I hope you enjoy it! There is much more fluff with little Mari than salt, but I hope this is still good. At the end there are three drawings with Babynette. If you like it, I will write the second part with a detailed investigation of Lila from Sherlock. If you want to be tagged in this fic or in all my other future fics write about it!
The mystery of proper education
Mycroft Holmes was perfect in everything.
It was an indisputable truth, a fact, and almost a law. In the end, he personifies the British Government, being a perfect benchmark for everyone was his job.
Any business he undertook was carried out at the highest level, brushed to brilliance and presented with the most sophisticated chic. There was nothing Mycroft could not handle.
...Except, perhaps, one thing ā he was a terrible nanny.
This fact was revealed to Holmes in childhood, when he was left with baby Sherlock. When Mycroft first saw the red little screeching lump, he was only about seven. There was no pinched soul of tenderness, a sudden awareness of kinship, or any other such nonsense. He looked at his younger brother with bewilderment and slight perplexity. The boy had no idea what to do with this screaming bundle.
However, Mycroft asked himself the same question even now, many years later, carrying a tiny Marinette in his arms. The chubby child, whom Holmes didn't hold very carefully by the armpits, looked at him with large blue-bell eyes, opening her small mouth, as if trying to express everything she thinks. However, whether she was able to even think at such an age was a mystery.
Ā The girl hiccuped and gleefully joyed, a thin strip of saliva flowed down her chin. Mycroft grimaced. Each time recalling how he ended up here, he wanted to strangle his sarcastic smirking brother.
The Cheng family had been familiar with the Holmes for quite some time, and mom adored inviting them to family evenings. At one of these evenings, the brothers met Sabina Cheng. She quickly liked Sherlock, sparkling with her smart eyes just like him. Boy never get tired of drawing her into troubles and all kinds of games, and she never get tired of helping him in them and listening to every rant in admiration. Over the years, they moved away, Cheng found herself in family life, and Sherlock chose to investigate people, but judging by the fact that Mycroft was now holding in his hands this thing, both actively maintained contact.
The older Holmes didn't have to wait long until his malicious brother suddenly began to talk at the Christmas dinner about Sabina's daughter and how Mycroft was definitely going to sit with her next weekend. Looking at his mother smiling happily and pulling a nervous smile in response, Mycroft vowed to destroy the petty bastard.
And now, as was said, he was left alone with this little blue-eyed monster. Of course, there was an option to call for a nanny, ā even Anthea suggested it ā but Mycroft was very responsible and carried out the work entrusted to him with all the best. Therefore, he stoically accepted the transfer of the child on his bail, despite the desire to strangle his malicious stupid brother.
Ā«SoĀ», he began in a mentor tone, looking at the little thing that pulled toward him, Ā«the first thing I will do when your parents and the nanny come back is to make them all realize how terrible my anger is. And then I'll say goodbye, and I will never see you again. Do you understand this?Ā»
The child, joyfully yelling, only puffed up a bubble and clapped her hands in response. Stretching out his arms even more, holding the baby as far away from him as possible, Holmes identified her in the arena, where he was going to leave her from the very beginning, but as soon as he moved away more than three meters, there was a cry.
Moreover, she seemed to be mocking: as soon as he took a step further she began to sob, a step closer to her and she joyfully croaked and clapped her hands.
Ā«I never agreed to become your clownĀ», the man muttered through gritted teeth.
The little tyrant completely disagreed with this, and seemed to intend to get the desired attention. Mari looked at him with tremendous eyes for several seconds, as if waiting for him to come, but realizing that her new nanny was ignoring her, screamed.
Mycroft grimaced and began to approach the girl. She instantly fell silent and began to closely monitor him. When the man came very close, Netty giggled and joyfully pulled her hands to him. Holmes couldn't resist rolling his eyes.
Leaning toward the baby's face, he clearly pronounced, sharing words.
Ā«I wonāt take you in my arms, monster.Ā»
The girl looked at him carefully, frowning at her nose, and then turned away, starting to play with the cubes. Feeling glee from victory, Mycroft was finally able to get to work. A few days ago, he decided that spending his precious time on such nonsense was simply stupid, and therefore, after weighing the pros and cons, he decided to work even in at such a difficult time so hard as possible. Therefore, having taken out several folders with the documentation from the diplomat, he settled down in his brother's chair and began reading, periodically calling up with Anthea and giving instructions.
Marinette played quietly in the arena, occasionally glancing at her nanny and becoming more upset with every second. Realizing that she was simply ignored, the girl decided to draw attention to herself.
After half an hour of work in silence, Holmes heard a methodical knock. Turning his head, the man saw how Netty calmly and with obvious pleasure hit the iron arena with a plastic cube. A fire of determination burned in her eyes, which man wanted to put out immediately. He took one cube from the girl. Second. Third. The last dice couldn't be taken ā Mari threw it directly into her nanny's face in a fierce pant. Boiling with anger, Mycroft grabbed her shoulders and hissed softly.
Ā«You will not do this. Not with me. And now immediately sit down like an obedient girl and try to fall asleep. Stop interrupting me.Ā»
The bluenette silently blinked her huge eyes in complete silence and the man had already decided that the child sympathized with him and decided to calm down. He didn't know yet how much he was mistaken.
The girlās lower lip quivered, small eyebrows moved to the bridge of her nose, and her eyes began to glisten sadly from grudges. Mari burst into tears. She howled loudly, plaintively stretching out the last note and sobbing frantically. Her face turned red, and the small hands clenched in fists, trying to hit the offender. Mycroft grimaced at a scream that seemed to even knock glass out of the windows.
Ā«Little monsterĀ», the man muttered through his teeth and, slamming the folder, rose from his seat, wanting to calm the child as soon as possible.
Time for the elder Holmes flew by imperceptibly, but very noticeably. Two hours for which it would be possible to do a lot of things, solve critical issues, were spent on futile attempts to calm a frustrated child. When she finally calmed down, sniffing, struck seven evenings, which meant the time of feeding according to the schedule given to him. Mycroft was ready to howl, trying to realize that he had been wasting almost four hours.
Ā«Marinette Dupain-ChengĀ», he turned to the child as seriously as possible, holding a spoonful of porridge in front of her, Ā«Open your mouth. Right. Now.Ā»
Mari stubbornly looked at the man, obviously not going to give up, and giggled, reaching for his spoiled jacket with her hands. Elder Holmes was pretty shabby, his hair lost its usual business look, an expensive jacket was stained with baby puree, and his face was crooked in the most suffering of all possible grimaces.
Ā«Okay, you winĀ», Mycroft closed his eyes and counted to himself to three, gathering his courage and stuffing the remnants of pride to hell, Ā«Say āaahāĀ», he held out and smiled wryly.
The girl trembled and sobbed her nose, starting to cry again.
Ā«I hate childrenĀ», breathed Holmes and hit his forehead against the countertop.
The girl was silent. A moment of blissful silence seemed to the man an eternity, for which he was ready to give all the blessings of the world. The indistinct meow from the child's side distracted him from contemplating the wood and, looking up at the girl with a tired look, asked:
Ā« Are you satisfied? I see that you are. How should I feed you? Do you like airplanes?Ā», Marinette flashed happy eyes, clapping her hands.
Mycroft sighed, thinking sadly about how he could get here.
Ā«Okay, ahemĀ», scooping up a new spoonful of porridge, Holmes took a serious look, Ā«B-2 bomber, asking for permission to land, open the hangarĀ»
Giggling and blushing joyfully, the girl opened her mouth and ate half the porridge from the spoon, letting the rest go down her chin.
Ā«And who will they grow out of you at such a pace? Destruction of the whole nation?Ā»
The man sighed and wiped her face with a napkin. The bluenette smacked her lips joyfully, smiling. Then things went a lot more fun, and Boeing F, Saab JAS 39 Gripen, Su-30MKI and many other combat vehicles were asked for permission to land. When Holmes realized that the girl had a serious love for the laws, things got even easier, especially under the recitation of the constitution.
Mycroft and Mari gradually moved to the sofa, where the man began to read the child a new bill and soon didn't notice how he fell asleep
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The flick of the camera shutter didn't disturb either the child or the humble British government. Sherlock grinned sarcastically, hiding the dirt on his brother in his coat pocket.
Sabina and Tom smiled, looking at their happily sleeping daughter. The next day, a photo came to Mycroft's phone from which he had the opportunity to examine a pretty picture: disheveled and tired, in a dream he carefully holds Marinette, drooling on his jacket. The first thought was to strangle the brother. The second thought was the idea for a new victory. And the little Dupeng-Cheng actively participated in this idea. He grinned.
Sherlock looked bored at the wall, feeling a faint irritation.
John left a couple of hours ago, drove Rosie to school, Mrs. Hudson almost imperceptibly rustled below, preparing a new batch of cakes, and new interesting crimes never appeared.
The man gave nicotine patches with a disinterested look, a pale spot standing out on his skin. With a thoughtful grunt, the man got up from his beloved chair, thinking of taking a violin, when suddenly the buzz of the phone interrupted him.
Bending his head to one side, he quickly began combing the caller.
John forgot the phone today, Mycroft was sorting out a bunch of cases that had recently surfaced, Lestrade was actively trying to hide crimes from him (which weren't even worth Sherlockās attention), Sabina said that they would have to participate in one of the Gala concerts, delivering their pastries, and she recently tried to find Marinette a nanny in that city, mom passed messages to him through his brother...
Sabina.
She said she would bring Mari for a short meeting, to talk about something with Mrs. Hudson. She was looking for a nanny due to the fact that Sherlock was going to plunge headlong into the work that day, where she strictly forbade him to take her daughter.
Apparently, it seems that the nanny canceled the plans at the last second and now woman agrees to anyone, who could take good care of her daughter.
At first she tried to call John, but apparently didn't get through, Mycroft wasn't even in the city, and Sherlock was the last hope.
He answered after the third beep.
Ā«Next time I advise you to look for three people at once, who would agree to help. No, I'm not busy. No, I will not take her to investigate the crime, I din't have one. Yes, Mrs. Hudson is at home and yes, John is at work.Ā»
After a short silence, a nervous voice rang out in the receiver.
Ā«You really won't lead her to an investigation?Ā»
Ā«Really.Ā»
Ā«Oh, thank God. Sherlock, you are a lifesavior! I will bring her in an hour. You canāt imagine how much she wanted to see you. I hope this is not a problem, itās so bad for me to leave her alone...Ā», women's tone became softer and much calmer, a sigh of relief rang out in the tube.
Ā«That's fine. We will definitely have fun.Ā»
Sherlock hung up, peeling nicotine patches with cunning smile.
Ā«After all, I never say anything about the morgue.Ā»
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Marinette has always been an interesting kid.
While almost everyone hated Holmes, considering him as an arrogant moron, it was almost impossible to find someone, who would take him for an ordinary person. Yes, he had John and Rosie and he was pleased with it, in the end, he never needed someone else's attention, only a mystery, but...
It was different.
They loved listen to his conclusions, admired his thinking, obviously enjoyed dangerous situations (Rosie totally has this genetic), but that was just that.
But Marinette?
She absorbed everything that he said, his every word, thinking, conclusion, like a sponge. She remembered his actions and carefully watched his every move, intrigued by someone interesting.
And when girl turned four, she came to visit them again, and then analyzed John with slight interest, easily describing the last three hours that he spent.
Holmes then watched her almost admiringly, learning all that he had ever shown the baby. It was his way of thinking and she happily used it. The girl proudly caught shocked looks, smiling sweetly at John, who was pale with fright, and not noticing suspiciously quiet Holmes.
She took Sherlock as an example and it was an invaluable, incomparable feeling.
The bluenette wasn't afraid of blood, listened with interest to lectures on the types of ashes, considered going to the morgue as holiday, and crimes as pies. She was stubborn, arrogant and damn smart.
And Sherlock could not deny that he involuntarily saw himself in her.
Smart, but lonely, she spent all days helping at the bakery and almost crying from boredom. Holmes will never allow himself to left her alone with this problem.
Grinning, the man shook his head, heading for the shower to wash off all the smell of nicotine. Sherlock had very little time left, he needed to get Hooper to find at least something remotely worthwhile.
He heard how Mrs. Hudson, who obviously overheard the conversation, quietly poking around in the kitchen. The woman adored Marinette and actively competed with the girlās parents in baking, inventing new recipes. Rosie admitted that she was almost jealous, but it still didn't stop the younger Watson to eat cakes with pleasure.
After leaving the shower, he changed clothes and hastened to call Molly, hoping to arrange for Netty the best detective day that could be done.
In the end, the bored baby more than deserved a good unsolved crime.
Sherlock always knew what it is when your business is taken away from you, therefore he always delimited his care of Marinette from arrogance.
When the magical terrorist, named Hawkmoth appeared in Paris, and Marinette showed up as a Ladybug, he let it go.
They had a long confrontation, screams didn't subside either on Baker Street or in the bakery in Paris, but after seeing her resolute look a week later and hearing a firm voice, he let go of it.
It was not his battle, and she already had a hunch, so he gave her her first major crime.
When Chloe attacked her and stole the work, he let it go. The bluenette was strong and cunning, she won and he was proud.
When a new girl at school called herself her best friend and lied about a relationship with him, he let it go. Marinette instantly exposed her, forcing the little fox to tighten her tail and run away for several months.
When the same girl, Lila, threatened his niece, he let it go. Marinette knew what give priority to and instantly got rid of everyone, who easily threw her away.
But when Mari was loudly and shamefully kicked out of school without the slightest evidence, research and banal verification of facts, he could not let this go.
Sherlock arrived in Paris three days later, loud and arrogant, as always, ignoring the shocked looks that cast on him.
He conducted a maximum of research, didn't sleep at night, didn't eat or drink, but dug up all the dirt, that he could find on Rossi.
The little fox, who attacked everyone whom she considered even the slightest threat, never concealed evidence, confident that her charm and lies would be enough for everyone. Unfortunately, Sherlock was immune to such nonsense, relying on facts and himself. And he was sick of Lila Rossi.
In whatever school the Italian appeared, there was a major scandal, at the end of which many of her ābulliesā suddenly tragically ended up either completely alone, afraid of every person around them, or did not endure stress and passed away.
This parody of the investigation finally convinced Holmes that all people are idiots. It took him three days to collect at twenty schools, in which a small liar ever was, such huge folders of evidence that not one of them could fit on the table. And when he, with his usual disinterested face, threw these folders in front of the nose of the Italian government, the man could not help but grin.
A resentful Marinette shouted at him from the phone, that āshe could have dealt with everything herselfā, and a fire broke out behind him out of anger and frustration.
He was Sherlock Holmes.
And he had his own ways of raising children.
