Johnlock Oneshots

Sherlock's Little Escort

Inspo from: @noodles_and_tea   

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The morning dawned crisp and bright, the promise of a new day lingering in the air of 221B Baker Street. Rosie Watson bounced with excitement, her little heart racing as she stood in front of the mirror, her school uniform crisp and neat. Today was a monumental day—a day she had been eagerly anticipating for weeks. Today, she would start elementary school.

Downstairs, Sherlock Holmes bustled about the kitchen, a flurry of activity as he prepared breakfast for Rosie and himself. Despite his usual air of stoicism, there was an unmistakable sparkle in his eyes, a pride that radiated from him like a beacon. Today, he was not just Sherlock Holmes, consulting detective; he was Sherlock Holmes, proud father, about to embark on an important journey with his daughter.

"Rosie, breakfast is ready," Sherlock called, his voice carrying a note of excitement as he set the table with all the care of a seasoned butler.

Rosie bounded down the stairs, her face lit up with a radiant smile. She took her seat at the table, her eyes shining with anticipation. Sherlock placed a plate of pancakes in front of her, each one expertly arranged with a smiley face made of fruit.

"Thank you, Daddy!" Rosie exclaimed, her cheeks flushed with excitement.

Sherlock returned her smile, a warmth filling his chest as he watched her tuck into her breakfast with gusto. He knew that today was a big day for Rosie, a milestone in her young life, and he was determined to make it special.

After breakfast, Sherlock helped Rosie into her coat, smoothing down the lapels with a precision that spoke of his meticulous nature. As they stepped out onto the bustling streets of London, Rosie took his hand with a sense of pride, her small fingers intertwining with his much larger ones.

Together, they made their way to the elementary school, Sherlock walking with a purposeful stride that belied the excitement bubbling beneath the surface. As they approached the school gates, he stopped and turned to Rosie with a proud smile.

"Elementary, dear Watson!" he declared, his voice filled with a theatrical flourish. "I am taking you to elementary school."

Rosie giggled, her eyes shining with delight. "Okay, Daddy!" she replied, nodding eagerly.

With that, they made their way through the school gates, Sherlock's heart swelling with pride as he led Rosie to her classroom. He exchanged a few words with Rosie's teacher, ensuring that everything was in order before giving Rosie a final hug and kiss on the cheek.

"Have a wonderful day, my dear," Sherlock said, his voice filled with love and pride.

As Sherlock made his way back home, a sense of satisfaction washed over him. He had successfully escorted Rosie to her first day of elementary school—a small but significant victory in the grand tapestry of parenthood.

Meanwhile, back at 221B Baker Street, Rosie settled into her classroom with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. She looked around at her new surroundings, the chatter of her classmates filling the air like a comforting melody.

As she took her seat, Rosie couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness at the absence of her father. She missed the warmth of his hand in hers, the sound of his voice filling her with confidence and reassurance.

But as the morning progressed, Rosie found herself caught up in the whirlwind of activity, her worries fading into the background as she immersed herself in her new environment. And as she glanced out the window, she couldn't help but smile, knowing that her daddy would be waiting for her with open arms when the school day came to an end.

For Rosie, the first day of elementary school was not just a milestone; it was a testament to the love and support of her family—a love that would guide her through every new adventure that lay ahead.