"Helen! You're late for school, get down here!" Greg Lestrade yelled to his youngest daughter.
"I'm coming! Don't worry, I'll be fine." She raced down the stairs with her grey and red uniform on with her bright blue bow askew holding her golden hair back from her face. Her golden wire rimmed glasses were perched on her nose at an odd angle, giving her the appearance of having tumbled down the stairs instead of walking down them.
Greg shook his head at the antics of his adopted daughter. When he'd brought Helen home that first night, he'd caught his wife with another man. He moved out the next month and took Helen with him, since he'd adopted her as soon as he was legally able to. Before he and Helen could find their own flat Sherlock allowed them to stay at 221 B Baker Street in John's old room since he'd been married to Mary.
Eventually, after a few moves to different flats, Greg decided to approach Sherlock about doing a flat-share for 221B like he had with Watson. Sherlock later confided in Greg that he only agreed because Helen who was about three at the time said 'Pwease,Unca Serwok? I'ww be reaww qwiet, and so wiww papa, wiww you wet us stay?' and stared at him with the largest pair of blue eyes he'd ever seen as she sucked on the ear of the bunny Sherlock had bought he as a Christmas present the year before.
Sherlock put together his 'niece's' lunch and wrote on it 'Deduce before opening. No cheating, little sleuth'.
He placed it next to her backpack and pulled out from his pocket some makeup and a hair brush. He took one look at her and said "Straighten those clothes, take that bow out of your hair, and remove your glasses. You are not going to school looking like that!"
Helen sighed, but did as she was told. Her uncle Sherlock would make her do it one way or another. He quickly applied some touch-up to her face and brushed her hair before re-tying it with the ribbon and placed her glasses on her nose straight. he pushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear and studied his handiwork.
He held back a tear as he noticed how grown up his niece was. he cleared his throat and said gruffly "You better not keep uncle Mycroft waiting too long." he paused a moment before hugging her "Have a brilliant day at school."
Once Sherlock and Greg saw her leave in one of Mycroft's cars, Greg lightly punched Sherlock's shoulder "Softie." he teased.
Sherlock murmured back as he watched the car drive off "Maybe you're right. I'm losing my touch. Shall we go to the station together or should I wait until you have a murder for me to help you with?" Sherlock flashed Greg one of his more dazzling smiles.
"Wait here, Sherlock. I don't want the office having any more rumors about us than there already are." Sherlock snorted in derision. "Must I remind you about social manners again?"
"Dull." Sherlock flopped onto the couch and sighed, wishing that it was the week-end and that he could help Helen with her homework and take her to different places in London.
Greg laughed and went to his room to get into his uniform. He was happy with his life. He lived with a man he considered to be a brother, and a perfect daughter. He never imagined that his life could be as good as this. He only hoped it would stay that way for as long as it could.