"I no want it." Mia complained having a thumb in her mouth whilst they were in the waiting room.
Maria turned to the young girl. "It's not too bad. It just feels like a pinch it will be over before you know it."
"No want!" Mia yelled. Earning a couple of empathic glances from the parents.
"Tell you what." As she crouched down to Amelia's height "Do you want to know what my biggest fear is?" looking into the girls eyes. "I am terrified of needles." she whispered.
"You scared?" Maria nodded her head. "But you big."
"Even grown ups get scared sometimes…So how about we go in together and we hold are hands like this." Grabbing hold of the young girls hand. "And we brave it out together…We got a deal?"
Mia looked at there conjoined hands before hesitatingly nodding her head.
"Mrs. Palermo, we are ready for you now." said the nurse. Maria stood back to her length quickly adjusting the formfitting high-waited blue and white knee length skirt and walked with Amelia in hand to the nurses office.
"Sit right here Mrs. Palermo, Dr. Greenwood will be with you in a moment."
"Thank you." Maria said offering the woman a smile before she exited the room. Looking down at the child who had decided to sit on her lap, observed that her eyes were to the brink of tears. "You wanna talk about it?"
"It gon hurt." Amelia said turning in her lap so she can look at her.
"Will it make you feel better if I go first." the young girl nodded. "And tell you what, after you get your shot I promise you can get whatever you like."she said to her. Sherlocks fault for leaving me with her.
Just then the door opened revealing an older man probably in his late 60s. "Good Morning, I presume that you are Mrs. Palermo and who might this little las be?"
"Yes and this is Amelia Holmes, she had an appointment the same time as mine and…a friend had asked me to take her with me."
"Sherlock I presume." said the good natured Doctor.
"You know him?"
"Yes he has a way of driving people up walls, not too surprised he asked you to tend for young Amelia" Maria was confused at this statement. From what she observed Sherlock appeared to be a good father, if no maybe a bit distant at times when focused on something in the short amount of time she had known the father and daughter duo.
"Do you mind if you do my shot first Dr. , Amelia's a bit frightened of needles"
"No Problem, Just need to get a few questions out of the way; any chances of you being pregnant?"
"No." replied Maria continuing to answer the necessary questions. Not too long after the Dr. had turned and started to prepare the needle "Are you going to hold my hand?" She asked Amelia, who quickly grabbed hold of the offered hand.
She gave the girls hand a light squeeze. "Ok all done." the doctor announced.
"done?" Amelia said as the doctor put a bandaid on her arm.
"Yep, see I told you it wouldn't hurt.. Now its your turn ok."
"But got hurt" Maria nodded to the doctor and put her forehead towards Amelias.
"I cross my heart a million time that you wont even feel it." She said as the doctor removed the needle form her arm. "See its all done now." she said as the doctor put a bandaid on the little girls arm.
Amelia turned to the doctor, then her arm and finally back on Maria again "You dis-tract me." She said pointing to herself.
Maria giggled at the girls innocence "you bet'cha." ruffling her hair a little.
"Before you leave Mrs. Palermo, I just need you signature here and here." he said presenting her with the pieces of paper. "They are just to confirm that both you and Amelia were here and have taken your shots."
"No Problem." signing the paper quick. "By any chance would you know where about Sherlock is."
"Usually by this time he would be in the labs, but he never stays long."
"and whereabouts is that?" Maria inquired.
"Just take the elevator down two floors and head right and it should be straight there."
"Thank you Dr."
"Now how about we give this one a lollypop for being such a good girl today?" offering a jar to Amelia who picked one and whispered a quiet thank you "One for a beautiful lady as well?" Maria blushed and picked one and popped the treat in her mouth.
"Good day Dr. , I have to find this ones father" giving the older man a small smile before retreating from the room, in search of the research labs.
With Sherlock
Sherlock was tapping away on his laptop, trying to get down as much information as possible recorded before having to go back and tend to Amelia. From the other end of the room Sherlock could hear voices and approaching footsteps. Turning towards the door Sherlock was confronted by two men, one of whom he knew well and the other not so well.
"Bit different from my day." the unfamiliar man stated.
"You've no idea.: replied Mike.
" Mike, can I borrow your phone? No signal on mine." Interrupting the casual exchange Without glancing up from his computer.
"Whats wrong with the landline?"
"I'd rather text."
Mike reached into his jacket, attempting to feel around for his phone and let out an annoyed sigh.
"Sorry. Other coat."
" Here. Use mine" the unfamiliar man offered. Sherlock swivelled round in his chair towards said man.
"Oh, thank you." taking the phone and begun texting.
"This is an old friend go mine- John Watson." Sherlock was paying little attention to the scene at hand busy typing away on the phone.
"Afganistan or Iraq?"
"…Im Sorry?" John said confused
"Which was it? Afghanistan or Iraq?"
"…Afghanistan. I'm sorry, how did you- " Interrupted as Molly comes through the door, cup of coffee in hand.
"Coffee! Thank you, Molly! What happened to the lipstick?"
"It… wasn't working for me" colour quickly draining from her face.
"Really? I thought it was a big improvement - mouths too small now." he says as Molly quietly exists the room, seeing Maria and Amelia at the door making shushing motions towards her.
"How do you feel about the violin?" Sherlock continues.
"I'm sorry , what?" the confused expression slowly turning into frustration.
"I play violin when I'm thinking, and sometimes I don't talk for days on end, and I have a young daughter that is quite fond of the woman living in the apartment below me- Would that bother you? potential flatmates should know the ones habits." John then looks at Mike, understanding the situation at hand.
"Oh you told him about me?"
"Not a word." He says looking back at John
"…Then who said anything about flatmates?"
"I did. I said to Mike last night, that I was a difficult man to find a flatmate for. Now he turns up after lunch with an old friend clearly just come from military service in Afghanistan. wasn't a difficult leap." Sherlock explained.
"… How did you know about Afghanistan?" he asked. However Sherlock wasn't paying much attention to John as he focused on logging out of the lab computer.
"The place I'm renting at the moment has a spare bedroom, we will meet there tomorrow morning is 10 o clock, sorry got to dash I have to pick up two rather nosy individuals." he said whilst looking at the door, seeing Maria holding Amelia, stifling laughter.
John turned and saw the beautiful woman. "Hello, Im John Watson" he said smiling. Sherlock looked at him and saw his eyes dilate at the woman. He thinks she's attractive, he not wrong she is beautiful. Sherlock felt his heart clench at the action. Jealous? Iv'e only know the woman for a day…Mia seems to like her though.
With this Sherlock had moved from his position going to take the child from Maria.
"No. I stay." she said wrapping her arms around the woman's neck as said woman giggled.
"Very well." Sherlock says patting her head and instead wrapping an arm around the woman who gave him a rather confused look, Sherlock just blinked before turning back to John. " Are those arrangements well with you?"
"Is that it?"
"Is that what?" Sherlock asked
"We've just met and we're going to go and look at a flat" He said whilst hemlock was busy observing Amelia who seemed to take great interest in Maria's hair at the moment.
"Problem?" Maria pinched the bridge of her nose then. In the short time she has known Sherlock his character can be quite frustrating at times.
"We don't know a thing about each other. I don't know your name. I don't even know where we're meeting!"
Sherlock looks and focuses on John " I know you're an army doctor and you've been invalided home from Afghanistan. I know you've got a brother with a bit of money who's worried about you, but you wont go to him for help because you don't approve of him- possibly because he's an alcoholic, more likely because he recently talked out on his wife. And I know that your therapist thinks your limp is psychosomatic- quire correctly, I'm afraid. That's enough to be going on with don't you think?"
Maria looked at the man and saw he was in shock and back at Sherlock who had a small smirk.
"Seems like Mrs. Hudson was right about you after all." Maria said before making faces at the child in her arms causing giggles to erupt from said child.
"He must of done the same to you love." Mike said. Maria feeling quite uncomfortable under his gaze causing sherlock to tighten his grip on her.
"He did… He just got everything wrong." Sherlock gave her a lighthearted glare before motioning for them to exist the room.
"The name's Sherlock Holmes and the address is 221B Baker Street. Afternoon." Sherlock said before leaving the room, Maria and Amelia in hand.
John Looks at Mike, completely slack-jawed.
"Yeah. He's always like that… not too sure who the lady is though."
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