Ivy awoke in her own bed, and after clearing her eyes she remembered she was angry. She ran to the door to try and escape only to discover it was locked. The window was also bolted from the outside. She was a prisoner. 5 minutes later, Mycroft walked in with a breakfast tray in hand. She crossed her arms and gave him her meanest scowl, but her father just smiled back as he buttered toast. "You should be grateful, I haven't worked for the past hour!" Mycroft exclaimed. "It's always work! You don't even want to spend time with me. You love work more than me. I want to live with uncle Sherlock!" The little girl yelled as her eyes started to water. Mycroft was rather taken back, but he did spend a rather lot of time at work when he thought about it. But his job was quite important, and Ivy needed to understand that. But he did love his daughter, more than anything. He looked into her large eyes, and said "I'm very sorry Darling, I haven't been paying attention and I'm so sorry..." And the child could tell he meant it. She hugged him, and he lifted her up onto his hip. "Now" he said. "Time to get you ready for school." Ivy groaned as her father tugged down her bottoms and pulled out the plaid skirt. Now holding a fully dressed little schoolgirl, Mycroft walked downstairs and sat the child on the lobby's desk. He once again warned her to stop her fussing and pulling, but honestly promised they would pick her up after the day was out. "Thank you Daddy." Came the soft reply. He then lifted her back into her arms, walked her outside, and buckled her into the car seat. "Do not be naughty!" He warned as he gave her his signature look. With that he waved the car off and sent his little girl off to school. "Nice save "Daddy" came the sarcastic remark behind him. "What are you doing here brother mine?" Mycroft snapped at Sherlock. "Only making sure my dearest niece is okay." Came the snippity reply. "Brings back memories doesn't it..."
