5: In Which Parker Finds Sherlock's Weak Spot
SO! For those of you who don't read my story Consulting Heroes and haven't heard, I'm doing a Sherlock Holmes play for school and I am none other then…! You know what, I'll tell you at the end of the chapter.
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Warnings: Overload of cuteness and fluff :P
Shanna and Parker moved into 221C on Monday. It was eight o'clock PM, Thursday of the next week. A week and a half. Eleven kidnappings, two attempted kidnappings (Sherlock and Shanna), one murder, and yet Sherlock still refused to help out Scotland Yard. Shanna, on the other hand, walked around the perimeter of each crime scene (because no one let her in) and would taunt the officers. "I'm not on the crime scene!" she'd say, and continue to deduce the officers. Her favourite two victims were Donovan and Anderson.
That Thursday night, Sherlock was in his flat by himself. John was at the surgery and was going to have a late night and Mrs. Hudson was on a holiday until Tuesday. He laid on the couch and thought about the kidnappings. To be fully truthful, he was a bit interested in the case. Every victim worked at Scotland Yard or had connections. Why kidnap a bunch of officers? Well at Corlettee's murder scene, the word 'revenge' had been written all over the walls. Grudge against the police department?
Sherlock heard footsteps running up the staircase. He looked at the door. They weren't in a pattern he recognised. They were moving quickly, and were very light on the steps. "No, don't go in there!" came Parker's voice. The door swung open and in ran a toddler. He dove behind the chair and peeked out from behind it. Parker came hurrying up the staircase. She looked at Sherlock who raised an eyebrow at the child. "I'm so, so sorry," she apologised. She reached down and grabbed the child, who squirmed in an attempt to get away. She looked the young boy in the eye. "You're not aloud to come in here," she said sternly, "okay, Kaman? Now tell Mr. Holmes you're sorry."
"Sowwy," the boy said quietly.
"Who's this?" Sherlock inquired.
"My nephew. My brother's on a holiday with his wife. So I'm looking after Kaman until they come back."
"How long is 'until they come back'?"
"Next Thursday." Parker walked towards the door when she stopped. She slowly turned back around. "Why do you ask?"
"Mm. No reason." Parker nodded slowly, a smile creeping onto her face. "Where's Iterro?" he asked.
"Dunno," said Parker with a shrug. "She said it had something to do with the kidnapping case." She closed the door behind her and went down stairs. She placed the child on his feet and knelt down to his height. "Kaman, can you do something for Auntie Parker?" The boy nodded vigorously. "Go back up to Mr. Holmes and hide behind something. If he asks what you're doing, tell him your hiding from me, okay?" The boy nodded. "You think you can do this?" He nodded again, a big grin on his face. "Good boy," said Parker with a smile. Kaman took off up the staircase. Parker stayed out of sight but within hearing range.
After about two minutes, Parker decided it was all clear. She hurried up the staircase and opened the door. Sherlock was sitting upright on the sofa with Kaman on his lap. They both looked up at the intruder. "Aha!" Parker exclaimed. "So that's it, huh?"
"That was slightly crude of a way to conduct that experiment," Sherlock said.
"The great detective Sherlock Holmes a sucker for kids?"
"If you inform anyone–"
"No worries," Parker interrupted, "my lips are sealed." She made the movement of zipping her lips closed and tossing the key away. She walked over to the two boys on the sofa. "Come on, Kaman. Bedtime."
The four year old pouted. "But I wanna pway with Sherwock," he complained.
"Sorry," Parker said, taking the child from the detective. "It's eight o'clock. That means bedtime." So Parker walked out of the door with the child in her arms.
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Miraculously, John managed to convince Sherlock to go to bed and actually in his bed, not on the couch. Not something that happens often. Back in 221C, a similar scenario took place. Parker somehow coaxed Shanna into her room to get some rest.
Kaman was staying in the room right next to Parker's. He kicked around in his covers for a while before waking up. He let his tears fall with several sniffles. He climbed down from his bed and held his teddy in his arms. He opened the door to Parker's and went inside. He walked over to the side of her bed and poked her arm. "Auntie Parker?" he said. Parker merely grumbled into her pillow. "Auntie Parker?" Kaman said again, shaking her arm. Parker was still asleep. Kainen was close to crying again. He went out of Parker's room then plopped down on the carpet and cried. Eventually, he thought of another person he could go to.
Kaman stood up from his place on the ground and clutched his teddy close. He walked out of 221C and went up the stairs to 221B and opened the door. He looked around and saw a door to another room cracked open. Kaman slowly and quietly pushed it open. He saw a figure lying on the bed cocooned in a duvet. He walked up to the bed and poked the person's arm. "Sherwock," he whispered. "Sherwock."
Sherlock rolled over and perched himself up on his elbow. "Kaman?" he said in slight surprise. "What are you doing here?"
"I had a bad dweam."
"Nightmare, huh?" Kaman nodded, chin touching his teddy bear every time his head moved downwards. "Why didn't you go to your aunt Parker?"
"She couldn't wake up. Daddy says she sweeps wike the dead."
Sherlock smiled. "Ah. I see. You wanna tell me about your dream?" Kaman shook his head vigorously. "Alright then." He reached down and picked up the boy, setting him on his lap. "Do you know what dreams are?" Kaman thought for a moment then shook his head. "They're just your memories coming together and putting on a show. You understand?"
"Not weally…" said Kaman slowly.
"Well, what did you do today?"
"Um…I wode in a car over here and Mommy and Daddy dropped me off with Auntie Parker. Then she took me to the park where I fell down and hurt my knee. Then she got me ice cweam to make it feel better." Sherlock was going to say ice cream doesn't heal wounds, but decided against it. "Then I talked to Ms. Shanna, and I don't think she wikes me very much. And then Auntie Parker coloured with me and wead me stories. Then we pwayed hide 'n go seek and that's where I met you. Then Auntie Parker made me go to bed." The toddler looked up at Sherlock, expecting him to explain why he had a dream.
"Well, did your dream have anything about hide 'n go seek in it?" he asked.
Kaman nodded his head. "Yeah! How'd you know?"
"Cos that's what you did today. Did it have anything about you hurting your knee?" Kaman nodded again. "You see. It's just your memories putting on a show." A lightbulb seemed to go off above Kaman's head.
Kaman grinned. "Oh! I get it! So I dweamed about Daddy getting me ice cweam because I saw Daddy today and I got ice cweam?"
"Yep."
"Cool!"
Sherlock and Kaman continued their conversation until Sherlock didn't hear the boy's response. He looked down and saw that the three year old had fallen asleep. Sherlock was a bit confused as to what to do. He got out of the bed and walked into the living room, sitting on the couch and adjusting Kaman so they would both be comfortable.
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John walked into the living room the next morning and saw Sherlock asleep on the couch with a small boy on top of him. Needless to say, John was exceedingly bemused.
Yes, I named Kaman after Kaman from the Star Trek Next Generation episode. Fun fact: My brother was almost named Kaman but then he was named after Wesley Crusher instead. Ah, Trekkie family.
As I was saying earlier…for the play, I am none other then…
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