I do not own Sherlock. These will fit into a larger project but I wanted to get them up for Christmas! Thanks for reading, please review :)
Since Sherlock's fall, Mrs. Hudson and John Watson had grown to be a sort of family, pieced together from what was left without the great detective. Life had been quiet until a week earlier, when John had been the victim of a hit-and-run on the way home from buying presents. It was Christmas Eve and Mrs. Hudson had brought all John's presents to the hospital to open for him. He was stable, but asleep more often than awake, and he was completely out of it this evening, but Mrs. Hudson stayed anyway.
"What a lovely sweater from Molly and Greg! Those two are just so sweet." Mrs. Hudson folded up the green and white woolen sweater and set it at the foot of John's bed where several presents remained. "The way they stood up for Sherlock at the office was beyond amazing." In fact, Greg Lestrade and Molly Hooper had in effect run Sergeant Sally Donovan out of the country with their loud, angry, and sometimes violent defense of Sherlock's honor. Donovan had made her beliefs about the consulting detective quite clear, and continued to voice her opinions even after his death. Neither Molly or Lestrade could stand for this, and collaboratively made her life a living hell until she suddenly decided to move to Chicago.
Mrs. Hudson was opening the last card when she noticed her hands shaking. She sighed and shook her head, mumbling something to the effect of 'damn Sherlock made me old.' The card slipped out of her hands and under the closet door. She walked over and opened the closet, but as she was shuffling through the things in it, she came across a wrapped gift.
"What's this?" she said, pulling it out of the closet and shutting the door. She sat down and opened it. "It's a scarf and mittens. They're nice, cashmere I think, they look expensive. Someone must like you," Mrs. Hudson said. She looked at the tag to see who it was from. "Oh John," she said, her eyes filling with tears.
To: Sherlock
From: John
Merry Christmas.
"You just can't give up on him, can you?" she said.
"No. I can't," came John's quiet voice. Mrs. Hudson reached out to hold John's hand in her own, and they spent Christmas Eve mourning the greatest man they had ever met.
Around them snow began to fall softly, and the city came alive with softly glowing lights. And somewhere past all of it, Sherlock Holmes sat alone, missing the greatest man that he had ever known, and the only man he would ever love.