Prompt: None
Timing: After Dual Destinies
Type of oneshot: Fluff/Maybe Sadness
Reader's Age: 7
Reader's Occupation: None cause you be a child! Of course no job
Reader's Relations: None
Warnings?: Fluff
Other notes: Part 2 of 'Where Have They Gone?'
-----------------A Few Weeks later
I was sitting on Papa's lap helping him look over a case file and enjoying my new life. He'd been recently stressed with a case and Miss Athena thought I might be able to help, with the only witness to the murder being slightly older than me. As crazy as it sounds, he was starting to think that they committed the murder.
"You got any ideas, (Y/n)?"
"Hmm. Let me think. The thing with children is that they tend to make mistakes. Can I see the crime scene photo again please, Papa?" He nodded and found it again, however, before he could hand it to me, he dropped it again and squeaked out, "Oww!" I gasped, "Papa, are you okay?"
"I'm fine, (Y/n), it's just a paper cut. There's nothing to worry about," he responded, patting my head. I didn't believe him as I could see him wincing in pain. I hopped off his lap and walked off, coming back a few minutes later, the agency's first aid kit in my hand, "Wee-Ooo. Wee-ooo," I continued to make an ambulance sound as I walked back to the sofa. I placed the kit on the sofa before hopping up myself. I took Papa's hand in mine and examined it before taking a plaster out of the first aid kit as well as the disinfectant and a piece of cloth. I poured some of the disinfectant onto the cloth before proceeding to clean up Papa's cut. I put the disinfectant back in the kit before taking the plaster I had got out and placed it on Papa's cut. I brought his hand up to my mouth and kissed the plaster. I then hopped off the sofa and walked off, putting the first aid kit back in its rightful place. I walked back to the sofa and hopped back up, snuggling into Papa, "I hope it gets better soon," before smiling up at him.
---------------------- (The next day - Yes, I am just stalling for word count...)
"Mr Justice, has that child taken a liking to you? This is the third trial this week that she's found herself in the courtroom for."
Papa wiped his forehead before rubbing his spikes in embarrassment, "This time, it was intentional, Your Honour. She's my co-counsel. The other times, she wouldn't let me out of her sight."
"Y-Your co-counsel? A child is your co-counsel? I supposed that foolish fool's foolishness has foolishly been passed onto the foolishly foolish fool that is you." There was the sound of a whip cracking, but before Papa could be hit by the whip, I caught it in my hand, "Never, ever try to whip Papa again, or else you'll have worse than a whip burn to deal with. Got it, Miss Whip Lady?" She nodded and I released her whip from my hand, "Good."
------------------(After the Trial)
"(Y/n), give me your hand. I need to make sure it's not seriously hurt."
"No," I responded, turning away from him, "Papa, I'm fine. It doesn't hurt!"
"Heh, one year and she's already a mini version of you, Apollo."
I turned around, "What do you mean, Miss Athena?" She walked over and bent down, picking me up, "What I mean, (Y/n), is that 'I'm Fine' is your Papa's catchphrase-" She started rattling on about random stuff, that eventually put me to sleep. When I woke up, I was lying on the sofa, Papa's suit jacket that he never wore covering me and a bandage on my wrist.
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"So, Apollo how did facing off against Miss von Karma work out for you?"
Papa just smirked, "If you mean, did she whip me, Mr Wright, the answer is no. Not one time did she hit me."
"How? She whipped me unconscious the first case I had against her," Mr Wright responded, his face saying 'Are you serious?'
Papa chuckled as I pulled on his trouser leg to get his attention, "Up!" He chuckled again and picked me up before turning back to Mr Wright, "Well, maybe you need you're own (Y/n), Mr Wright."
Mr Wright then turned to me and blinked, "(Y/n), what happened to your wrist?" I snuggled back into Papa, not wanting to explain. Papa got my message, "(Y/n) grabbed Miss von Karma's whip whenever she tried to whip me. It happened so many times that (Y/n) ended up with a whip burn on her hand and a couple of cuts from the whip, so I had to put a bandage on it.
"I was protecting you. No one hurts Papa and gets away with it!"
"I know you were trying to protect me, (Y/n). I appreciate it."
"I love you, Papa."
"I love you too, (Y/n). I'll protect you, don't worry."
