There are no warnings in this chapter. I believe that it's fluffy, well, for a small part of it any way. This is where Molly and Sherlock's relationship really blossoms. I hope that you enjoy it! This one is shorter than the others.

Chapter 4

14-years-Old

"Are... Are you sure your actually okay, Sherlock?" Molly asked wearily as she helped him up. She knew that he wouldn't appreciate her help, but it was worth a try.

"I'm fine, Molly." He pushed her away, after yet another beating form Anderson and 'friends'. "Why can't you understand that?" He snapped at her, wanting her to leave him alone. "I'm sorry... It's just; it's the third one this week. You know how grumpy I get with the beating." He patted Molly's shoulder now, for some reason she was different from other people. He cared for her, although he didn't want to admit it to anyone, let alone Molly.

"It's okay Sherlock, I know how you get..." Molly huffed and stood up from the wall on which she was leant against. "I guess I better be going." And with that, Molly left Sherlock to his everyday arrangement of lessons.

"Bye..." Sherlock whispered after her.

(3 hours later)

'How are you doing Sherlock? -Molly'

'How do you think? I was beaten up... AGAIN. -SH'

'Sorry I asked. :( -Molly'

'No. I'm sorry. Do you want to share my popcorn? -SH'

'You're eating? That's a first! ;) -Molly'

'Don't try humour Molly... Actually.
Come up and we'll talk. -SH'

'Okay? I'll bring my secret stash of chocolate buttons. :) -Molly'

Molly walked straight upstairs to Sherlock's dorm. Previously that afternoon, she'd painted her nails. They were black, but they helped to not show the scars on her arms. With her delicate hands, Molly knocked on the door hoping that he'd allow her just to walk in. "Ah. Molly." He said to her, pulling her in. "We need to talk about... Our friendship." Sherlock sat down on his bed and tilted his head for Molly to sit next to him.

"Well." Molly interrupted as the silence crawled back. Sherlock turned towards her and leant in to her face. Pressing his lips against hers, he grabbed her neck with his hand. At first Molly didn't know what to do, but as he remained with his lips pressed against hers, she started to feel the warmth the came from him. Sherlock pulled her closer, until he allowed Molly to pull away. "Why?" He smiled at her and then answered only in a whisper.

"You've helped me through everything. Stopped me from smoking. Helped me when I needed you most... Which I wasn't, for you." His head fell to his chest, and his hands placed themselves over his face. Molly wrapped her hands around his scrunched up top-half and placed her head onto his shoulder. Sherlock had finally found someone who would listen to him.

"Ah. Yes. Your first kiss with the only girl you have ever been with. Now you treat her like absolute shit, with no thoughts about her feelings." Sherlock only gave Mycroft evils, he didn't see the point in arguing.

"So, freak. What are we going to do now?" Molly frequently called Sherlock freak, however her meaning for 'freak' was different to everyone else's. She called him that through pure love for everything that he does. She called him 'freak' to give him a sense of her hating him, and she knew that he loved not being liked. She could always see straight through his false faces to everyone else, and she knew what made him tick. She was the one who saved him from Anderson's bullying back when they were all 4, and she would never let Sherlock forget that. "Can you compose something on the violin for me?" Molly exclaimed as she rested her ever drooping head onto Sherlock's shoulder.

'Cover your nose and mouth. -MH'

Sherlock did as he was told allowing Molly to fall into a deep sleep. His brother waltzed into the room, umbrella in hand and dotted handkerchief over his mouth. A deep and dark misty fog had been sprayed across the room, but now it was disappearing. "Molly, I presume." Mycroft said to Sherlock pointing at Molly's body lying on the bed. "What have I told you about feelings, Sherlock?" Sherlock simply rolled his eyes and picked up his violin. He didn't enjoy listening to his brother's rants any more; even if he could deal with it when he was younger.

"What do you want Mycroft?" Sherlock started to play his violin, making sure that it screeched as it played.

"She-Sher-SHERLOCK!" Mycroft grabbed the violin from Sherlock's hand and threw it onto the bed, forgetting that Molly still lay there.

"Careful.." Sherlock replied to Mycroft putting his hand over his eyes. "You hit her." Sherlock sighed, closing his eyes and placing his hands into his trouser pockets. "What do want? To hit Molly with my violin by the looks of things." Mycroft now leant on his umbrella.

"Stop moaning Sherlock. You always were a little child. I only came to bring you this..." He pushed a box towards Sherlock with the tip of his umbrella. "A little gift for your birthday. Sorry I didn't call." Mycroft smirked at his brother, knowing he hated calls of any kind.

"You know how it is. I prefer to text. Doesn't show as many emotions as a call." Sherlock smiled sarcastically back at his brother who's eyes were squinted at his remark. "What is it?" He asked, kicking the box with his foot."A coat...?" He sighed.

"Open it up, and just take a look." Mycroft nodded towards the box, telling Sherlock to open it both verbally and mentally.

"Fine." Sherlock exclaimed grabbing Mycroft's knife, which he apparently used for 'protection'. "Ugh." Sherlock wrapped the new coat around his shoulders, lifting the collar up to his cheek bones and tightening the buttons. He hummed, admiring himself in his new coat. Mycroft nodded again towards the box. Sherlock leant over and peered into the box. Inside was an envelope. "Money...? You know I don't like taking your money, Mycroft." Mycroft smiled. "I have plenty of my own."

"Which you spend on cigarettes and drugs, Sherlock. Yes, I know. It's not that hard to deduce. Or in your words, 'deduct'." Mycroft had a half smile on his face. "This is for you to buy a skull or something..."

"Could you get me one?" Sherlock's head tilted, Mycroft had finally caught his attention. "Bart's Morgue would be a good place to look."

"That will cost you one thousand pounds, Sherlock. You only have five thousand you know." Sherlock sighed at turned his head away. How could his brother be this dumb?

"I don't care what it'll cost, Mycroft. Just get me one." Sherlock danced as he finished with, "I could talk to it about all of my 'problems." All he received from Mycroft was a tut. He enjoyed it. Then his brother left without saying another word. "Are you okay? I hope it didn't hit you too hard..." Molly sat up and looked at Sherlock, rubbing her head.

"Not too much, no." Molly replied rubbing her hair down from it's frizzy position. "That coat really suits you." She paused and then looked towards the door. "I know exactly what will go with this!" She jumped away from him and out of the door.

"Molly?" Sherlock was left alone in his room. He didn't follow her, it was always hard to know where Molly was going. After a few minutes Molly returned, hands behind her back and clutching something. "Molly... You know I hate surprises." Sherlock joked as she walked towards him.

"I thought that this might go well..." From behind her, Molly pulled out a medium sized brown parcel. Sherlock couldn't deduct what was inside the parcel when he held it, but if it was from Molly, he would probably use it. He tore open the brown and stopped when he could see the item inside. He sat in silence staring into it for a few moments, and then he looked up at Molly. She sighed through disappointment. He stood up and grabbed her around the waist, lifting her into the air. Her arms placed themselves around his neck and his head buried into her hair.

"Thank you" Were the only words Sherlock said to Molly for the rest of the night. Apart from when she left, he managed to spit out a simple 'Goodnight' and an affectionate kiss. As soon as she'd gone, he replaced the coat on his shoulders, this time with something extra. Wrapped tightly around his neck was a scarf the colour of early night. It glittered when light touched it and it helped Sherlock's eyes twinkle that little bit brighter. In Sherlock's mind, he knew that the three of them would be great accomplices over the years. He could feel it.

There you go. Thank you for reading. If you enjoyed it; please review! It helps a lot! :) See you tomorrow!