A/N: Many thanks to Phish Tacko for her help beta'ing this! Marie is around 7 years old here.
Ch. 7
Sherlock, Mycroft and Marie go to Disney World
Sherlock's cases often kept him extremely busy, so it was rare that he and Marie ever had a chance to take a vacation. Now that there was a lull, Sherlock was determined to take advantage of it.
He'd let Marie choose their destination. Being seven years old and still obsessed with Disney, it was no surprise that she chose to go to Disney World in Florida. Mycroft was invited to tag along as well. While he had acted as if he were uninterested and going along solely to make Marie happy, Sherlock had an inkling that his brother was excited.
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After a nine hour flight and a huge debacle involving their hotel rooms – the manager had accidently given them keys to two rooms already in use, causing Mycroft and Sherlock to walk in on some "interesting" situations – the group was finally standing at the entrance to Disney.
"Are you sure you don't want to rest a little bit?" Mycroft asked. He was beginning to feel the effects of jet-lag.
"No, let's go!" Marie answered before skipping up to the ticket booth.
Mycroft sighed. He and Sherlock followed along.
"So, princess, what would you like to ride first?"
"Space Mountain!" She proclaimed, grinning.
"Ah, yes. The rollercoaster."
Mycroft eyed his brother.
"Hmm, perhaps you ought to sit this one out. We all know how badly such rides affect you."
Sherlock rolled his eyes. "I'm not sure where you've gotten your information, but I'll have you know that I love rollercoasters."
"Right. Okay, then. Let's head over."
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While there were lines wrapping around most of the rides, the purchase of a Fast Pass allowed Mycroft, Sherlock, and Marie to get to the front quickly.
As they were ushered in, Mycroft spoke to Sherlock one last time.
"Are you sure you don't want to back out? This is your last chance."
"Of course not! We're going to have a great time!" He forced a smile. Marie looked at him oddly, but said nothing.
"Alright, here we go," One of the workers said.
Within moments the rollercoaster took off, going around the brightly lit tunnels at an extremely high speed.
Sherlock could hear Marie and Mycroft yelling happily as the ride twisted and turned. He himself kept quiet and closed his eyes. Thankfully, the ride was over quickly.
"Let's do it again!" Marie said, as they exited. "Wasn't that amazing?!"
"It was!" Mycroft agreed. "Perhaps we should see if any photos were taken of us during the ride. It might be a nice souvenir."
The two walked towards the photo stand. When they got there, they realized that Sherlock wasn't with them.
"Daddy?" Marie called out, noticing that her father was sitting on a bench. He looked rather pale.
"Yes, darling?" He answered weakly.
Marie skipped over and sat down near him.
"Daddy, want to get a photo with us?"
"Yes, of course. Just give me a moment."
Mycroft couldn't help but snicker. Sherlock had always had problems with motion sickness. He'd hoped that perhaps his brother would be able to hold out a bit longer, but it looked like one turn was his limit.
"Marie, can you wait here for a moment?"
Marie nodded and watched as Mycroft led Sherlock over to a trash bin, where Sherlock promptly vomited. Marie wrinkled her nose in disgust.
The two returned soon. Sherlock looked a bit better but still weak.
"Sorry about that, dear." He rasped.
Mycroft handed Sherlock a water bottle and Sherlock gulped it down.
"So, how about we try something else besides a rollercoaster? Let your weakling of a daddy recover a bit?" Mycroft suggested, smirking. Sherlock glared at him, sure that this was payback for what had happened at Marie's birthday party.
Marie didn't look happy, but she agreed. Before they walked off, Mycroft whipped out his mobile phone and took a photo of Sherlock, forever preserving the moment.
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Soon enough they were at the Haunted Mansion.
Along with a group of other people, the three were greeted by an eerie voice. Portraits that appeared on the walls began to stretch, causing some patrons to become frightened.
"Look at that," Sherlock whispered. "Isn't it scary! The walls are growing! And there's no doors or windows!"
Marie looked less than amused.
"It's fake, daddy."
"How do you know?" He pressed on.
"Because it's a ride. Of course it's fake. Only babies and dumb people would believe it's real."
Mycroft shifted his weight, ignoring the conversation. He wasn't afraid, but the atmosphere was slightly uncomfortable. Of course, Sherlock picked up on this.
"Your Uncle Mycroft is nervous, and he's not dumb!"
Marie looked at him.
"I'm beginning to doubt that."
"Oh, shut up. I'm not scared," He said to Sherlock. "It's just a bit creepy, that's all."
"Shhh!" Someone – a parent, most likely – hissed.
Mycroft shook his head but kept quiet until the ride was over.
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"Who's the weakling now, Mycroft?" Sherlock asked, as they exited the ride.
"I wasn't scared! It was just uncomfortable."
"Riiiight."
"This is coming from the man who took one turn on Space Mountain and got sick."
The brothers stopped bickering when they noticed that Marie was staring at them. Both forced smiles at each other.
"So… shall we go to the tea cups, then?" Sherlock asked sweetly.
"I want a princess crown," Marie said, pointing to a vendor who was selling merchandise.
"…Of course, darling," Sherlock replied.
"Then the tea cups," Marie added.
"Absolutely."
As Marie wandered towards the vendor, Mycroft and Sherlock looked at each other, silently promising to keep their arguing to a minimum for the rest of the trip.