Hey guys! Sorry it's been a while. Work has been unexpectedly crazy and I had to switch from working 4 hour shifts to 10 hour shifts and I'm exhausted! Did I mention I work with kids? I was beat! But I did find time to write, it calms me down. Anyways, here we see little Addie getting some of her bad memories the older Addie had, and John and Sherlock having to deal with an issue all parents do at some point. Here's chapter 10. Enjoy :)

Chapter 10

Addie woke suddenly with a strangled scream. She sat up breathing heavily and pulling Sherlock's sheets tighter around her. She had a terrible dream and she'd never been so scared. Addie shifted in the bed, ready to go find Sherlock when she felt it. There was a puddle under her and pooling around her pajama pants. Tears suddenly sprung to her eyes as she realized she'd wet the bed. And not just any bed. But Sherlock's bed none-the-less. He was going to be so mad at her. She decided she couldn't let him find out. Her only other option was to find John and ask for his help. She quietly extracted herself from the soiled sheets and grimaced as her pants clung to her.

Addie tip-toed up to John's room and quietly let herself in. She stood at his bedside and awkwardly shifted from foot to foot as she thought about how to wake him.

"Mr. John?" she said shakily, touching his shoulder.

John didn't wake up. She tried again.

"Mr. John?" She shook him more forcefully and he finally startled awake.

John blearily looked around the room to see what woke him when his eyes landed on a tearful, sniffling Addie.

"Addie, what's wrong? Are you ok?" he asked, sitting up to look at her.

Addie didn't respond, just shyly peered up at him.

"What's happened? Why are you out of bed?"

"I…I had a bad dream," she muttered quietly.

"Why didn't you go to Sherlock?" John asked, grimacing when it came across and if he was trying to get rid of her.

"I can't," she stated, tears running down her face.

"Why not?"

"He'll be mad at me."

"He won't be mad about a bad dream, Addie," John reassured her.

"No. It's not that. There's…there's something else," she said, her cheeks going red.

"What is it?" John asked.

"I…I…um…I had an accident," Addie told him as she tried to hold in a sob.

John looked puzzled for a moment before he noticed the dark wet stain on her pajamas.

"Oh….oh, right then." John had no idea how to deal with this. But he looked at the pathetic crying child across from him and decided he had to attempt to make her feel better and fix it.

"It's ok Addie. No big deal. We'll have it fixed up real soon, ok?"

Addie nodded and scrubbed at her eyes.

"First off, we need to get you clean. Come on then, follow me to the bathroom," he said, leading her out.

"We gotta be real quiet though, I don't want Sherlock to find out!" she whispered.

"Find out about what?" Sherlock suddenly appeared at the bottom of the stairs.

Addie went still and pale. "N…nothing."

"What are you doing out of bed? You should be asleep right now. And what is John doing leading you around? You know better than this Addie."

Addie glanced nervously up at John. He knew they were caught but he attempted to divert Sherlock from the situation anyways.

"Addie just had a bad dream. Wanted me to get her some milk. That's all."

Addie hadn't moved or spoken during the whole conversation.

"If Addie had a bad dream, why didn't she come to me?"

John and Sherlock focused their attention on her as she hid behind John's legs.

"I couldn't."

"And why not?"

"I didn't want you to be mad," she stated.

"I wouldn't have been mad. You know that. Now what's the real reason?"

Addie was crying again as she stepped out from behind John's legs. "I didn't want you to be mad cuz…cuz…cuz I had an accident…" she said nervously, not looking at Sherlock.

"An accident? What do you-oh." He said, seeing her wet pajama pants clinging to her.

Addie was now sobbing "I'm s-s-sorry Sherlock! I didn't mean to! And now I ruined your bed and, and, you're gonna have to buy a new one, and you'll never let me sleep in it again, and…and…I'm sorry!" she broke off, crying loudly.

John was quite frankly afraid of Sherlock's reaction too, both of them having never been in this situation before. He prepared himself for the tirade but relaxed when he saw the sympathy on Sherlock's face.

Sherlock bent down to Addie's level and pulled her closer to him. He dried her tears and tilted her head up to look him in the eyes. "Come now Addie, it's not the end of the world. Hush."

Addie tried to slow her breathing and stop her tears. "Now then, this can be fixed very easily. I'll go get you some clean clothes while you start running a bath. Alright?"

Addie sniffled and nodded, still looking scared and pathetic.

"You sure you're not mad?" she asked Sherlock nervously.

"No, love, I'm not mad. Accidents happen sometimes. No use getting angry over it."

"But…your bed. I wet your bed. It's all yucky now."

"That's what the washing machine is for, Addie. To make thinks not yucky," Sherlock said, tweaking her nose.

Addie smiled. "Are you ready to get clean now?" Sherlock asked. She nodded.

"Good, get yourself into the bathroom and start the water. I'll be right back with some new clothes, ok? Don't get in until I come back though," he warned. "And don't worry about the bed. John will go wash the sheets right now."

Sherlock shot John an apologetic look, silently asking him is that's alright. John waved it off as no problem and he walked to Sherlock's room to take care of it.

When Addie was all clean and tucked in on the couch, Sherlock and John sat in their chairs sipping their tea. John broke the silence.

"You handled that well."

"I may be a sociopath John, but I'm not incapable of comforting people," Sherlock replied. "Besides, I did practically raise her. I think I know a thing or two about how to handle these things."

"Right. Sorry," John said, feeling bad for implying Sherlock was incapable of caring for his little sister.

"Don't be," Sherlock replied. "And thank you for your help by the way. I'm glad you were here."

John smiled and watched as Sherlock sipped his tea and kept his eyes on a sleeping Addie from his armchair. The protective big brother side was rearing its head again.

"You can go back to sleep John. We're fine here," he said, his gaze never leaving her still form.