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Mouth of Babes (Sherlock)

Title: Mouth of Babes
(1st in the Sofie Series)
Author: Morgan Stuart
Fandom: Sherlock
Disclaimer: This universe does not belong to me; I'm just an appreciative visitor. I make no profit from this fan work.
Description: Several weeks after the explosion at the pool, Lestrade visits the recuperating Sherlock and John at 221B Baker Street. He brings case files and food... and a visitor in tow.
Chinese Translation: available here by freya_fsc
Historian's Note: This takes place after (and refers to) the Sherlock episode "The Great Game."




"That should be Lestrade," John said.

Sherlock continued to glare at his laptop, his fingers a blur above the keys, his body splayed out across the sofa in the awkward lines dictated by his recent injuries.

"Lestrade," John repeated. "With the files." He drew in a deep breath and released it. "The files for those cases."

Perhaps a lightning bolt of interest flashed across Sherlock's gaunt face for an instant. John wanted to believe he had seen it, but he couldn't be sure. With a death grip on his cane, the doctor began the painstaking process of levering himself to his feet. He felt every pull of the still-healing burns across his arm and shoulder and back, every complaint of re-knitting muscles and bones.

He grunted like a man twice his age, but he was on his feet and square-shouldered by the time the detective inspector had climbed the stairs and reached the doorway to the flat.

Lestrade carried a thick stack of hard-copy files tucked under one arm, and in the other he cradled a bag that smelled of curry takeaway.

"Hello, John, Sherlock. Thought you two might fancy some lunch." The older man paused at the threshold. Since the aftermath of that night at the pool, he had become a regular fixture at 221B Baker Street, unobtrusive and steadfast in his support of the recovering men. There was little need for him to wait for an invitation to enter.

"Sounds great, thanks." John said, gesturing toward the bag. "Come on in."

"I, um..." Lestrade's features showed uncertainty, shifting the familiar lines and hollows that work and weariness had drawn on his face. "I'm not alone." He darted a quick look at the furiously typing Sherlock, and then returned his attention to John. His gruff voice softened as he said, "I'd like you to meet my daughter, Sofie. Come on, Sweetheart."

From behind him appeared a little brunette girl, as delicate and grave and finely drawn as a porcelain doll. Enormous brown eyes blinked up at John.

"They're trying something new in her class, 'Take Your Daughter To Work Day.'" Lestrade offered. Then, hurriedly, "She won't be any bother."

"No, no," John said, hiding his surprise as best he could. "It's fine. I mean, it's really good to meet you, Sofie." He leaned forward, closing the distance between their heights. "I'm John."

She glowed with a smile in answer to his, and she stepped forward readily to grasp his square hand in her slender one. "Hi, John."

"This is Sherlock," John waved toward his flatmate, who nodded once sharply without looking up from his screen. "He's not at his most talkative at the moment," John added. "Don't take it personally."

"Okay. Hi, Sherlock." She seemed unperturbed at the lack of reply.

"Right," Lestrade said, releasing the word as a sigh. "Let me get this all sorted. I won’t be long, Sofie."

With a nod she stepped out of his way, drifting across the room to stand a discreet distance before Sherlock. Every line in her small body radiated alert interest.

John followed Lestrade into the kitchen.

"I cleared off the table, so you can stack the files there." Dropping his voice, he said, "I owe you one for these. It's worse, the last couple of days. Sherlock's not exactly cut out for a quiet convalescence."

Lestrade began to organize the files into stacks. "It's a favor to us, as well. None of these is up to his usual standard of excitement, but God knows I'd welcome the chance to get his thoughts on them. How about you? How are you managing?"

"Fine, thanks." At Lestrade's doubting look, he had the urge to shrug, but he caught himself in time before his body could protest. "As well as can be expected. No one heals overnight. I know that." He nodded toward the other room. "She's very sweet."

Lestrade's expression turned wistful. "She lives with her grandmother now, has ever since..." John's gaze fell on the man's wedding ring. The doctor had pieced together enough of Lestrade's history to know he had been widowed several years earlier, but the loss remained like an open wound, aching and vulnerable to the slightest touch.

"I should be grateful that she's only on the other side of London, and not the whole country. I see her every chance I get. It's not enough, though. I have to wait until I can... well.” He gestured vaguely toward his temple. “Don't want to take my work with me, you know? She deserves better."

“Speaking of deserving better,” John tried for a wry grin, hoping to take the sting from his words, “no offense, but you look like you underslept a little.”

Grimacing, Lestrade ran a hand through his silvering hair, leaving strands standing out in all directions. "She had her heart set on this. I spent half the night doing paperwork, so I could take some personal time off today. Wanted to give her a quick tour 'round the office, but get her away before new reports came in of some bloody crime scene. Can you imagine?"

They both shuddered in unison and glanced back into the main room. Sherlock frowned at his computer, still stabbing at the keys, while Sofie looked on from a polite distance, utterly silent.

“I really know how to show a girl a good time, yeah?” Lestrade said, shaking his head. His scowl erupted into a yawn.

Fondness and sympathy warred in John’s chest. “Quick coffee before you go?”

“That’d be great, thanks.”

“I’ve got it, then,” John said and hobbled toward the cupboards. Since the explosion, John often had found himself grateful for Lestrade’s company. The man helped in a number of quiet ways, but he also seemed to grasp how much John needed to do some things for himself, even if accomplishing a task took twice as long as it would with assistance.

Lestrade turned back to the stacks on the table.

"He's brooding," John said. "The files will help. He needs a distraction."

"Moriarty," Lestrade breathed.

"Every moment of every day. Like he's here in the room with us," John agreed. A sudden thought struck him like a blow. “Is it safe to have her here?”

“John, this flat is probably the safest place in all London. Whatever the Yard hasn’t thought of, you can be sure Sherlock’s brother has.” Despite his words, he frowned. “I think we can assume Moriarty’s been watching everyone who's associated with Sherlock in any way. If so, he already knows about her.” His eyes fell. “At any rate, I’ve doubled the security at her grandmother’s.”

John nodded grimly, feeling faintly sick as he measured out the coffee.

A strong hand squeezed John's good shoulder, and then Lestrade moved toward the far cupboards. "I can get this ready, if you want to eat now."

"Sure, thanks."

"She got your genes, you know," John said after a beat, almost without thinking. He felt rather than saw Lestrade's questioning expression. "She's going to be a knockout."

"That's all her mother. You should've seen her," Lestrade said, and his words sounded as if they came from half a world away. Despite the naked longing in Lestrade’s voice, the doctor couldn't help but smile to himself. Rumour had it that Lestrade was clueless about his own appeal, and everything the man said seemed to confirm this as fact.

As John reached for a mug, he heard the sound of voices. Balancing with a hand on his cane, he willed himself to be as noiseless and inconspicuous as possible, unrepentant in his eavesdropping.

"... and so that's why you're wearing pyjamas in the daytime. Because you were hurt," came the little girl's voice.

"Obviously." That was Sherlock at his most scathing.

Sofie's voice returned, dogged. "But you're getting better?"

A snort. "So I'm told."

"Was John hurt, too?"

After a pause, "Yes." Softer, "Worse than I."

"And is he getting better?"

A heartbeat, and then another. "He says he is."

John dared to back away from the coffee pot until he could make out the reflections of Sherlock and Sofie on the door of the microwave oven.

"How did you get hurt?"

An impatient, familiar huff of air. "It's complicated." After several seconds, another huff followed. "There was a criminal mastermind. With explosives. Their detonation collapsed the building on us."

The child's eyes narrowed. "The building blew up? With you and John inside?"

"Isn't that what I just said? Try to keep up."

After a moment, her words came in a low whisper. "That must've been scary."

"Well, yes." Long fingers slowed their dance on the keyboard. "It was."

John watched as she gazed at Sherlock with her wide, somber eyes.

"It was dark, and I couldn't see," Sherlock added in a subdued tone. "I couldn't move." Quieter still, "I couldn't find John."

"I think I would've cried," Sofie said.

A haughty sniff. "Yes, I think you would have done."

She remained undeterred. "I'm glad you're safe now. You seem nice."

"No," Sherlock answered, acid in his voice. "No, I don't."

She giggled.

Sherlock blinked, as if focusing his attention on her for the first time. John wanted to fold her into his arms and hug her senseless. The beautiful child actually had giggled at Sherlock, drawn him out of himself. It was the loveliest sound John had heard in ages.

"Fine. Your curly hair is very pretty, anyway," Sofie said, and she folded her arms across her chest, suddenly a miniature portrait of her father. John bit his lip to keep from laughing out loud.

Pale grey eyes pinned her in place, and then Sherlock straightened a bit, almost preening. "Do you think so?"

She answered with a vigorous nod of her head.

For a heartbeat they appeared to share a grin, almost as secret and fleeting as a thought.

Lestrade drew up at John's side, stacking the plates and silverware on the cabinet. With a finger to his lips, John retreated several steps, pulling them both back from the doorway, deeper into the kitchen. The rich aroma of coffee filled the room.

"He's said more in the last three minutes than he has in the last three days," John whispered. He leaned forward slightly, shameless to overhear the conversation, and beside him, Lestrade followed suit.

After several seconds had passed, Sherlock sighed. "What is it now?"

"How did you and John get out? After the building fell on you?" she asked. "You said you couldn't move."

The response sounded more measured this time, almost patient, at least for Sherlock. "Your father saved us. The emergency teams told him that no one could have survived the explosion, but he refused to believe them. He went into the wreckage himself to be sure. He found us in time. The others... wouldn't have."

"Oh!" Sofie's delight was clear. "I should've known that. Gran told me that's what he does: he saves people."

"Well... yes. It is."

A rustling sound followed, and John realized that Sofie was climbing up onto the sofa to sit beside his flatmate.

"He has... that is..." The words came haltingly, grudgingly, with effort. "Your father's done it five times now, if I remember correctly. Six, if you count the incident in the sewers. Which I don't."

"Hmm?"

"Saved me."

Beside John, Lestrade shifted his weight.

"Oh. He told me that you're very clever, and you always give him good ideas." A muted whimper followed a loud gasp. "And he told me not to tell you he said that."

"He's correct. I am, and I do," Sherlock replied, matter-of-factly. Then, "And I won't let on that you told."

"Thanks." The sound of typing resumed. "So you save people, too. By helping him." Just as quickly, silence fell.

"I solve mysteries. Your father saves people. There's a difference."

"Oh."

"And, like you, he asks a lot of questions. But to your credit and his, you both actually listen to the answers. That's more than I can say for most."

"Um, okay."

Once more, the sound of Sherlock’s typing began. "I have to give a report to the class about going to work with Daddy." The keystrokes halted. "He told me not to interrupt you. But I am, aren't I?"

"Yes, you are."

John scrubbed his hand across his face.

"I'm sorry."

"Your assignment is dull. Your classmates no doubt will say their parents are hardworking and dedicated, that they do important things and make the world a better place. But your classmates will be wrong. Most people accomplish nothing. Most people live lives of quiet desperation, breed more to do the same, and then die. Most people are" – Sherlock paused dramatically – "boring."

Lestrade groaned.

"At least when you say those things about your father,” Sherlock continued, “you'll be correct."

John ducked his head and closed his eyes, savoring the unexpected moment.

Then, feeling lighter than he had in weeks, the doctor moved to pour Lestrade’s coffee, pretending to ignore the detective inspector as the older man stared at the floor, blinking suspiciously bright eyes.

“If your daughter’s ever looking for babysitting work,” John said at last, as he pressed the mug into Lestrade’s hands, “please give her my number. She’s obviously good with Sherlock, and God knows he needs a minder.”

Lestrade raised the mug in a mock toast, grinning. He looked at least a decade younger than when he'd arrived.

By the time John and Lestrade had curry-laden plates ready for the sitting room, Sofie was tucked between the consulting detective and the arm of the sofa as if this were her customary perch. Both she and Sherlock were leaning forward, peering with absorbed attention at his laptop.

“... but what if it fell from a third floor window?” Sherlock asked, pointing an elegant finger at the screen.

“Well, it wouldn’t bounce. It would” – Sofie gestured animatedly with her hands as she searched for the proper word – “splat, really. Quite a lot.”

“My thoughts exactly,” Sherlock agreed.

“God help us,” Lestrade murmured to John.

Sherlock aimed a scornful look at John and Lestrade both. “About time, you two. I want tea, and Sofie wants cocoa.”


THE END

Sequel: Read the sequel: "Facing Forward."

Notes:
1. The mention of Lestrade going "into the wreckage himself" after the explosion originally was inspired by prettybirdy979's lovely work "Mobile Phones, Rubble and Shock."

2. The mention of Lestrade saving Sherlock other times in the past is a reference to this wonderful story.


Vital Stats: Originally written in March 2011.

Originally written for this prompt on sherlockbbc_fic.

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travels_in_time
Mar. 12th, 2011 10:42 pm (UTC)
I just commented on this one over at the meme! It is absolutely adorable. :D Now I kind of want them to all move in together and totally fail at raising Sofie in any kind of normal manner, but for her to turn out awesome regardless. (My kids have been marathoning Full House lately, what can I say.)
morganstuart
Mar. 13th, 2011 12:28 am (UTC)
Thank you so much for your kind words! This is so far out of my comfort zone, it's not funny. Usually, when I write a story, someone dies - or at least bleeds heavily. So I was uncomfortable every step of the way, but for some reason, I couldn't shake the idea.

I find the idea of a Sherlock-centric Full House scenario to be horribly, terrifyingly attractive. LOL! If you're going to be raised by three dads, you could do a lot worse than Lestrade, Sherlock, and John. At least you'd have your brains and your BAMFness bases covered. :)
beansidhe_baby
Mar. 12th, 2011 10:49 pm (UTC)
Sherlock and Sofie are very cute. I think Sherlock would be good with kids, they're more straightforward than adults. If you're doin' it wrong they'll generally tell you because they don't know it's not tactful.
morganstuart
Mar. 13th, 2011 12:30 am (UTC)
Thank you so much for your kind words! I think you're exactly right about Sherlock and kids, for the reasons you mentioned. And I think a child like Sofie would love the fact Sherlock talked to her just like he talked to everyone else.
sabrinaphynn
Mar. 12th, 2011 11:01 pm (UTC)
very nice. I agree that Sherlock would be pretty good with kids. Provided they were not boring.
morganstuart
Mar. 13th, 2011 12:32 am (UTC)
Thanks so much! I agree with you. A child who asked questions and actually listened to the answers, wanting to know, would be someone he found quite refreshing, I think.
med_cat
Mar. 12th, 2011 11:06 pm (UTC)
Hee hee, a charming and plausible scene! ;)
morganstuart
Mar. 13th, 2011 12:32 am (UTC)
Thank you! :)
marag
Mar. 12th, 2011 11:15 pm (UTC)
::sporfle:: Love it :) I can imagine that most kids would love Sherlock, because they would understand his blunt speech and appreciate his forthrightness.

I love the image of her as his minder. Heh.
morganstuart
Mar. 13th, 2011 12:33 am (UTC)
Thank you so much! I agree wholeheartedly about kids loving Sherlock. There's something so appealing about not being talked down to when you're a child.

I'm glad the idea of her babysitting Sherlock worked for you. :) I couldn't unthink it once I had the idea. LOL!
trillsabells
Mar. 12th, 2011 11:22 pm (UTC)
That's so adorable! So Lestrade's ability to handle Sherlock is genetic is it?
Both Sofie AND Sherlock and sweet in this. Love it.
morganstuart
Mar. 13th, 2011 12:36 am (UTC)
Aw, thank you! LOL, yes, I'd like to think she got her dad's patience and persistence genes, as well as his ability not to back down before the Sherlock Stare. :) I'm so glad you read and liked it. I appreciate your kindness!
lawless523
Mar. 12th, 2011 11:26 pm (UTC)
Cute and moving! Of course Sherlock would compliment Lestrade to someone else's face. He'd never tell Lestrade directly. OTOH, he probably realized he and John were eavesdropping.
morganstuart
Mar. 13th, 2011 12:39 am (UTC)
Aw, thank you! I'm so glad you liked it. I figured that spending several weeks brooding on their close call would lead Sherlock to think about the man who was responsible for them living another day - but, as you say, he'd never be able to thank him to his face. Sofie just gave him a convenient way to tell Lestrade without telling Lestrade, as it were. ;)
solara_karrde
Mar. 12th, 2011 11:43 pm (UTC)
D'aaaaawwwwwwwwwwww, so sweet.
morganstuart
Mar. 13th, 2011 12:39 am (UTC)
Thank you!
ana_rpm
Mar. 12th, 2011 11:48 pm (UTC)
Oh, that is so cute! I love little Sofie; so adorable. ;)
morganstuart
Mar. 13th, 2011 12:40 am (UTC)
I'm so glad you like her. Thanks for reading!
archea2
Mar. 13th, 2011 12:10 am (UTC)
I missed this one on the meme so I'm glad I can catch up with it here. It is delightful - very delicately written and I love Sofie's persistence. Like father like daughter!
morganstuart
Mar. 13th, 2011 12:41 am (UTC)
Thank you so much! I'm thrilled that you liked it. "Like father like daughter" indeed - I was hoping that came through. Of course, Sherlock would probably find it easier to say certain things *cough*thankyou*cough* to her than to the DI... ;) I appreciate your kind words!
killerweasel
Mar. 13th, 2011 12:38 am (UTC)
I absolutely adore this. :D
morganstuart
Mar. 13th, 2011 12:41 am (UTC)
Oh, I'm so glad! Thanks so much for reading and commenting. I appreciate it.
tunes84
Mar. 13th, 2011 12:46 am (UTC)
I think this is the absolute most adorable thing I've ever set eyes on! Oh my heart, this was insanely touching and beautiful and lovely and I'VE BEEN STRUCK DOWN BY ADORABLENESS!

Favorite bit:

Sherlock blinked, as if focusing his attention on her for the first time. John wanted to fold her into his arms and hug her senseless. The beautiful child actually had giggled at Sherlock, drawn him out of himself. It was the loveliest sound John had heard in ages.

GOSH, I love this! Thank you for posting!
musical_lottie
Mar. 13th, 2011 12:59 am (UTC)
This.
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ascendant_angel
Mar. 13th, 2011 12:51 am (UTC)
I love it, it's adorable.
morganstuart
Mar. 13th, 2011 01:12 am (UTC)
Thank you so much! I really appreciate it. :)
kickair8p
Mar. 13th, 2011 01:32 am (UTC)
Awwww, kawaii! :D

~
morganstuart
Mar. 13th, 2011 01:36 am (UTC)
LOL! Thank you. :)
lbmisscharlie
Mar. 13th, 2011 01:39 am (UTC)
This is beyond cute! The image of Sherlock preening at Sofie's compliments about his hair made me laugh out loud, literally. I think someone above said it too, but I like the idea of Sherlock opening up a bit, but knowing that John and Lestrade are definitely eavesdropping. That way he can let Lestrade know that he is appreciated without any messy, awkward heart-to-hearts.
morganstuart
Mar. 13th, 2011 02:46 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much! I'm so happy that this worked for you. Despite the fact he claims the body's "just transport," I suspect Sherlock has a secret (or not-so-secret) vain streak, so I guessed he'd be quite pleased that Sofie approved of his hair. ;)

I really loved the idea that Sherlock had been brooding on their close call for weeks, but never thanked Lestrade for all he'd done; Sofie provided the perfect opportunity for him to show how he valued Lestrade, without having to tell him to his face. I'm glad that this came across as convincing to you.

I really appreciate your reading and commenting. Thanks!
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batgurl10
Mar. 13th, 2011 01:59 am (UTC)
This is made of so much AWESOME!
morganstuart
Mar. 13th, 2011 02:48 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much! I'm so glad you liked it.
ladygrendel
Mar. 13th, 2011 02:25 am (UTC)
Sherlock has a new BFF!
morganstuart
Mar. 13th, 2011 02:49 pm (UTC)
LOL! Two peas in a pod, they are.
shrewreader
Mar. 13th, 2011 02:38 am (UTC)
This is utterly awesome.

Granted, I'm a sucker for kidfic.

But really, really awesome.

win!
morganstuart
Mar. 13th, 2011 02:52 pm (UTC)
Aw, thank you! I'm so glad it worked for you. I normally don't write this kind of fic - usually someone dies in my stories, or at least bleeds heavily (haha!) - so this was new territory for me, but I just couldn't shake the idea. So I'm really thrilled that you, as a kidfic person, liked it. Thanks for your kind words!
weefreethings
Mar. 13th, 2011 03:02 am (UTC)
Just fantastic!
Lestrade's spawn has tact! Any hope that she could teach it to the adults around her? >:( Need more strong female characters in the Sherlockverse, so glad to see Sofie on board.

Good to see Lestrade at his BAMFiest, but the stress of keeping his kid apart from the ugliness that he battles daily is really heart-breaking. Good old Lestrade trying to take care of the boys, and injured John trying to take care of him. Nice wake-up call for Sherlock: stop thinking about Moriarty for 10 whole minutes and remember the people around you!

Favorite line - a harmless and powerful little piece of characterization: “I really know how to show a girl a good time, yeah?” Lestrade said, shaking his head. His scowl erupted into a yawn. Total win! Will have to re-read!

LOL at the 5+1 reference to Lestrade saving Sherlock. Will you fill that one too? *Makes big eyes at you, but not as well as Sofie could: O.O*
morganstuart
Mar. 13th, 2011 03:12 pm (UTC)
Re: Just fantastic!
I'm so very tickled that you liked this! Thanks a million for your lovely comments.

Good to see Lestrade at his BAMFiest, but the stress of keeping his kid apart from the ugliness that he battles daily is really heart-breaking.

I'm so glad that came through. He's stretched really thin, and I wanted to point out that the added stress of Moriarty targeting everything around Sherlock is just one more straw on the camel's back (and one of those repercussions that Sherlock in the past hasn't factored into the situation, although that may change - we can hope!).

I'm also really glad that his care toward Sherlock and John - and John's conscientiousness right back toward him - came through, as I think this is how things would develop. Lestrade's going to be a dad, even to other grown men if he cares about them. That means protecting them, feeding them, watching out for them, even disciplining them (fake drugs bust!), if he thinks it's warranted. I believe that caring instinct would be a common bond between Lestrade and John.

I'm so thrilled you liked that line about showing a girl a good time. It's one of my favorites. :)

Haha, trust you to pick up on my 5+1 reference! That makes me ridiculously happy. And thanks for the invite to fill it, too! LOL. But that line really was a covert nod to this brilliant fic, which I think does a far better job than I ever could of handling that idea.

(Also, the reference to Lestrade going into the wreckage himself was a nod to "Mobile Phones, Rubble and Shock", in which prettybirdy979 points out that if Lestrade hadn't blundered into the rubble ahead of the emergency teams and found/talked to Sherlock, no one would've even known to be looking for John amidst the debris at all.)

Nice wake-up call for Sherlock: stop thinking about Moriarty for 10 whole minutes and remember the people around you!

Good point! I hope his warming up to BAMF!Sofie and telling her what he thinks of her father - knowing he just might *ahem* be overheard - is a step in the right direction.

I admire your characterizations so much, so your kind words mean a lot to me, especially since this fic is a real departure for me in terms of tone. Thanks again!
rusty_armour
Mar. 13th, 2011 03:34 am (UTC)
I love this story so much that I just saved it in my Sherlock hard drive collection. :-) Sofie is cute without being sickeningly sweet or precocious. I think she succeeds in drawing Sherlock out of himself because she says the kind of things an adult wouldn't. And, for all of his intelligence, Sherlock would be able to relate to a child's lack of tactfulness because of his own lack of social skills. *g*

I really like the parallels that are drawn between both Lestrades as they act as keen and sympathetic listeners for both Sherlock and John. Sofie even becomes a miniature version of her father when she crosses her arms, which is absolutely adorable. I think it's cool that John has appreciated Lestrade's support and company. And it's so touching when Sherlock acknowledges all that Lestrade has done for him, and Lestrade is visibly moved by what he hears.
morganstuart
Mar. 13th, 2011 03:19 pm (UTC)
Oh, you've made my day! Thanks so much for your kind words. I agree wholeheartedly that Sherlock would relate to children well because of their similar tactlessness. :) I'm especially thrilled that the parallels between father and daughter came through; as much as this was a set-up for a scene between Sofie and Sherlock, the piece is really about DI Lestrade himself, and what he means to these men. So I'm really pleased that her similarity to her father made sense in that context.

And it's so touching when Sherlock acknowledges all that Lestrade has done for him, and Lestrade is visibly moved by what he hears.

Yay! I'm glad this worked. I really, really wanted Lestrade - and, for that matter, John - to know Sherlock thought these things, but I knew he'd never say them to the DI's face.

I really appreciate your wonderful feedback - thank you!
quirkies
Mar. 13th, 2011 05:11 am (UTC)
Oh! This is making me smile. Love the Lestrade appreciation.
morganstuart
Mar. 13th, 2011 03:20 pm (UTC)
I'm so glad! Thank you. There can never be too much Lestrade appreciation, in my humble opinion. ;)
bulleteyes
Mar. 13th, 2011 05:21 am (UTC)
Sofie possess the qualities it takes to get through Sherlock's barriers. She is persistent, intelligent and she is unafraid of his moods (which fits since his emotional spectrum is that of a child so she would grasp this inherently without judging him). Most important is she *listens", a quality he does not find often and values highly when he does find it.

Very perceptive piece and most enjoyable to read.
morganstuart
Mar. 13th, 2011 03:32 pm (UTC)
Thank you for your wonderfully insightful comments! I'm so glad she came across as you've described; that's just how I saw her. And I agree wholeheartedly that her listening - with interest and without judgment - is her most important quality, in terms of getting through Sherlock's defenses.

I really appreciate your reading and leaving such lovely feedback. Thank you!
lucybun
Mar. 13th, 2011 06:21 am (UTC)
So well done!

“Well, it wouldn’t bounce. It would” – Sofie gestured animatedly with her hands as she searched for the proper word – “splat, really. Quite a lot.”
“My thoughts exactly,” Sherlock agreed.

I can see this scene so perfectly. I agree with the other comments about Sherlock and children having an affinity for one another. You did a wonderful job of exploring that. \o/
morganstuart
Mar. 13th, 2011 03:34 pm (UTC)
Oh, thank you so much! I'm so happy that you liked it and that it came across as a convincing portrayal of them all. This is quite a departure for me, in terms of tone, and I was far outside of my comfort zone while writing it. So I'm doubly glad to hear it worked for you! (Especially the "splat." LOL!) Thank you.
rita_blue
Mar. 13th, 2011 09:54 am (UTC)
this is just too beautiful. Love the little touches: grieving Lestrade, the worry about Moriarty, John being a 'martyr', pausing on the treshold... all the little things that make the fic. Making the coffee ;-) and god knows, Sherlock needs a minder. Or three :D
morganstuart
Mar. 13th, 2011 03:40 pm (UTC)
Your comments thrill my heart. Thank you! The things you mention (grieving Lestrade, the worry about Moriarty, etc.) were the reasons I really wanted to run with my idea, but I knew they had to remain around the periphery of the story. I'm so happy they came through. Thanks for reading and for taking time to leave such lovely feedback. :)
living_to_read
Mar. 13th, 2011 10:51 am (UTC)
wonderfully cute.
I liked it a lot. Loved both John and Lestrade and Sherlock, lestrade's daughter interaction.
I'm growing fornd of the idea of having the 3 men involved in raising the little girl. Wonder if we should postthe request as a prompt in the kink meme.
Btw thanks for the wonderful reading
morganstuart
Mar. 13th, 2011 03:42 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much! You know, now that you mention it: Sofie could do a lot worse than having Lestrade, John, and Sherlock watching out for her. :) And all three of them would benefit from having her watching out for them! I'm so happy that you enjoyed this. Thanks for your lovely comments.

BTW, I just posted the sequel here.

Edited at 2011-05-15 05:07 pm (UTC)
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