A/N If you're wondering where I got the name for the Watson's daughter, it's all explained in my one shot titled 'What shall we call her?' Anyways, I hope you enjoy the first little one shot
Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock or any of the characters apart from Willow. I also do not own any of the films mentioned in this.
"Can you watch a film with me?" The little voice of an inquisitive Watson rang through the air.
Sherlock looked up from his microscope and saw the young Willow Watson stood on John's chair, staring at him. She was the spitting image of John and Mary as well as being fairly similar in personality. Willow had short blonde hair and dark blue eyes, not unlike her parents but she also had their sense of adventure and always wanted to assist Sherlock on his cases; although he would not allow her at any crime scenes and she was only allowed to assist in certain experiments.
"I'm busy." Sherlock frowned at her before scribbling down something in his notebook.
"Pleeeeease Uncle Lock." Willow begged, climbing off of her father's chair to Sherlock.
"What film do you want to watch?"Sherlock asked, cautiously.
"Brave. Please can you watch it with me? Please!" Willow jumped up and down, pulling at Sherlock's sleeve.
After ten minutes of begging, Willow had finally gotten Sherlock to sit down on the sofa and the opening scene of Brave began to play. Willow had also managed to find ice cream in the fridge and her Uncle had scooped it into two bowls for them to eat as they watched.
"Thank you." Willow beamed, getting a large blob of strawberry ice cream onto her spoon.
Sherlock gave her a small smile as he ate his own. Surprisingly, the film wasn't as disgusting as he had expected it to be a classic damsel in distress who is saved by a prince tale and it turned out not to be. It wasn't a film he would ever want to watch again, but at least he didn't want to rip his own eyes out.
Willow had long since put her empty bowl on the coffee table and was dancing around the room, singing along to the many songs trying to get her Uncle to join in.
"I know you know the words because I've sang them before." Willow told him.
She wasn't lying as Sherlock had picked up on most of the words as the young Watson had been singing them for the past few weeks.
"Of course I don't, Willow." Sherlock denied, but he was unsuccessful in fooling the child.
Willow grabbed his arms and literally dragged him to his feet and with a mixture of begging and puppy eyes, Sherlock found himself singing along with Willow stood on his shoes so that she could dance with him. Somehow, John and Mary's child had this affect on him in which she could eventually persuade Sherlock to do something that he would never usually do, such as sing along to princess films whilst dancing. Within the next half an hour, they were leaping from sofa to chair, pretending to be Merida running away from the bear.
John and Mary pulled up outside 221 Bakers Street and headed inside to 221b; John silently counting the seventeen steps which had become a habit ever since Sherlock had pointed it out to him. When they opened the door, they defiantly had not expected to see Sherlock and Willow asleep on the sofa with a book in between them. Both Watson's pulled out their phones and snapped a picture of their daughter and her Uncle before waking them up. Willow took a minute to wake up, whereas Sherlock was up within the second John had coughed loudly.
"Come on then, Wills. You need a bath before school tomorrow." John said, collecting up his daughters things and putting them in her bag that Mary was holding open.
"Are you saying I'm smelly?" Willow immediately questioned.
"No, it's just nice to be all fresh for school. Thank you for looking after her, Sherlock." Mary intervened.
Sighing, Willow stood on the sofa and raised her arms so that Sherlock would pick her up which he did.
"Bye bye Uncle Lock." Willow said, hugging his neck.
"It's Sherlock." The consulting detective corrected her.
He put down the small child who put on her blue Finding Nemo bag and began to follow her parents out of 221b.
"Bye Lock." She cheekily repeated before darting out of the room.
"Oi!" Sherlock shouted good-naturedly and his response was a hyena type laugh from the bottom of the stairs.
Once the Watson's had officially cleared out of the flat, Sherlock frowned and sat down at the kitchen table to continue his experiment. He would never admit it, but maybe watching princess films with Willow whilst eating ice cream was more fun that his experiment.
A/N I know it's short, but I know that the next one shot will be longer :D