Hello! I've had the idea for a Mrs Hudson story for a while now, so here is chapter 1. There are going to be feels in this story, I'm warning you. Very deep Johnlock feels may come into it, not 100% sure yet. Please let me know what you think!
Chapter 1
It was an ordinary afternoon at 221B Baker Street, John Watson had settled down in his armchair with the newspaper and a hot cup of tea, while his flat mate and colleague Sherlock Holmes sat at the kitchen table, peering into a microscope at some samples he'd been experimenting with. It had been a slow month for the pair, no exciting cases or running around the streets of London chasing bad guys, a lack of stimulation that had the pair both feeling a bit on edge and bored. John had hidden the gun from Sherlock, so that the wall didn't have to suffer his spontaneous bouts of boredom driven insanity, so Sherlock had picked up some of his old experiments that he'd never got the time to finish, giving John some peace and quiet for the day. John knew that it would not be long however, before he'd have to stop Sherlock from doing something else 'recreational' to cure his boredom. He hoped that his experiments could at least entertain him for the rest of the afternoon. He was soon to be disappointed.
'Bored!' Sherlock moaned loudly form the table.
John sighed. 'Why don't you read a book or something?' John suggested. He heard Sherlock snort in annoyance at Johns question.
'Boring.'
'You could clean up?'
Another snort. 'As if John, that's what I have you and Mrs Hudson for.' He retorted.
John put his newspaper in his lap and folded it over and looked straight at Sherlock.
'Im not your bloody house keeper and neither is Mrs Hudson.' He said.
As if on cue, John heard Mrs Hudson coming up the stairs to their apartment.
'Sherlock!' She yelled as she walked into the room. Sherlock didn't move from his microscope.
'Afternoon Mrs Hudson, would you like a cup of tea?' John asked politely.
'No thank you dear. Sherlock did you take my glasses?' She asked.
Sherlock stopped what he was doing and slowly turned to look at Mrs Hudson.
'Why would you assume that I would take your glasses?' He said calmly, but John could tell from his tone, that he was just as confused about the question as he was.
' I don't know Sherlock probably for one of your little experiments, I never know what you two have got going on up here.' She said. John noticed that she looked flustered, she must have been searching for them for quite a while. Sherlock stood from his chair and walked over to her. He was much taller than she was and looked intimidating as he stood before her, scowling. He reached into her waist pocket and pulled out a pair of reading glasses, holding them up in front of her.
'These glasses?' He asked quizzically.
Mrs Hudson giggled. John raised his eyebrows. Sherlock cocked his head slightly.
'Oh what a bother there they are! Thank you for finding them Sherlock, you're such a good boy.' She said smiling up at him, before she turned and began to walk out of the room. Sherlock was still holding up the glasses. John looked at him, Sherlock looked at John, his brow furrowed.
'Mrs Hudson.' He said simply, his voice a low grumble.
She stopped in her tracks and turned around embarrassed. Sherlock walked over to her, picked up her hands and put the glasses in them. Mrs Hudson laughed in embarrassment, then leaned up and pecked Sherlock's cheek before walking back out the door.
'What would I do without my boys?' She said as she headed down the stairs.
Sherlock continued to stand there in disbelief for a few minutes, looking down the stairs where Mrs Hudson had gone. He eventually turned around and walked over to his couch and flopped down on, perching his hands to his lips as he did so. John had already returned to his newspaper and tea, but Sherlock was troubled by Mrs Hudson's odd behaviour. It was completely out of character for her. Sherlock was worried and wanted to ask Johns opinion as a doctor, but wanted to try and deduce for himself first before asking for help, he was much too proud to let John know he was worrying about something which could be considered trivial, but it was Mrs. Hudson, one of the few people that Sherlock held in high regards and cared for, in his own way.
John could tell Sherlock was thinking about Mrs. Hudson's behaviour and wouldn't talk about it unless he did, so he bought the subject up to try and settle Sherlock down before he got stressed and took it out on something valuable. John's favourite jumper was still a mouldy green colour, even after washing it a million times. Sherlock had decided to test some chemicals on it while John was out getting some groceries, after a stressful conversation Sherlock had recently had with his brother Mycroft.
'That was odd for her, wasn't it?' He said, breaking the silence.
Sherlock mumbled in agreement.
'Maybe we should invite her up for dinner tonight, make sure she's okay.' He suggested. Sherlock shot up at this suggestion and headed down the stairs. John smiled. Sherlock usually tried extremely hard to hide his feelings from him and constantly insisted that emotion and attachments are a waste of time and energy, but when it came to Mrs Hudson Sherlock made it obvious in his own ways how much he cared for his landlady.
Thanks for reading, if you could leave me a comment and let me know what you think that would be lovely :) xo