AN: Parent!Lock :D
p.s I changed it from nightmare to nightmares :)
Prompt from:Chibigirl35
Nightmare:
A strangled cry pierced the relative stillness of the London night. There was a pause before the bawling began, loud choking sobs that filled the whole flat. A little girl of around three was hiding under her covers, crying as she shook her curly hair out of her face. "DADDY!" she screeched, tears pouring down her cheeks.
John Watson sat up in his bed and rolled over, heart pounding in his chest as he slipped out of the duvet. Sherlock had already climbed out of bed and was purposefully striding out of their bedroom into the toddler's room. The consulting detective sat down on the little girl's bed and pulled her into his chest, wrapping his skinny arms around her and kissing her forehead. John sat of the other side of the girl and stroked her back comfortingly.
"It's okay sweetheart. It was just a nightmare." John said calmly, stroking her soft curls. The little girl looked up and met eyes with John, "B-But daddy, I was scared."
"What was the nightmare about?" Sherlock asked lovingly.
"It was about mummy."
Those four words stopped Sherlock's heart. He knew he would regret telling her what had happened to her real parents. John had insisted that he wauted until she was older but Sherlock was adamant that she needed to know about it sooner rather than later. Her real father had abandoned her and her mother when she had just been born, leaving Cassandra Holmes to raise her daughter on her own. Cassandra was Sherlock's older sister. The key word being was. Cassandra was killed in a car accident last year and so Sherlock had begun to take care of little Jenny Holmes. She was every bit a Holmes. With her black curls and eyes of an indescribable blue she really could be Sherlock's child. She had started calling Sherlock daddy a long time ago. He always used to look after her when he didn't have crimes to be solving. John Watson and Jenny Holmes had clicked naturally. She cared for John and vice versa. Theirs was a small but loving family.
Jenny's hiccuping cry brought Sherlock back to the present. He pulled the little girl impossibly closer to him and buried his face in her hair, tears leaking down his cheeks. He missed her. Sherlock Holmes actually has emotions and has feelings. He misses his sister.
John hugged the two most important people in his life and wished that he could make them feel better.
~4 years later~
The door opened to reveal a sleepy-eyed, teary eight year old. John ushered Jenny into his room and pulled her up onto the bed, wrapping her up in his duvet. She pushed her face into his chest as he wrapped his arms around her and stroked her long curls. "What's wrong?" he whispered into her ear, resting his cheek on the crown of her head. "I miss daddy." she replied, tightening her grip around John's waist. His breath caught in his throat as tears began to drip down his face. "I miss him too sweetheart." John replied, thinking back to Sherlock's fall.
The past two years had dragged slowly after Sherlock had died, nothing seemed real, nothing made any sense. John only carried on because of Jenny. He needed her as much as she needed him.
John looked down at the girl he had come to consider as a daughter and smiled because through it all, she was the happiness of day that chased away the nightmares.