Summary:Daddy!Pops comforting his 5-year daughter after a nightmare while Robin works at the sheriff station.
It was Robin's night shift at the sheriff station
That's how Pops found himself alone in their king sized bed in the middle of the night. He was reading one of the books Robin had told him about, Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone.
Apparently there were 6 more books after that, and 8 movies to watch, so Robin had convinced him to read them before watching the movies because "they are so much better". Not that he would know, but he couldn't deny anything to either of them.
And so he lied fully awake, with only a pair of pajama pants and his bedside lamp on, reading- no not reading- devouring the book, when he heard little footsteps approaching his room.
When he looked up, he saw his little princess Prue right outside his door frame, getting closer to the bed with her favorite stuffed Unicorn clutched tightly to her chest.
Pops opened his arms and Prue ran towards him as fast as she could with her short legs, jumping on the bed and hugging him tightly, the unicorn trapped between them, long forgotten now that she was hugging her favorite person in the world.
"Hey princess, what's wrong?" he asked with his lips pressed to her brown curls.
"I had a nightmare." Her lip was quivering, trying hard not to cry. Pops looked at her in concern, he knew what Nightmares where. He always remembered Sarah always waking up from them just after her parents were murdered, and to be honest he's been having them to lately.
"And it scared you didn't it?" Pops asked, as he softly ran a hand threw her hair.
The little girl nodded with tears in her bright brown eyes.
"Do you want to tell me what it was about?" Pops asked, concerned.
Prue shook her head, burying her face in his neck instead.
With no other word spoken, Pops laid back down, with Prue over his chest, until her whimpers stopped. He thought she had fallen asleep, when her sweet voice spoke from his shoulder.
"Daddy?"
"Yes, princess?"
"Can you sing to me?" She looked up at him, almost begging him to sing just like he had done countless times when she couldn't sleep.
But she really didn't need to beg. He would always do everything she asked him to. She had him wrapped around her tiny finger, and just like with her mother , he couldn't deny her anything.
And with that, Pop's voice started echoing in the silence of the room, an old song Sarah used to sing when she was younger, slipping past his lips.
Prue was now laying beside him, comfortable against the warmth of his chest, hugging tightly her stuffed unicorn.
When the song finished, Pops looked down to see his daughter sleeping with a tiny smile gracing her face. At that sight, he closed his eyes and fell on a dreamless slumber.
When Robin returned home the next morning, she couldn't help but take a picture of her Terminator and her princess sleeping peacefully, pressed to each other, with Prue 's head almost over his chest, and Pop's hand laying protectively on her back.
Quietly, she tiptoed around the room, putting her pajamas on, and climbing on the bed behind her daughter, pressing a featherlight kiss on both of their heads, before falling asleep herself.