Sadie: “Nuh-UH! Unca’ Jawn doesn’t hit girls!“ The little morgue-assistant glared back over her shoulder, her arm outstretched over her head and tiptoeing to reach the top of the refrigerator, where John had stashed their ‘reward’ stickers. “Ah’sides, you won’t help!”

Sherlock sat cross-legged on the floor, his arms folded over his chest as he glared up at her in turn. “ ‘Cause stickers aren’t worth a spanking! I can buy you stickers!…”

“…Shut up, Sher’yock,” Molly muttered, then huffed and gave a little stomp  of her foot; try as she might, she wasn’t tall enough, and the big, giant butthead behind her had already refused to help. She looked around, and then dragged over one of the kitchen chairs.

Sherlock’s eyes widened. “You’re gonna…!”

“Shut UP, Sher’yock…Unca’ Jawn does it!” she hissed, and climbed up into the chair. When she stretched this time, she felt her fingertips come into contact with the plastic box with the prized stickers, and she giggled triumphantly. She pulled it towards the edge…

“MOLLY!”

Molly jumped and stumbled, her heart catching in her throat as she felt herself start to go backwards–she closed her eyes and tried to ready herself for the impact of the floor, when she suddenly landed against something much softer, but still quite solid, instead. She tilted her head back and cracked one eye open to find herself squarely in Sherlock’s arms. She let out a breath of relief; “Thankies, Sher’yock,” she whispered.

“Don’t thank me just yet,” he said back, setting her on her feet, facing John.

The other man simply stared back, his brow furrowed deeply. “…Didn’t I tell you no stickers today?” he said, at last.

Molly looked down at her feet and shuffled them quietly, leaning back against Sherlock for protection. She forced a (what she hoped was) a sweet, pretty smile on her face, then looked back up; “I wuv’oo, Unca’ Jawn.”

Sherlock snorted quietly.

“I love you too, doll, but that’s not going to save your bum. Come here.”

Molly’s mouth dropped open; he wouldn’t, not really! “But, but I’ma girl! You can’t hit me!”

“I’d never, ever hit a girl, sweetheart, but I will spank the naughty out of one.”

Sherlock smirked; “Told y’ah.”

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Sadie: Greg Lestrade sat in the large, plush chair in Mycroft’s home office,  delightedly watching the small screen glowing in front of him. All he needed was a large bucket of popcorn dripping with melted butter, and he would have been all set. “Well, you shouldn’a brought it up, should’ya?” he thrilled. “Oh, wait wait wait! What’s he doin’ now–oi, he’s crawlin’!“  He flopped back and slapped his knee with a  loud, cackling laugh as Sherlock Holmes…THE Sherlock Holmes!…crawled across the floor of his flat in nothing but a nappy and one sock while John Watson held down a bottle, waiting for him. “J-j-jay’sus, d’you think John’d let us babysit?!“ he stammered, wiping at his eyes.

Mycroft sighed and rubbed his temple…he really should know better than to exceed more than one drink around people; he was too ‘open’ after that. “I think he’d just as soon shoot you,” he muttered.

“Well, yeah, might do,” Lestrade said, sitting back up so he wouldn’t miss a minute of the scene playing out. “But y’know, in a non-fatal place…do y’think he’d accept the offer, after he cooled off a bit?”

“Don’t count on it being non-fatal, Gregory…especially not if Sherlock had anything to add.”

Sadie: *sigh* Definitely not my best…this is why I don’t rush chapter updates. 😛