling mouth while John rushed to the unconscious girl and dangled the head over John's line of sight. He swatted it away and gave the boy a worried look. "What do we do now?"
Said boy sat down on the pavement beside the girl, whose head laid on the blond's lap, placed the head beside the doll's body, and brought his legs up, elbows on the knees. "Well, we wait. Wonder how Molly would react, knowing her doll is now not only beheaded, but also almost hairless."
