AT BEDTIME

1 November 2014

Summary: Toddler Minerva likes Smaug.

Ship: Sherlolly

Rating: G

A/N: A little parent!lock drabble that's part of my Facing Your Fears series. May be expanded to a full fic later. Or not.

I own nothing. Everything belongs to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, BBC, Steven Moffat, and Mark Gatiss. If I owned Sherlock and Molly Hooper, then there would be a lot more Sherlolly in the show. All mistakes are mine. Reviews and constructive criticism are welcome.


"Daddy, The Hobbit, please?" requested Minerva.

Sherlock made a face and glanced at Molly, who was sitting on the other side of their daughter's bed. "Why does she like that book so much?"

Molly chuckled and kissed her husband on the cheek. "It's because you're so good at voices. It's also an excellent book."

"I like it when you do the dragon's voice, Daddy!" the three-year-old girl added.

"All right." He picked up the book from the nightstand and opened it. "Now, where were we?" He took a deep breath. "'Well, thief! I smell you and I feel…'"


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