Title: Date
Rating: G
In which Victoria goes on a date.
Victoria took her date by the hand and let him up the steps of 221B. It was a hard and fast rule that all her dates must meet her dads beforehand, although Sherlock had been good about not deducing them (well, not to their faces, anyway). The boy was nervous, as most young men were upon meeting their date's parents.
"You'll be fine, Tom. Just…don't let my dad get to you. He can be a bit blunt."
The boy smiled. "Right and your – uh – other uhm…"
"Oh? Papa?" She paused for a moment. The last time she brought a bloke home, John sat nonchalantly on the sofa, cleaning is gun. "Papa is a former army officer."
The boy nodded and she went into the living room. She had to stifle a laugh. Her Dad was hunched over a microscope, tweezers in hand, poking at whatever was under the slide. Her Papa was on the couch, reading a paper and drinking his tea. They looked almost normal.
"Daddy, Papa, this is Tom."
The boy stretched his hand out and went to John first. "Uh….hello, sirs." John shook the boy's hand and chuckled. "Call me John. We don't live on pretense here."
Sherlock got up from his 'experiment' and loomed behind the boy. "Sherlock Holmes." The boy almost jumped and stepped back. Sherlock was imposing. Victoria stifled a giggle and stood next to her papa. Sherlock shook the boy's hand and eyed him up and down. Both John and Victoria could tell he had made several deductions about the poor sod. "And tell me, young man, what exactly are your intentions toward my daughter?" It was John's turn to save the stammering youth.
"I think that's quite enough, Sherlock." He ushered Victoria and Tom out the door. "Have fun,
kids." He pecked Victoria on the cheek and sent them off.
Sherlock started giggling as soon as Victoria and her boy were out of the flat. He went to the kitchen and fetched his tea, ready to cuddle up with John on the couch.
"I'll say this, Sherlock. He won't do anything untoward with her. You scared the pants off him!"
"That was the point, John."
John giggled. Yes well, Vicky is a big girl, she can take care of herself. "
Sherlock smiled and drew John closer. "I know. I just worry."
"Don't. Besides, she has two dads that will positively end any bloke that hurts their little girl."
Sherlock cuddled his husband closer and leaned his head on Johns. "That's right." He kissed John's hair and clicked on the telly. Sometimes, it was just nice to have a night in.