Parentlock Flash Fics

Mind Palace

Rosie walked into the living room of 221B Baker Street. She had a glass of milk and some cookies from Mrs. Hudson, and she brought them over to an empty armchair. The other was occupied by Sherlock, who was sitting criss-cross on his chair, eyes closed. She sat there, watching him for a bit while eating her cookies.

"What are you doing?" she asked, for he didn't look to be sleeping. He peaked an eye open at her.

"I'm in my mind palace."

"Oh. Is it fun?"

He closed his eye. "It can be."

Rosie grinned and closed her eyes. She tried to picture a palace, a grand castle, like the ones in her cartoons and books, only she was the princess and Sherlock and her Dad were the kings. She liked the thought, but it wasn't vivid. Rosie frowned: how exactly did one picture a mind palace?

"Does yours have dragons for you to slay?" She asked, and he opened both eyes to look at her.

A memory flashed. "He's not another dragon for you to slay."

"A dragon slayer! Is that what you think of me?"

"No, it's what you think of yourself."

Sherlock smiled at her. "Yes, it does."

She grinned at him, and they both closed their eyes again. Rosie made sure to put her hands together under her chin, just like Sherlock.

John walked in a few minutes later, the image of his child and best friend sitting there in their "mind palaces" bringing a smile to his face.