dani_meows (dani_meows) wrote in bipolardanicats, @ 2011-08-04 23:13:00 |
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Always Find You (Saccharine Sweet Fluff!)
Title: Always Find You
Fandom: Sherlock BBC
Pairing: None. Contains Toddler!John and Caretaker!Sherlock
Rating:Pg-13
Word Count: 350
Notes: Unbetaed. Written for prompt table (located here) prompt 8- Hide and Go Seek
Part of the universe of a longer fic I'm working on but won't be able to post until late August for a contest on Insane Journal. John has been turned into a toddler and Sherlock is his everyday caretaker. I'll be looking for a beta for longer one so if you like this idea and want more of it early feel free to volunteer.
Always Find You.
Mrs. Hudson had been called away on a family emergency, so she couldn't watch John, who was currently an active toddler rather than the grown man he'd been a week ago, and the bodies currently cooling at St. Barts were vitally important to his hunt for the bastards who'd kidnapped his best friend and taken him away from him.
John looked up at him, eyes round and a smile on his pudgy baby face. “Sherwok,” John mispronounced his name, and Sherlock wished that part of him didn't find it adorable so that he could scowl and be irritable.
“Wanna play game...” Playing games and running seemed to be some of the child's favorite activities which made sense when you contrasted his behaviors prior to his toddlerification.
Heaving a dramatic sigh and earning a breathy giggle for his pains, he picked up the toddler, his car seat, and called for a cab.
Molly's eyes were unreasonably wide. He had to work. He had to watch John. What was wrong with him being in the morgue? It wasn't like he'd hurt the corpses. He had the papers to view the bodies so she couldn't kick him out, so she'd left in a huff.
“Wanna play!” the toddle whined as he tugged on Sherlock's trousers.
“Busy,” he scolded the toddler. Bit not good, that. John started to cry, his eyes filling with tears.
Sherlock knelt down and smiled at the baby trying to get him to stop crying. He was a sociopath darn it, who in their idiotic and insane minds had decided that he was a fit caretaker for a toddler?
“Tell you what, John, you hide and I'll find you,” he said.
John stopped crying and began to find a hiding space while Sherlock counted.
He quickly finished what he needed to do and managed to tie them into the case. He ignored Lestrade and Molly who'd both come in to crouch underneath a desk, and find a dirty toddler with a smudged face.
“Found you,” he said. He would always find John after all.