Sherlock x LittleSister! Reader - Introductions!

~CATCHING BUBBLES~


John Watson was used to surprises. He was used to heads in the fridge and cat livers in the dishwasher. He was used to being woken up at ungodly hours by his flatmate, who was as insufferable as they came. Even chasing a psychotic dentist with a chainsaw didn't faze him in the slightest.

Nothing could surprise him. Nothing. That was until that fateful day on the 10th of November. The day everything changed. Here is the unusual tale of the one time John Watson, got completely-without-a-doubt-bloody-hell-get-me-a-shock-blanket surprised...

~SH~

Grab the groceries. Check.

Go home and climb the stairs. Check.

Tell that stubborn git to get his own groceries in the future. Check.

The day was going according to John's plan. After putting all the groceries away in what little sanitary space they had left, the former army-doctor indulged himself to a nice, hot cup of tea. He sat down heavily on his chair, and - for the first time in a long while - relaxed . No cases, no work that needed to be done, and no violin.

It was times like these, did he feel like he was an average person again. It was hard to remember life without sharing a flat with a genius sociopath - and now - on this lazy Sunday afternoon - John didn't know how to spend the day. He wasn't used to have nothing to do. He was used to adrenaline, the danger, and the insult match that followed.

God, he felt he needed "Normal Life" lessons. (Said every fangirl ever...)

His thoughts were interrupted by a piercing scream coming from upstairs. And honestly, John was quite thankful for it. He could only stand so much silence. If only he'd known who that belonged to, he wouldn't be so grateful.

He stood up swiftly and rushed to the stairs - the sound of footsteps behind him indicating Sherlock had heard it too. John was prepared to take action, and use his fists if need be. What he did not expect was a little girl - no more than 6-years-old - barreling down the steps as if she was a carrot being chased by a hamster. Sorry, weird analogy...

"SHERLOCK!" she yelled, and - much to John's surprise - latched herself onto the detective's leg.

Sherlock stumbled backwards at the unexpected weight, but quickly regained his balance. He walked to the living room - the girl still clinging to the fabric of his trousers. John followed them, mouth hanging open.

When they reached the living room, Sherlock - with surprising gentleness - detached the girl from his leg, placed her in front of him, and kneeled so they would be the same height.

"What's wrong (Name)?" He asked, his voice comforting and his eyes warm.

"It was so scary 'Lock!" She wailed, her arms flailing as if it would emphasize her point.

"What was?" He asked - the two of them seemingly oblivious to John who was listening to the conversation with rapt attention.

"The jumpers! In the closet!" She said, causing Sherlock to break into a smug grin.

"I told you John, we should dispose of them. Look at what they're doing - scaring little children." At the sound of Sherlock's voice, John snapped back to reality.

"Wait. You were in my room?" He said, asking (Name).

"I was bored," she explained. She then turned to Sherlock. "Can we burn them 'Lock?"

Sherlock smiled. "He won't let us."

"But we'd be doing him a favor."

"I know."

"It's for an experiment."

"That's what I try to say."

John's eyes were moving from one person to another. Having enough of the never-ending conversation, he spoke up.

"Hang on," he said, looking at (Name). "Who exactly are you?"

Sherlock's head snapped up, as if he only realized that they were not properly introduced. "Oh, right. John, meet my little sister, (Name).

Said sister was now beaming up at the blonde man. John on the other hand was picking his jaw up from the floor, with only one thought in mind.

'Oh god. There are three of them...'