Hello! *waves excitedly* This is my first attempt at a Sherlock fic, so I hope everyone likes it. I'm sorry it's so short.
Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock. If I did it would be far less confusing and/or awesome
Sometimes Mrs Hudson felt like she was their mother. After all, she was the one who had to clear up after them, take phone calls when they were out, answer the door to clients and all manner of other sundry tasks. She had to put up with Sherlock being a total smart arse and continually observing things. And, occasionally, she ended up being beaten up or threatened 'by association'. But she didn't mind any of it. Much.
She loved those boys like they really were her sons. They were always making her smile. A case in point being on one evening when they were working late. She went upstairs to check whether they needed anything and found them both asleep on the couch, leaning against each other. They looked so peaceful that she hadn't the heart to disturb them and instead fetched a blanket and lightly put it over them.
It was as she turned to go that she noticed Sherlock looking at her. 'Thank you,' he mouthed silently.
She shook her head fondly as she descended the stairs. "Those boys of mine," she sighed.