The Perfect Family
"Argh. I'm. So. BORED." Sherlock yelled, shooting at a smiley face on the wall in distaste. "A nice murder will cheer you up." Said Mrs. Hudson. She didn't comment about the wall, knowing full well that he didn't care. "Oh, yes Mrs. Hudson! The murder of a certain Daniel Latimer and perhaps that dreadful singer-the one dating Molly? Anderson Lieter? Although his is one we needn't pursue. We'll celebrate instead." "Oh, Sherlock. Don't speak that way. They're both perfectly good young men. Continue and I'll have to tell your mother…" Mrs. Hudson scolded him, tossing one of his curtains back, only to smile at two visitors she spotted making their way up to the flat. "Mrs. Hudson, do remember that Lieter can't sing. And besides that's an empty threat. You know mother is too naïve to believe." Sherlock plops down on the sofa and Mrs. Hudson leaves muttering something about stale biscuits and John Watson enters the flat toting a baby. "You brought The Baby." "Her name is Alice and what have you done?" John rushes to patch up the wall Sherlock so blatantly shot at, and leaves The Baby with Sherlock. The Baby. She will always be The Baby. She pre shadows all of her race, so perfect is her role.
Behind John's back, Sherlock kisses Alice on the cheek then hands her a sugar cube. "You're going to grow up to be a smart girl, won't you? And you'll take care of John when I'm too old to because Mommy will be too busy taking care of you." Sherlock whispers and she stares comprehensively into his almond eyes. Despite popular belief that John isn't listening, John smiles at the sight and the moment is picture perfect when Mary Morstan walks in to stand by John. Sherlock is so enamored with Alice's antics that he doesn't notice the audience.