Mind Palace:
Bronwyn looked to her father on the bed and shook her head "I can't. All he ever does is yell at me. He'll just continue to inform me that it's my own fault that I got shot." Sherlock nodded "yes he will. But if you lock yourself in here then you won't hear me give him hell." The girl looked down "you wouldn't have to give him hell if I hadn't got shot to begin with."
Sherlock chuckled "you didn't ask to be shot. He's yelling because he knows he should never have sent you on that mission. He knows he's wrong but prefers not to admit it. Leave this place Bronwyn. Please." She bit her lip and sighed "I'm just sick of the yelling dad. He yells and you yell back and then you take off for months on stupid missions for him." Sherlock smirked "Well I can't change that as I'm in your mind palace. But tell me that out there. I'm sure to change it."
Bronwyn nodded and smiled "Thanks. I'll be sure to come and visit you again. Hopefully I'll leave the bad memories where they belong." The man nodded and snuggled back up with the younger version of herself humming softly again.
Bart's Hospital:
As Bronwyn began to come out of her Mind Palace she found herself humming a soft tune, on one side of her was her father and the other side was john, each holding a hand. She opened her eyes and smiled softly at her dad "I'm ok daddy. I'm back now." The detective smiled brightly "welcome back lovely. We're glad to see you."
It was then that Mycroft stood up "Yes. It's all wonderful that you've come back from your retreat to your mind palace Bronwyn. But please do tell, at what point where you going to inform me that you had failed in your mission?" The girl looked up at him and smiled "I wasn't Uncle Myc. Dad and I were going to let you believe that I got shot extracting him from Serbia. I was captured and tortured my father came to me in the hospital. He found me alright. I did not bungle up the mission. I'm a kid I never should have been on it!" Mycroft glowered at her "It was your bloody idea child!" Bronwyn sighed "That's just it Uncle Myc, I may be 17 but I'm still a child. You were supposed to say that dad would be alright and that I needed to just stay with you or John. None of this agreeing to train me for a mission that could have killed me!"
Mycroft looked between John and Sherlock "is she serious here?" Sherlock nodded "She's right Mycroft. She's still the child, you are the adult. You were supposed to keep her safe not nearly get her killed. This is not her fault. It's yours." Mycroft glared at him but on some level he knew that he should have kept Bronwyn home, he also knew that when he hadn't heard from her after the first week he should have sent a team in to find her. He should have taken better care of her, He should have taken her home with him and kept Sherlock's daughter safe.
Safe…he'd failed not only Bronwyn but once again he'd failed Sherlock. The one person he'd never wanted to fail again. Yes he cared for Bronwyn, naturally she was his niece, But Sherlock would be rendered useless if something had happened to his daughter, and he finally glanced around the room one last time and spoke softly "Sherlock, Bronwyn My Apologies on my failure to keep Bronwyn safe." Sherlock smirked slightly "Bet that hurt. You're forgiven this time Mycroft. Nearly kill my child again and I will kill you for real." Mycroft nodded and turned on his heel heading out the door.
John smiled down at Bronwyn "are you finished nearly killing yourself little girl? Because frankly I don't think my heart or your father's can take much more of this excitement of worrying about you" Bronwyn giggled and nodded "Yes John. I'm finished with it." He nodded and kissed her hand "Good girl." She glanced over at her father "Daddy, I need you to stop doing those little jobs for Uncle Mycroft. No more missions that can get you killed. I know I'm growing up but I still need you and I always will." Sherlock smiled and kissed her hand "If something likes that ever comes up again I'll be certain to discuss it and all the potential dangers that could happen. We will always discuss it. I'm sorry we didn't this time. But should it come up again I will come straight to you first, and make sure that I always keep in contact with you, no falling off the grid, not on you Lovely."
Bronwyn nodded slightly looking at him "You are the best father in the world. And don't let anyone tell you any different okay." Sherlock nodded and leaned in giving her a soft kiss on the cheek "And you my Lovely are the best and most beautiful daughter in the world." She smirked slightly "Ahh well Yeah I'm pretty awesome." Both men laughed loudly causing Bronwyn's own laughter a well.