A Living Mystery

Fully Functioning...

A/N Back to the plot where Eris is four years old and a cute gumdrop UwU.

3rd Person POV

Sherlock jerked awake at a loud knock on the door. "John! Sherlock! You have a guest!" Mrs.Hudson yelled from the stairway.

Sherlock rubbed his eyes and tried to get up before realizing he was stuck. Eris slept soundly on his lap, her head resting against his chest. John had his head on Sherlock's shoulder with the detective's arm around him.

"Um, let them in Mrs.Hudson," Sherlock said back, not moving out of worry that he would wake his boyfriend and daughter.

"I'm not your housekeeper Sherlock but I'll do it just this once." Mrs.Hudson replied before the door swung open to reveal a man leaning on an umbrella with his eyebrows raised. They raised even further at the sight of Sherlock cuddled up to his blogger and little girl.

"Hello, Brother. Comfortable?" Mycroft greeted, observing the sight with slight confusion and amusement.

"Quite. What is your business here Mycroft?"

"It happens to be about that girl actually. I would like to meet my niece." Mycroft said, his voice bland.

"Mycroft? What are you doing here?" John said sleepily, sitting up straight and blinking his eyes open.

"Neice." Is all the politician replied, he didn't like repeating himself.

Just then Eris yawned and lifted herself to look around. When she saw John and Sherlock she smiled happily "Good morin Papa. Good morin Doda."

"Good morning, sweetheart," John said in return, making the little girl giggle. Sherlock had no idea what to say so he just smiled and pat her head.

Eris saw Mycroft and took on a look of curiosity "Papa who dat?" She asked, pointing at the straight-backed man.

"That," Sherlock answered, determined not to neglect his daughter's questions "Is your Uncle Mycroft."

Eris perked up and jumped off Sherlock's lap, walking until she was right in front of Mycroft. She was so small compared to him that she had to tilt her head up to look at his face.

"Un-cle Myc-oft." She sounded out, her face strained with concentration. Eris smiled "Uncle Myc!"

Mycroft's eyes widened a bit "No no no, Mycroft. Not Myc."

But Eris wasn't listening, she was already running around aimlessly, toy dog in hand chanting "Uncle Myc! Uncle Myc! Uncle Myc!" And laughing hysterically.

John snorted and Sherlock felt pride glowing in his chest, Eris was already annoying Mycroft, it was fantastic. He felt the love for his daughter grow excessively.

Mycroft sighed and shot the little girl a sharp look, making her stop in her tracks. A look of horror passed over her face and the smile disappeared. Her head hung and she clutched her toy dog tightly. "Sowy. Please don't hurt me." Eris whispered in a shaky voice.

John's eyebrows scrunched together and he dropped onto his knees so he was eye level with the small girl. "Who hurt you Eris?"

"Mommy's boyfwend, got mad when I loud," Eris said quietly, hugging herself and shaking slightly.

Mycroft's face softened and he hesitantly placed a (What he hoped was) comforting hand on the girl's head "What was his name?" He asked a little too sharply, making John glare at him.

The doctor stroked his child's hair gently and Eris sniffed "Don Peters." she pronounced perfectly, making John shoot Sherlock a confused look.

"The monster most likely forced her to say his name correctly or he would hurt her." The detective replied, trying and failing to keep the anger out of his voice.