"Flying Dreams"
Chapter 1
"What hides beneath the ice."
Every child has a day in which everything, absolutely everything, is bothering them and there is no comforting them. Their favorite toy refuses to work its usual calming magic, the bottle full of milk is being pushed away and, both hug and lullabies, only result in the poor infant's kicking and screaming getting louder.
Rosamund Watson, since her temperament comes from her father's side of the family, hasn't had a day like that ever since she was brought back to the flat from the hospital...
That all changed when she started growing her first teeth.
"Rosie, sweetheart, please stop crying." John pleaded with his screeching daughter that was kicking her legs against his chest and punching away the bottle he was trying to feed her with, after the second hour of nonstop wailing. "I know what you're going through must me painful but daddy's tired, auntie Hudson is tired, and even uncle Sherlock is tired…" But it was to no avail, the small child refused to listen, opting to further increase the volume instead.
They all tried, one by one, to calm her down.
John showered the girl with hugs and sweet lullabies that worked miracles in the past.
Sherlock, using his powers of deduction, tried to find her favorite toy or guess what temperature the milk had to be for her to finally drink, only succeeding in making a bigger mess in the room.
Ms. Hudson decided to give the child a tummy message figuring that, perhaps it will distract the girl long enough for her to fall into slumber.
But nothing worked, not even a little.
Having enough of all the noise, after nearly four hours of fussing, the three occupants of Baker Street decided to lock themselves in the detective's bedroom that was on the same floor, leaving the child in the living room in her crib to cry all she needed, and wait out little Rosie's hysteric episode.
Covering his ears John never before wished so much for Mary to come back from the dead for she, being the little human-siren's mother, might have been the one to calm her down.
As it was, even the ever helpful internet was of no help, the solutions proposed were either proved useless or declared useless by Sherlock, calming them to be the work of internet trolls.
It looked like the detective duo and their landlady would have to spend the rest of the day listening to the little Watson screeching her lungs out, but, just as they were beginning to accept their faith, a miracle happened.
Rosie quieted down to mere sobs and delicate humming could be heard from the living room, indicating an intruder in the flat.
Both Sherlock and John were ready to barge into the room and pounce the mysterious person for getting so close to their precious Rosie, but before they could take more than two steps towards the door…
The intruder started singing.
"Dream by night,
wish by day
Love begins this way."
The gentle lyrics, sung in a smooth velvet voice they were sure they recognized from somewhere, hung softly in the air, filling it with calmness and the feeling of security that reminded the good doctor of his childhood: the smell of pancakes in the morning, the feeling of his father ruffling his hair and the times his mother tucked his tiny frame in a warm bed after a tiring day.
They sounded like home.
"Night's a friend
with love to send
Each new day"
Looking at each other the crime fighting duo slowly made their way towards the closed door, the song getting louder with every step, as if inviting them to come and listen to its soft tunes.
"Bless you heart
Bless you soul
Let your dreams come true
Future songs and flying dreams,
Wait for you"
Now that they were so close to finding out who was, John found himself getting cold feet.
What if it was one of their neighbors thinking they were neglecting the child and, after calming the girl down, will go and report on them to the police?
What if it was a client that came to Sherlock with a case and stumbled across the crying child?
What if-
Sherlock successfully stopped his silence wonderings by quietly opening the door, revealing…
"Love it seems
made flying dreams,
so hearts could soar.
Heaven sent
these wings were meant
to prove once more,
that love is the key."
Mycroft Holmes.
Easily the last person John would expect to be able to comfort his screaming daughter, let alone sing such a beautiful lullaby with the word 'love' in it.
Though…now that he looked at the man, he did feel kind of…different.
"As you wish
as you will
Dream a flying start
Love and care
The power's there
Trust your heart
Trust your heart"
It was as if it wasn't Mycroft Holmes he was looking at, only a completely different person. The room felt warmed by his very presence, in contrast to the coldness that seemed to cling to him like a second skin, as he gently rocked the sleeping child in his arms. His usually cold and aloof eyes were now soft and filled with care for the tiny human being in his arms, as he hummed softy before placing Rosie back into her crib.
It was at that moment that John Watson figured out what changed.
The Iceman mask was gone.
What stood before was the real Mycroft Holmes.
And, seeing the drastic change, the doctor just had to ask himself:
Who hurt him so much to make the man hide his heart under an armor of ice?
AN: Just a little one-shot to pass the time between the stories ;). Song can be found on YouTube under the same name J
See you next time.
