What about tiny baby Jawn getting stung by a bee, because he was trying to pick it up to show Da’? He knows how much Da’ likes bees. 🐝

Sadie: You guys sure love some little Jawn! Poor Sher’yock would be jealous! :p

Jawn was the luckiest little boy in the world. At least he felt that way, when he had the great fortune to notice when the biggest, fattest, fluffiest-looking bumblebee that he’d ever seen slowly buzz through Nana’s open window, land on one of the prettiest red blooms in the flower box sitting on the sill, and begin to fill it’s little leg bags with bright yellow pollen.

He had to show Da’; he would think it was brilliant!

“Da’!” Jawn looked over his shoulder, where Sherlock was on his knees in front of Nana’s refrigerator, attempting to fix the ‘blasted motor’ while Nana herself stood behind his shoulder, tutting over everything. “Come see!” he chattered. “DA’!!!”

“Give me a moment, Jawn,” Sherlock replied without turning around, in the funny-sounding way he did when he was mad, but didn’t want anyone to know it.

‘Cept Jawn knew it. Well…most of the time he did.

Nana was nicer. “He’s almost done,sweetheart,” she said, looking back at Jawn with a smile. “Then you can help Nana bake up some biscuits, yes?”

Jawn pouted and turned back to the flower box, where his new, pudgy little friend was still sitting and rubbing itself. Herself. Jawn remembered Da’ saying something about how all the bees they ever saw were s’posed to be girls. That was prob’ly why they liked flowers so much.

The little bee buzzed her wings, and for a second, Jawn became afraid that she would take off and fly away before Da’ could ever see her!…but no, she didn’t. She only walked to another spot and started rubbing herself again.

Jawn blew out a breath between his lips; that had been close. It would be so sad if Da’ missed seeing the prettiest bee in the world just because he was busy, and it would probl’y make him even grumpier than he already was.

Well,if Da’ wouldn’t come see her…Jawn would just have to take her to see Da’.

He reached out slowly so he wouldn’t scare her off, then cupped his hands around the bottom of the flower, closed them together, and lifted until he felt the bloom pop free from the stem.

He felt her wings brushing the palm of his hand, making him giggle, and he turned around to hurry and show off his little living treasure.

Jawn was halfway to the kitchen when he stopped. And by ‘stopped’, everything stopped; Jawn stopped, Jawn’s giggling stopped, the tickly feeling of the bee’s wings stopped…

…because Jawn felt her stinger stabbing directly in the center of his left palm.

Jawn cried out and flung his hands apart, dropping both the flower and his bee to the ground, where it stumbled around drunkenly on the carpet, wings beating furiously. Jawn sank to the ground as well, howling and clutching his hand as deep, ugly burning sensation spread from his palm out to his fingers.

Before he knew it, both Nana and his Da’ were thereat his side, hovering over him and asking him all sorts of questions that he couldn’t hear, nor did he care about when his hand hurt SO bad! All he could do was clutch it and cry while Da’ sat in a chair and scooped Jawn up into his lap, and Nana tried to pry his hand open.

It was no simple feat, but between the two of them, they finally managed to get Jawn’s chubby little fingers outstretched. “Is that a thorn?” she asked Sherlock over the wailing.

Sherlock brought Jawn’s hand close and narrowed his eyes…”No, that’s not a thorn,” he said finally and, with Nana helping hold Jawn still, scraped the thick stinger out of the little boy’s hand with his thumbnail.”Bring me some ice, please?”

Nana scurried off, worrying and fretting, and Sherlock cuddled Jawn close. “What were you doing catching a bee for, little man?” he asked, rubbing his thumb in a circle around Jawn’s palm while applying gentle pressure.

“Sh-sh-show, sh-show y-you,” Jawn stammered in between deep, hitching sobs. 

“Oh, love…” Sherlock sighed. He’d noticed the discarded flower now, and just a few inches away, the still body of the now-dead bee. He turned Jawn away, and used his foot to push them both aside, out of sight; now was not the time to remind the little doctor what happened to bees that had to use their stingers. “It was an accident,” he shushed. “You both gave each other a scare, that’s all.”

Nana came back with a small bag of ice and a hand towel and soon, with two people fussing and kissing over him, the worst of the tears abated, and all that was left was a snuffly little boy with a slightly swollen hand. “Didn’ mean’a scare her,” he sniffed.

Sherlock lifted Jawn’s ice-wrapped hand to his lips, and kissed the heel of it. “I know. But that’s why it’s best to leave them alone when you come across them, darling…they don’t always know what you’re intending to do with them.”

“Y’yeah,” Jawn answered, and held his hand up for more.

Sherlock chuckled and obliged, kissing  the knuckles of each one of Jawn’s fingers. “Leave the bee-hunting to Da’ from now on, hm?”

Jawn nodded quickly. He was in no hurry to make the acquaintance of any more bees for a good, long while.

“Poor love!” Nana cooed, and brushed the hair back out of his eyes
and cupped his cheek. “What else can we do?” she asked Sherlock. “Doesn’t it say somewhere tobacco is supposed to help?”

“That’s an old wives tale. Ice is fine.”

“Are you sure–”

“I’m not sacrificing a cigarette for a placebo.”

Nana huffed; that answer was far from satisfactory, as far as when it came to one of her special boys being hurt. “What would make you feel better, sweetheart?”

Jawn thought for a moment; “…Biscuits?” he ventured.

“Oh, yes!” Nana clapped her hands together cheerfully; that, she could do! “You still want to help Nana make them?”

Jawn settled back
against his Da’; he didn’t feel up to doing much of anything right now.
Well, almost anything. “I help when done.”

“When they’re done?…” Nana puzzled.

Jawn nodded. “I help eat them.”

Sherlock snorted of the sound of Nana’s giggling, and muttered something that Jawn didn’t quite catch about making ‘something else’ sting.