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I had a fun babysitting incident that inspired this fic. Hope you like it. It's basically just a fluffy one-shot about the power that is very honest children. Enjoy!
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''I promise it'll only be for a few hours.'' Molly's sister-in-law swore as she handed her the bag of toys and books. Molly smiled and shrugged her shoulders.
''It's okay, Pam. The boys and I will just hang out in the lab. Mike owes me a few freebies, anyway. Go. Work needs you.'' She answered. The taller woman knelt down to fuss over her two boys.
''Now, you be good and listen to Aunt Molly. Don't break anything. And please, just...stay with your aunt. This is a hospital, NOT a playground.'' Pam finished. Four chocolate brown eyes gazed back up at her, looking innocent beyond belief. She gave Molly a quick hug before rushing out the door. Molly smiled after her, before looking down to the twin boys with curly red hair.
''Well then, I have some work to do, but I'll pull out your toys, okay?" She said. One of the two tugged on her lab coat as she walked away. She turned around and looked down.
''Aunt Molly, can we see a dead body? Daddy said you play with dead bodies. We wanna see one!" He said. His brother ran to stand next to him, their eyes both pleading up at her.
''No, boys. You can't see any bodies today. Your mum wouldn't be too happy with me. Then you wouldn't get to come to my house and play video games anymore.'' She said in a slight authoritative voice. The two huffed simultaneously, their small shoulders dropping down. Molly had pulled out their story books, cars, and toy guns, and sat them in a spacious corner of the lab. She continued working on the samples she was testing.
A half an hour had passed, when the door to the lab snapped open. Molly shot her head up to see Sherlock flourish through the door. She looked over to see the boys following him with their wide eyes. She smirked a little, before walking to where Sherlock was taking his coat off.
''Hello Sherlock. Can I- can I get you anything?" She asked softly. Without looking up from the microscope he had already placed himself in front of, he answered.
''Coffee would be nice. Black, two sugars. By the way, Molly, I read your latest excerpt in the Medical Researcher Journal, quite fascinating. Congratulations. Later on, could I get a look at Mr. Rotheram's body? Thank you.'' He said in a steady, clipped tone. How he managed to do that all the time, Molly wasn't sure. However, it always rendered her speechless. All she could mutter was an 'okay', before she walked down to the nurse's station to get his coffee. She managed to completely forget the twins in the lab. Alone. With Sherlock Holmes.
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Sherlock sat quietly in the stool, his fingers adjusting the knobs on the microscope. It was unusually quiet in the lab, even by his standards. He thought nothing of it though, and continued studying the moving organisms beneath the light. It wasn't until moments later that he discovered what was different. He felt a tiny pressure on his leg, a poking sensation. He looked down to see a young boy gazing up at him with wonder. 'Red hair, mother's contribution. Brown eyes, father's. The nose looks familiar, unsure why. Boy is approximately six years old and has-' his thought process was cut off as he felt a similar poking on the opposite leg. He looked over to see an identical child, looking up with the same gleam in his eye. '-a twin.' He glanced back and forth between the two.
''Excuse me, um, tiny persons, to whom do you belong? This really isn't the proper setting for boys your age." He said stoically, looking around for the parents. The boys looked at each other with confusion, and looked back up to him.
''What?" One asked. Sherlock sighed before kneeling over to pointedly ask again.
''Where are your parents? You shouldn't be in here.'' He said slowly. The boys both made an 'oh' shape with their mouths before the other one spoke.
''Mummy is at work. Daddy is on a trip. We're here with Auntie. She's a dead person doctor. Are you a dead person doctor, too? Can you show us a body?'' The little boy asked excitedly.
''That is not an actual occupation. Dead people do not need doctors. I am a consulting detective. The only one in the world, in fact. I do not think it would be advisable for you to see a dead body as of yet.'' He quipped, before turning back to his work. Molly walked through the doors and toward Sherlock. She saw the two boys gathered at his legs.
''Timothy, Titus, leave Sherlock alone. Go play with your toys.'' She said, receiving a mutual 'aw' of disapproval. They stomped back to the corner. Molly set the cup of coffee down next to Sherlock's hand.
''Molly, who do those children belong to? This really isn't the setting for them to be in.'' He asked without looking up. Molly stifled a chuckle.
''They are my brother's boys. Titus and Timothy are just staying with me until their mom gets done with a last minute business deal. I'll keep them out of your hair. Sorry.'' She said quietly, turning to go back to her own work. Sherlock snuck a look from behind the microscope, it hit him. 'Ah, they have their father's nose. Molly's nose.'
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The boys had played quietly for an hour or so, making the occasional sound of a fake car accident, or firing off a toy gun with a 'pewpew' sound. They then became restless. Titus had nudged his brother, and pointed over to Sherlock. Timothy nodded his head in silent agreement, and they took to crawling underneath the counters in the lab to where the tall man was seated. They looked to where an unsuspecting Molly sat doing paperwork.
Upon reaching Sherlock, the two boys shoved a stool close to his side, and quickly crawled up onto it. They each placed their small elbows against the edge of the table, and stared at the microscope and Sherlock. One whispered to him, trying not to disturb his aunt.
''Whatcha looking at?" He asked, looking more at the microscope slide than Sherlock. His eyes never glancing up, he answered in an equally quiet tone.
''I'm studying a particular type of algae. Apparently it rapidly reproduces and quickly dies off. I'm trying to discover why.'' He said. The other boy chimed in.
''Are you Aunt Molly's boyfriend? If you're not a doctor, then you must be Aunt Molly's boyfriend. Otherwise you wouldn't be in here. Besides, you keep looking at her the way Daddy looks at Mummy sometimes.'' He said in a matter-of-fact sounding voice. This gripped Sherlock's attention. He turned to see a cocky expression on the boy's face, and he smirked.
''Well, aren't you the clever, young man? You are wrong of course, but you do have very good potential for observational skills.'' He said. The boys looked at him in confusion, and Sherlock happily elaborated.
''For example, I can tell that you had peanut butter and grape jam sandwiches for breakfast this morning. You sleep with a night light on, while you sleep with a Teddy bear. You love spending time with your aunt, and there for listen to what she says, on the most part. You are boys of six, and there for must get into the occasional mischief that most young children do. You don't really want to see a dead body, but you act brave and pretend the subject intrigues you, while you are secretly afraid of seeing one.'' He finished, and grinned at their astonished faces. In unison, they piped up.
''How did you do that?" The boys asked in disbelief. Sherlock fund he rather enjoyed showing off to small children, they being even more easily impressed than adults such as John.
''Oh, quite simple really. I see the small, minuscule details that most fail to see. I look for things that other people wouldn't think about. And I do not look at your aunt like your father looks at your mother, I'm sure.'' Sherlock said proudly. He went to look through the lens, stealing a slight glance in the direction of Molly.
''You just did it again.'' Titus chimed in, a smug smile on his face. Sherlock's mouth fell into a straight line, glancing at the boy.
''Did not.''
''Did so. I saw you. Timothy, didn't he look at Aunt Molly?" Titus exclaimed. Sherlock turned to see the other boy avidly nodding his head. Sherlock heaved a sigh, before clearing his throat. This seemed to catch Molly's attention, and she turned around.
''Boys, let Sherlock work. He has important things to do.'' Molly said firmly, sending him an apologetic look. The boys ran to her side.
''But Auntie Molly, he wasn't doing anything that important. He was just looking at tiny bugs.'' Said one of the boys.
''Yea, and he kept staring at you, and then he would pretend he wasn't.'' The child to her left said. Molly immediately blushed, and looked over to where the consulting detective sat. She noticed his face was set in stern concentration.
''Aunt Molly?" The one to the right started. Molly looked down at him and into his large brown eyes.
''Yes, Titus?"
''Is Sher-Sherl... is he your boyfriend?" He asked loudly, unable to pronounce Sherlock's name, and instead opting to point in his direction. Molly audibly fumbled over her words, before kneeling down to the level of the twins.
''No, Titus. He's not my boyfriend. We occasionally work together, but he doesn't see me that way.'' She explained, not even attempting to hide her feelings for him. Sherlock pretended to look through the scope, but his eyes were stuck to her face. He noted the slight sadness in her eyes, despite the large smile on her face. He didn't know why, but he felt a sharp pang in his chest at the sight of her being sad. Timothy, in his six year old wisdom, decided to remedy this.
''Oh, I bet you he does. He looks at you like Daddy looks at Mummy, when she doesn't know he's looking at her. I bet he just has to give you a kiss and then he'll know for sure that he likes you! Right Titus?" He looked to his equally eager brother. They began to pull Molly along by her lab coat. The one holding the hems at the front, and the other pushing her closer by her backside. She struggled against the surprising might of the two boys, being careful not to trip over them. They halted directly next to Sherlock's chair, before turning to him.
''Okay, now you Mr. Sher...Mr. Sher...um... well you! Come on! Get up!" The boys pulled at Sherlock's suit jacket and pushed against his thigh, sliding him off the stool. The pushed him directly into Molly, who almost fell backward at the graceless act. She started to giggle, until she saw the seriousness in his eye.
''Well...'' the two adults looked over to see two sets of impatient and expecting eyes looking at them. Molly looked back to Sherlock, who smirked ever so slightly. He leaned in, whispering to her.
''If only for the children's amusement.'' He said, before placing is lips on hers. Molly blushed brightly, before returning the chaste peck on his soft lips. She heard two small giggles from her side, and she turned to see the twins smiling from ear to ear. Just then, the door to the lab opened, and Pam stepped into the room.
''Mummy!" The boys shouted excitedly, jumping down from the stool and racing to her side in full speed. She laughed as she leaned over to receive small, needy hugs and kisses from her boys. Molly quickly retreated from Sherlock, and put away their toys in the corner. Pam and she spoke about the day's events, on the whole.
''Were they well behaved?" She asked. Molly smiled and nodded. The boys nodded with her, trying to seem innocent. Pam had seen Sherlock out of the corner of her eye, and chose to greet him from afar. He curtly nodded in response, before returning to his work. The boys said goodbye to Molly, and practically shouted their goodbyes to Sherlock. On the way out, he heard them spouting things off, bouncing from one boy to the other.
''Mummy, that man is Aunt Molly's boyfriend. They kissed and everything! Is he going to be our uncle now? I liked him. Can I be a detective too? He talked funny...'' The sound faded as they grew further down the hall. Molly chuckled to herself, before awkwardly walking over to him.
''Those boys were very observant, for being so young.'' Sherlock stated simply. Molly chuckled a little, nodding her head slightly.
''Um...thank you. For amusing them like that. They can be a bit of a handful. I'm sorry if they annoyed you too much.'' She said nervously. Sherlock responded with a non-committal grunt, and she left his side to continue the last of her paperwork. She thought he was being sarcastic. She didn't see, but the pale detective followed after her with his eyes.
'Very observant boys indeed...' he thought to himself, watching her from a distance.
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