Uncle Sherlock
Dedicated to my best friend, Savysnape7 she inspired me to write this
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Sherlock stared blankly at the wall in front of him, beige, dirty, and offering very little distraction as he waited rather impatiently in the hospital's waiting room. Mary had gone into labor a few hours ago and both he and John had rushed her to the hospital. Since he wasn't the father, Sherlock was forced to wait anxiously in the uncomfortable waiting room chairs. Deducing the personal lives of the people around him lost its appeal after discovering that most of the nurses had slept with the same doctor, based on their lingering glances and spiteful nature. Dull.
So Sherlock was forced to stare at the wall, waiting for John to come out and take him to meet the baby. Sherlock didn't know why he had wanted to see the baby so badly, usually he thought the dependent, squirmy things were a nuisance, but John had told him that Sherlock would be an Uncle. Sherlock had never thought he would be an uncle, as Mycroft wasn't interested in ordinary women, no matter how beautiful. Once John had given him that title, Sherlock immediately began to think of how to act as an uncle, and he was coming up short. He decided, at some point of staring at the wall, that he would treat the child as a student, teaching it the science of deduction so that one day, if something were to happen to Sherlock, the child could go on in his place.
The doors to the waiting room opened and revealed John, a proud smile lighting up his features, "Come along Sherlock, it's time to meet your niece." John said, motioning for Sherlock to follow him. The words caused Sherlock to pause, a girl? The baby was a girl? Well, what am I supposed to do now? Sherlock was very unsure of how to treat girls, he didn't want the baby to hate him, and he knew he wasn't the kindest person in the world. Shaking it off, Sherlock stood to follow John.
Once they reached Mary's room, John held open the door for Sherlock and he entered, blatantly staring at the pink bundle in Mary's arms. The bundle began to squirm and Mary smiled lovingly at it, "Sherlock, meet Allison Jane Watson, your niece." Mary said holding the bundle out to him. Sherlock stared at the baby, unsure of what to do, "Go on, you can hold her." Mary encouraged and Sherlock glanced at her before holding out his arms, "Be sure to support her head, there you go." John coached from behind him. Sherlock stared at the closed eyes of the baby girl in his arms, a strange feeling forming in his chest. The baby slowly opened her eyes, letting out a little yawn as she took in the man holding her. Sherlock stared back and when Allison reached a hand up to his face, Sherlock grabbed it and his face broke into a small smile, the feeling that had started small welling up inside and causing his eyes to sparkle with a proud affection.
"Well I suppose we'll never have to worry about her safety." Mary said to John who had joined her at her side. The proud parents looked adoringly at their daughter in their best friend's arms, John and Mary watched Sherlock's small grin burst into a goofy smile as he continued to watch the baby. "You're right about that. I feel sorry for any bloke who makes her cry; they'll end up miserable at Sherlock's hands." John said
3 Months later
Sherlock glanced nervously back at the little crib that had been brought to his flat. Mary and John had decided to go on a second Honey Moon, leaving Sherlock to watch after Allison. Sherlock was as worried about the baby as if she were his own, he knew he wasn't exactly cut out for taking care of a child, and for that reason, he worried about the child's safety. Letting out a sigh, Sherlock went up to the crib,
"It's completely irrational that I'm talking to you, seeing as how 10 years from now you won't remember a word I'm saying but, this seems to be the only way to calm down my nerves. You're making me very worried, and it's becoming increasingly difficult for me to focus on anything else." Sherlock complained to the infant, putting a hand into the crib to gently touch Allison's growing tufts of blonde hair. Alison stirred and stared up into Sherlock's face, that was one thing Sherlock was definitely grateful for, she didn't cry much at all, she was a very calm baby and liked to just take in her surroundings.
Allison began to squirm, seeming as if she was trying to stand up, "Don't be silly, you're much too young to be able to stand, little one." Sherlock muttered and stood so that he could lift her up into his arms. Before he could, however, Allison had managed to stand up, leaning lightly on the side of her crib. Sherlock stood with his mouth agape, shock keeping him still. Allison began to reach towards Sherlock, muttering incoherently. Shaking his head, Sherlock smiled proudly at his niece, bending over to pick her up. Sherlock held the baby close, "I see you're going to be very advanced." Sherlock said, affectionate waves rolling off of him.
In response, the baby stared up at him, before uttering a single, complete word, "Sherly" she giggled and reached up to smack at his chin. Sherlock's grin grew impossibly larger as he stared down at the baby, never having been so proud of anything or anyone else in his life, Sherlock decided then and there, Allison was his new favorite person
Sixteen years later.
"Mum, Dad? I'm going to Sherly's house!" Allison yelled as she put on her coat, "Alright dear, tell your uncle we say hi, and be back before supper!" Mary called from upstairs, Yes Mum, I will, Love you, bye!" Allison shouted and was out the door.
When Allison reached 221B, she pulled out her key and entered quietly, "Sherly? Are you home?" Allison called from the doorway. She closed and locked the door before rushing up the stairs. Half way up the stairs, Allison heard Sherlock's violin and a small grin broke out on her face. Allison opened the door to Sherlock's flat and greeted him from the door, Sherlock turned to acknowledge her presence before finishing the piece he was playing.
"I haven't heard that one in a while." Allison said crossing the room to give her uncle a hug. Sherlock returned the embrace with one arm, the other still holding his violin. "I'm surprised you remember it, I haven't played it since you were ten years old." Sherlock said, moving away so that he could put away his instrument. "You used to play it for me when I woke up from a nightmare." Allison said, recalling snippets from her childhood. Sherlock nodded and stood to face her, hugging her with both arms this time, "So, what does my beautiful niece want from me today?" Sherlock said turning away to clear a spot on the couch so that they could sit down.
"Can't a girl just drop by to see her favorite uncle?" Allison said as she took a seat on the couch. Sherlock poured them some tea before taking a seat himself, "You can't fool me Allison, there's something on your mind. Go on, you can tell me." Sherlock said as he took a sip from his cup. "Well, I have another candidate and you know Mummy and Daddy's rule." Allison replied.
Sherlock immediately set down his tea, turning to his niece with a stern look on his face. "Allison." Sherlock said, crossing his legs and leaning back on the couch, "You know how I feel about you dating." Sherlock stated as he continued to look at her, "Yes, yes, I know. But Sherly, you always taught me to be independent, and Mum and Dad refuse to meet any of the boys I like unless they pass your 'test'" Allison said, leaning back as well, copying Sherlock's position.
Sherlock let out a sigh, as hard as he may try, he can't turn down his niece, "Fine. When will he be arriving?" Sherlock said and as if on cue, there was a knock at the door, "Right now." Allison smiled and left to go get the door, but she paused, turning back to her uncle, "Sherly, play nice. You can deduce him without being mean, he's done nothing wrong." Allison said and with that, she practically skipped down the stairs to answer the door.
Sherlock sighed again, getting up to put away his tea; he definitely wasn't in the mood for it now. While he was in the kitchen, he heard his door open and the sound of his niece's giggling filled the silence. Sighing once again, Sherlock mentally prepared himself for hell,
"Sherly? Where did you go?" Allison called and Sherlock decided he might as well get this over with. He entered the room and his nose immediately started to burn as the scent of aftershave permeated the room. Sherlock pinched the bridge of his nose, great. 'He's one of those.' He thought to himself, he could already feel a headache coming on and he hasn't even met the boy.
"Sherly, this is Adam, he goes to my school." Allison says, gesturing to the boy whose arm she was clinging to, "Sup, Sherly." The boy nodded in Sherlock's direction and Sherlock immediately grimaced. "Seeing as you're not my niece, you may not address me by that name. You will address me as Mr. Holmes, Not Sherlock, not Mr. H, and certainly not Sherly." Sherlock stated and crossed his arms over his chest. Allison sighed and shot a warning glance at Sherlock, he pretended not to notice.
"Well then, let's get started, shall we?" Allison stated and gestured to the chair across the couch, "Adam, why don't you take a seat there. I'm just going to have a word with my uncle for a moment." Allison said and crossed the room to Sherlock, grabbing his arm and hauling him into the kitchen. "
"Alright Sherly, I know it's your rule that I can't be present when you deduce the boys I like, so I'll leave, but you have to promise me you'll at least try to be nice to him." Allison begged her uncle, "I will try, but if he continues to be an idiot, there's nothing that I can do." Sherlock states. Allison sighs, giving up her argument, "Fine, guess that's the best I can do for him, Love you Sherly, I'll be back in two hours." Allison said and gave Sherlock a kiss on the cheek before dashing away, shouting good luck to Adam as she left.
Sherlock enters his sitting room once again, glaring quietly at the boy sitting in what used to be John's chair. Sherlock took his seat on the couch, staring pointedly at the feet that were propped up on his coffee table. Adam, apparently, didn't get the hint, and Sherlock let out a sigh, "If you do not remove your feet from my table in the next ten seconds, your cat, Pumpkin, will disappear by the ending of today." Sherlock stated and the boy immediately removed his feet, "H-How did you…?" He started with a skeptic look on his face.
"How did I know that you had a cat named Pumpkin? It's quite obvious in the hairs sticking to your trousers. They could have been dog hairs, yes, but beneath that horrible odor you drenched yourself in, there's the faint traces of cat litter. As for the name, Pumpkin, it was the name you typed as your phone's password. It's unlikely that a person you care about has the name 'Pumpkin'. Conclusion, you have an orange cat named Pumpkin that you love very much." Sherlock stated, his facial expression never changing from boredom. "Now then, let's see what else there is about you. The way you dress suggests that you're trying to impress, however, the sagging of your pants suggests that you don't care that much about your appearance, either that, or you're cocky. Based on the amount of cologne you're wearing, it's more likely that you're cocky and arrogant. You keep checking your phone; you're expecting something, a text maybe? Unlikely that it's a phone call. Who are you expecting a text from? Couldn't be your parents, you're obviously disrespectful so it's unlikely you'd wait for a text from them. It could also be one of your friends, but teenage boys hardly care about texting each other, so it's a girl then. It's not my niece, she knows she's not to interfere and she would have told you not to expect a text from her for a while. If it's not my niece you're waiting for, it's another girl. Again, teenage boys hardly text unless they know they're going to be getting something interesting. What do teenage boys find interesting? Sex. Conclusion, you're waiting for inappropriate pictures from a girl, therefore, you are not eligible to date my darling niece. Thank you for your interest, but you are not allowed to see her again. Any form of unapproved contact at all will be punishable by death. Good day, I trust you can show yourself out." Sherlock then stood and left the room, leaving the bewildered boy to himself.
Sherlock grabbed his mobile and sent a quick text to Allison,
Declined on the grounds of seeing other girls while trying to date you. –SH
Sherlock Started to brew some fresh tea, knowing his niece would be here soon to argue with him. Once the kettle was on the stove, Sherlock crossed back into the sitting room, the boy had left, thankfully, but the scent of his cologne lingered in the air. Sherlock grimaced and went to open a few of the windows, hoping that it would help the smell to dissipate. He grabbed his Violin and began to play Allison's lullaby as he waited for the wrath that would come very soon. Oh well, he thought, if this keeps her from heartbreak, I will take her fury as many times as I have to.
How did you like it? I love Sherlock as an Uncle So, should this stay a one shot or do you think I should continue? Reviews=Happiness
Love, SallySkellington