-7 year old Stefani-
"I want Sherly." I said as Mum placed a cold rag on my forehead.
"He's at school sweetie, but here's the otter he gave you." She said placing it in my arms, "Now get some rest."
"Not until Sherly comes home."
"If you must." She smiled, "I love you princess."
"I'm a queen." I yawned rubbing my eyes.
"That you are." She said fixing the rag, "I'll let Sherlock know you're waiting for him."
-Several Days Later-
"Mum is she getting better?"
"Yes but she's still too ill for you to see her."
"Mum-"
"No Sherlock, I don't need two of my babies ill."
-Later that Night-
"Stefani... Stef are you awake?" Sherlock whispered shaking me gently.
"Sherly?" I asked sitting up, rubbing my eyes, "Your here."
"For you, always." He climbed in the bed next to me, laying my head on his chest, "My queen." He whispered.
"Am I dying Sherly?"
"Why would you say a thing like that? You know I would do anything to keep you alive. You remember why?"
"It's stupid for me to die first."
"Yes it is. Mycroft dies first, and if you must you can but I prefer you to wait your turn." He said getting me to giggle, "I've missed that."
"Don't leave me tonight. Mum won't let me see you."
"I'll stay as long as I can but you know I'll never leave you."
"Sherlock?"Mycroft called opening the bedroom door, "Are you in here?" Sherlock said no as I said yes. He walked into the bedroom, leaving the light off, "You know what Mum said. Sherlock you could get yourself ill."
"I'm 17 Mycroft, I'll be fine." Sherlock said.
"Sherlock let's go. Before we wake Mum."
"No." I wrapped my arms around Sherlock, "He stays."
"Stefani you know he can't."
"You can stay too." I told him, "Please don't make him leave." I whined.
"Don't get caught Sherlock." He said leaving the room.
"Does his hate me?"
"No... Don't worry about him. He's crabby when he doesn't get his beauty sleep."
-Present Day-
"Drink this, it'll help." Sherlock said placing a cup of tea on the nightstand, "How do you feel?" He placed his hand on my forehead.
"It's a cold Sherlock not a deathly fever. I'll be fine." I said pushing his hand off, hiding myself under the covers.
"I still don't understand why you won't take the flat in the basement. I do like my own room, with my own bed."
"It's cold down there, besides I'm the queen. I do what I want."
Sherlock pulled the covers away from my head, "Yes you are." He kissed my forehead, "It could come back though."
"If I was still 7, sure, but I'm not 7 anymore." I said sitting up only for Sherlock to push me back.
"Rest." He said.
"But my tea."
"Rest." He said again leaving the room.
"Why would you bring me tea if I can't drink it?" I called to him.
"You had your chance, now get some sleep." I called back.