Author's Note: This story was born as my little sister and I were washing the dishes and cleaning the kitchen together. We were talking about Sherlock, (the show, not the character) and then we both burst into song, just making up a parody of "Let It Go" from Frozen, only Sherlock-themed. And this was the the gist of the story in the song. So I wrote it out so it would read easier. ;) Hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: Brealy is mine. No one else is. I don't own Jurassic Park, either.

John wasn't sure what had woken him. The flat was quiet and dark; Mary dozed on beside him. Everything seemed in place. His wife's breathing, deep and steady, was all that could be heard. John's eyes drooped and he shifted his shoulder against the pillows, lulled by the reassuring sound.

Another sound had him fully awake, and he started when Mary jumped and let out a squeak of alarm. His heart rate slowed considerably when he heard a quiet "Mommy?" from the other side of the bed.

"Oh! Brealy! What's the matter, honey? You scared Mummy."

"I had a bad, scary dream…and I wanted Daddy."

"Told you we shouldn't have let her watch Jurassic Park yet," John muttered, scrubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands.

"Did not, you said she'd love it," Mary returned, quietly. Then, "Daddy's on the other side, darling, just climb up."

John moved over and made room for his three year old daughter as she scrambled up onto the bed and snuggled her head under his chin. He felt her trembling, and she breathed like she was trying not to cry still. He put an arm around her.

"Tell me what you dreamed. Makes it better."

"I dreamed that we couldn't find Mummy. And you and Unca…Unca Sherlock went to save Mummy from bad-guys. And the bad-guys got you. And Unca Sherlock was mad and went to chase the bad-guys and left me all by myself."

John was silent as she dissolved into whispered sobs. This was much scarier than a bad dream brought on by Jurassic Park. This was a nightmare. He hugged his daughter close.

"You know something, Brealy? Daddy used to have scary dreams, too."

She sniffed.

"You did? But you're so brave."

"That doesn't mean I don't get scared. Just means I do what I have to do. But you know what? I don't have bad dreams anymore. Can you guess why?"

"'Cause you growed too big for 'em?"

He grinned.

"No. Your uncle Sherlock. He was always there to be my friend. And Daddy and Mummy will always be here for you when you have a bad dream. But guess what?"

"What?"

"Uncle Sherlock would never leave you alone. He promised."

"He did?"

"Yep. Before you were born he made a vow. That means a really big promise. He said he would always be here for us. For me, and for Mummy, and for you, Brealy. If you ever need help, Sherlock will be there. It's just a bad dream. Everything's okay. Mummy's here, and Daddy's safe, and Sherlock promised to look out for you. We're the three people who love you most in the whole world, and we won't let anything happen to you. Okay?"

"Okay…" Brealy's voice was drowsy and slurred. "Daddy?"

"Mm?"

"I wanna make a vow."

"Yeah?"

"I wanna vow to love you, and Mummy, and Unca Sherlock for ever and ever."

John squeezed her close to his chest.

"That's a good, vow, Bree. That's a very good one."

THE END

Author's Note: So what did you think, guys? Was it worthy of any "aaaawwwwww"? ;) Looking forward to hearing from you! And I'm sorry so many of my stories seem to be kid-themed; I'm the eldest of seven kids and a nanny to boot, so I guess it's kind of my life. Little kids are so funny and beautiful and precious. They're the best.