Helllooooo! I'm Starting a new fic! And it's set after the final problem.
I'm exited to see how this goes and I will get the next part up soon
Enjoy ;)
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It was Rosie Watson's Second birthday, and as always she had something crazy up her sleeve...
It had already been established that Rosie was a unique child to say the least. She couldn't sleep unless the skull known as Billy was next to her bed, she lived with her father, John Watson and his best friend, Sherlock Holmes and also, instead of fairytales being read to her, she enjoyed listening to stories about how her father and his friend solved murders together.
Rosie didn't really know her mother, she was shot when she was very young. She had been told about her mother however, she was an agent called Rosamund, or Mary as she was known and she assisted in cases alongside Sherlock Holmes and John.
For her birthday, Rosie had gotten some new shoes, some clothes and building blocks. Basically, your usual gifts for a two year old... apart from the fact that she also got another skull from sherlock of course.
Whilst John and Sherlock were busy, Rosie, being the highly intelligent child she was decided to work on her speaking abilites. She was fed up of people not completely understanding what she was saying, due to the fact that she mostly just babbled, and she had a very important point to get across;
"da...da.... Dada, dada!" Shouted rosie, and of course, John came running over, then Rosie said; "I-i... Idi... Idiot!"
"Oh, great... Sherlock! You are dead!" Yelled John humorously, Sherlock walked into the front room and sat on his chair,
"What on earth have I done now?" Asked Sherlock
"It seems my daughter might have learnt the word 'idiot' from you"
"Idiot, idiot, idiot" said Rosie cheerfully, she liked speaking, a lot.
"Well, I do find 'idiot' to be a useful word, especially when I find myself speaking with Anderson." Sherlock commented, a smirk appearing on his face,
"sh... Sher- sherlock, papa" mumbled Rosie,
John chuckled "Oh? Really?" He asked Rosie,
"Dada... Idiot!" Shouted Rosie as she waved her legs up and down, sherlock couldn't help but laugh.
rosie's plan was going smoothly, she just needed to explain why John was an idiot.
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Did you like it?
I hope you did :)
what do you think Rosie's plan is?
Sorry this chapter is short :3
Thanks for reading, I love you!!!! <3
-RS
