Time with my father

John and Sherlock's wedding

Sigyn had on a short, deep purple dress that was strapless with a small plunge neckline. It was fitted at the bust and a little flared at the bottom. This was the fifth dress she tried on that day. Not to mention the ones from yesterday.
"I'm not sure. I think I like the first one better. I'm not a fan of this neckline."
"I think the long one fit her better."
"She's my best person, you have Gram."
"Excuse me. His name's Greg." Sigyn turned away from the mirror and looked at her uncles.
"May I voice my opinion?" They nodded their heads.
"I prefer the heart neckline and the one shoulder."
"Would it be possible to see the one shoulder again?"
"Of course Mr. Holmes," the sales woman motioned for Sigyn to follow her. They entered the fitting room, again. Sigyn waited for the clamps to be removed before she took the dress off. After she put on the first dress she tried, the sales woman pulled at the fabric around her waist and added the clamps. She left the dressing room and stood in front of the huge mirror.
"I like this one better, but I'm still not sure."
"What are you not sure about?"
"Remember, I won't be barefoot at the wedding."
"That's it! You have to put your heals on. I need to see the whole thing." Sigyn rolled her eyes and grabbed the shoes from John. They were a dark red two inch heels with a small bow on the front. She slipped them on, using John as support and stood back in front of the mirror.
"Oh, Sherlock. She looks beautiful."
"That's the one!"
"Finally!"

Sigyn was setting the table for dinner when a surprise guest burst through the front door.
"WHY DID I FALL FOR SUCH A MORON?!" John Watson came crashing through the front door like a hurricane. He paced back and forth in the living room. The noise caused Mycroft to emerge from his office and Greg from the kitchen. Everyone just stood motionless as John paced. He mumbled something about cheekbones and intelligence.
"WELL?" He stopped pacing and threw his arms up.
"Uncle John, would you like to join us for dinner?"
"Thank you!" John walked to the table and sat down. Sigyn looked at Greg and then her father.
"Greg, it would seem we have another for dinner."
"Good thing I made extra pasta." Greg vanished back to the kitchen and Mycroft to his office. Sigyn finished setting the table and got another place setting.
"What are they arguing about this time?"
"I have no clue. Hey, here's an idea...why don't you ask him?"
"Me?"
"Yes you."
"I'm only 15"
"Only for a little bit."
"I'm his niece"
"Not by blood"
"I'm not a guy"
"Exactly! That's why you should be the one to talk to him." Sigyn folded her arms, shifted her jaw, and narrowed her eyes. Greg stopped stirring the sauce and looked at her. A shiver ran down his spine. She looked at him just like Mycroft did, the same look that made him drop to his knees and bag for forgiveness.
"Fine! I'll do it. Just stop looking at me like that! You look like your father." Sigyn smiled to herself as Greg walked out to talk to John. She gave the sauce a few more stirs before grabbing another place setting.
"He's just so infuriating! Just because he thinks he's the smartest on the planet, doesn't mean everyone else is completely dumb."
"Well in all fairness he is a Holmes, by definition..."
"We are the smartest people on the planet. Some more then others. My brother is the only exception to the rule." Sigyn finished the last place setting and waited for her father to finish.
"He's a complete idiot." Sigyn rolled her eyes and went back to the kitchen. She got a serving bowl out and put the freshly drained pasta in it followed by the sauce from stove. She gave them a good mix together. She pulled the bread from the oven and salad from the fridge. She took the pasta bowl to the dinner table. John was saying something about coat collars and being smug. Sigyn went back to the kitchen and got the salad and some dressings. In the few seconds it took her to grab the bowl, John was now complaining about the mess his flat was in. Sigyn placed the bowl on the table and grabbed the bread from the kitchen. When she walked back to the dinner table, John was listening the things he loved about Sherlock. Sigyn sat down and looked at her father.
"Sigyn, would you mind serving dinner please?"
"My pleasure." Greg handed Sigyn his plate but never took his attention from John. Sigyn added some pasta and bread before handing it back. He took it and handed her his salad plate. She added some salad and handed it back with some dressing. Mycroft followed suit and she gave them back just the same. She waited for John's plate. He just kept talking about Sherlock.
"Uncle John, may I please have your plates?"
"Oh, I'm sorry sweetheart." He handed her both plates and continued his rant. She added some pasta, bread and salad to the appropriate plate.
"Uncle John?" She handed them back to him.
"Thank you Sigyn. You know I think you are the only Holmes I've met that doesn't display her intelligence like a badge."
"Uh, thanks?" She served herself as Mycroft poured his glass of wine. Sigyn had a glass of milk. Greg and John each had a bottle of beer.
John continued to complain about Sherlock as they ate. Sigyn simply blocked him out. She was in her own world when her father's voice got her attention.
"I'm sorry, what?"
"John just asked you a question."
"I asked what school are you planning to go to when you graduate?"
"I actually graduated early and am planning to take a gap year."
'Or three' Sigyn thought to herself.
"Well, congratulations! Well done!"
They finished the rest of the meal in almost complete silence.