"Daddy, daddy!" Rosie screamed as she pounced on her half-concious, unsuspecting father.
"Oh, five more minutes," John says playfully as he roles to his side. Rosie giggles intently, sparkle in eye,
"No daddy! Its time for school!" she said, shaking her father now.
"Oh well, I suppose if I must... Let daddy get ready and I'll be right down okay?"
"Okay!" Rosie announces through a grin covering 3/4 of her face. I chuckle as she leaves the room, throwing on one of my favorite sweaters and a pair of decent khakis. As I rush downstairs with the intention of getting Rosie to school on time I find Sherlock helping Rosie as she strugfles to hold the lengthy ones violin under her chin.
"Just like that. Brilliant job Rosie!" Sherlock says with an innocent half-smile. He looks up and as soon as he sees me there seems to be a hint of something... else. What, however, I could never even attempt to guess. A smirk began to form on his face, "well, if its not sleeping beauty up at last."
"Yea, well, thats enough of that," I say as my cheeks begin to heat up, "on we go Rosie."
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"Someones late," Sherlock says in a mildly petty tone.
"Yea, sorry, traffic was worse then I expected," I said as I walked throught the door. Then, something unexpected happened. Sherlock had ran up and was now holding me in his arms, so soft if I were blind I may not have been able to tell. "U-um... Sherlock...?" He began to let go when suddenly I found myself holding on for dear life. Just a few more seconds... Then, in what seemed to be in the blink of an eye, minutes began to pass, until I, eventually, let go of his cold, soft skin. Part of me didn't ever want to let go, for reasons I know I could never explain...
"Well then... Um..." Sherlock began to clear his throat before he continued, "I'll get a start on lunch," and I could swear I could see some color in his normally deathly white cheeks.
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The Human Error
FanfictionIts been seven years since Mary's passing, and the Baker Street boys are 7 years into raising Rosie; the witty, blonde, rebel known to all across London as the face of mischeif. However, trialing as it may, John and Sherlock have grown...
