BBC Sherlock fic: The Jelly Bean Scheme
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1_million_words It is a 405 word BBC Sherlock drabble, inspired by the Numbers Challenge. ENJOY!!
John adored his daughter with his whole heart—sometimes Rosie’s facial expressions reminded him so much of Mary he could feel his heart clench--but there were also times when he wanted nothing better then to hide under the covers and pretend he wasn’t a dad.
And when he was having one of those moments, Sherlock or Mrs. Hudson would sweep in and distract Rosie so John could regain his composure.
But today was a tad bit different because it was actually Mycroft who was on babysitting duty.
Second only to John and Sherlock, Mycroft was one of Rosie’s most favorite people and she’d shriek in delight whenever she saw him and chant out “Uncle Mycraw” at the top of her lungs.
Sherlock would inevitably snicker at the little girl’s nickname for his brother, Mycroft would roll his eyes at Sherlock’s antics, John would shake his head at both Holmes’ and then they’d all turn to collectively beam happily at the excited child.
It didn’t escape John’s notice that Mycroft’s almost fabled stoicism would melt away whenever he looked at his niece and John’s own worry would lessen because he knew that Rosie was as well loved as any motherless child could be.
John also secretly thought that Rosie adored Mycroft because he always brought her some sort of present, as did Mr. and Mrs. Holmes, even if they visited the little girl several times a week.
It was too the point John was concerned about his little girl’s getting spoiled, but the Holmes family just laughed it off because in their opinion, Rosamund Mary Watson was too sweet a little girl to ever get spoiled.
Today’s present appeared to be a jar full of multi flavored jelly beans and Rosie was practically salivating to get her hands on the sugary treats while John looked suitably horrified.
“Seriously Mycroft, there has to be over five hundred jelly beans in that container. What were you thinking?”
“There’s actually four hundred and four jelly beans but why quibble,” came the annoyed response. “Am I not allowed to bring my niece a treat?”
Sherlock snorted at that. “A treat Mycroft, not a mass load of sugar!”
Mycroft looked crestfallen but quickly brightened up. “I’ll just help Rosie eat them, how’s that for a solution?”
John fought the urge to face palm while Sherlock looked at his brother with grudging respect. “This was your plan all along wasn’t it?”
1_million_words It is a 405 word John adored his daughter with his whole heart—sometimes Rosie’s facial expressions reminded him so much of Mary he could feel his heart clench--but there were also times when he wanted nothing better then to hide under the covers and pretend he wasn’t a dad.
And when he was having one of those moments, Sherlock or Mrs. Hudson would sweep in and distract Rosie so John could regain his composure.
But today was a tad bit different because it was actually Mycroft who was on babysitting duty.
Second only to John and Sherlock, Mycroft was one of Rosie’s most favorite people and she’d shriek in delight whenever she saw him and chant out “Uncle Mycraw” at the top of her lungs.
Sherlock would inevitably snicker at the little girl’s nickname for his brother, Mycroft would roll his eyes at Sherlock’s antics, John would shake his head at both Holmes’ and then they’d all turn to collectively beam happily at the excited child.
It didn’t escape John’s notice that Mycroft’s almost fabled stoicism would melt away whenever he looked at his niece and John’s own worry would lessen because he knew that Rosie was as well loved as any motherless child could be.
John also secretly thought that Rosie adored Mycroft because he always brought her some sort of present, as did Mr. and Mrs. Holmes, even if they visited the little girl several times a week.
It was too the point John was concerned about his little girl’s getting spoiled, but the Holmes family just laughed it off because in their opinion, Rosamund Mary Watson was too sweet a little girl to ever get spoiled.
Today’s present appeared to be a jar full of multi flavored jelly beans and Rosie was practically salivating to get her hands on the sugary treats while John looked suitably horrified.
“Seriously Mycroft, there has to be over five hundred jelly beans in that container. What were you thinking?”
“There’s actually four hundred and four jelly beans but why quibble,” came the annoyed response. “Am I not allowed to bring my niece a treat?”
Sherlock snorted at that. “A treat Mycroft, not a mass load of sugar!”
Mycroft looked crestfallen but quickly brightened up. “I’ll just help Rosie eat them, how’s that for a solution?”
John fought the urge to face palm while Sherlock looked at his brother with grudging respect. “This was your plan all along wasn’t it?”
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Date: 2017-03-22 06:34 pm (UTC)I love the idea of her having Sherlock around her finger, but hadn't thought of the degree of cuteness of Mycroft being smitten. That's great.....he.
Thank you!
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Date: 2017-03-22 06:57 pm (UTC)I'm glad you liked your ficlet :):)
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Date: 2017-03-22 06:34 pm (UTC)I love the idea of her having Sherlock around her finger, but hadn't thought of the degree of cuteness of Mycroft being smitten. That's great.....he.
Thank you!