Comfort
Rating: PG
It was a long day. Sherlock was still at the morgue, but after sixteen years of marraige, he was used to Sherlock keeping odd hours. He however, was not used to his fifteen year old daughter slamming into the flat. He was also not used to her crying whilst slamming into the flat.
"Victoria? What's wrong, love?"
Victoria slammed her books down and started clanging in the kitchen, making tea. "He dumped me!"
John knew Victoria was dating some boy from school. "Freddy?"
Victoria nodded. "The ass! He texted me, Papa! Texted me! And, the best part of it – the icing on the cake, is that he broke up with me because I 'wouldn't go far enough' with him!"
John hugged Victoria. She crying again, huge racking sobs. John brought her to his chest and stroked her hair. "Shhh love." He tipped her head up and kissed her nose. "You are so much better than that. So, so much better."
Victoria wiped her eyes and made them both tea, but she would still sniffle. John finished his tea and claps his hands. "Victoria, here's what we're going to do. We are going to order pizza, and put on our pyjamas, and watch crap telly until your dad gets back and tells us to go to bed." Victoria stopped sniffling and smiled.
"I'd like that."
Victoria changed into her Hello Kitty pyjamas (which Sherlock hated) and curled up with her Papa on the couch eating pineapple and cheese pizza (which Sherlock hated) and watched a string of reality shows and X Factor (which Sherlock really hated.) It was almost one when Sherlock returned to the flat, to find Victoria and John cuddled on the couch, the telly blaring and a half eaten pizza on the coffee table. Sherlock spared a smile for his family. (Whom he loved very, very much.)