A/N: Look who's back! ASTRAAA :D
Yep I am alive, and unfortunately this is NOT an update for any of my other stories. I shall give you a quick story. I watched Sherlock Holmes.
The End
Yep, that's all it took. RDJ to speak in a British accent. Yep.
Mrs. Hudson smiled, sitting in a chair in the kitchen, sipping a cup of tea. It was a quiet evening for London, the streets were full of carriages and people coming home from work, the sun was still in the sky, showing that even as the clocks moved to seven PM, the sun was still out. Springtime was always a lovely time for London. The flowers were blooming, the trees were gaining their leaves, of course Mrs. Hudson could do without all the rain. She imagined a lot of people could, but London was her home, she wouldn't change it for a thing.
She was halfway through with making dinner, the chicken was sitting near the stove, keeping warm, the bread was sliced and in a basket. The candles in the dining room were lit; all that was left now was for the dessert. She was making cookies; all the ingredients were out, all she needed now was a bowl. She walked over to the cabinet and reached in when…
BANG!
Mrs. Hudson nearly dropped the bowl she was taking from the cabinet in the kitchen as the gunshot went off. She put the porcelain bowl on the counter and marched out of the kitchen to see Watson enter the room, taking his hat off. "Ohhh Dr. Watson thank goodness you're back! He's been shooting that damn gun again."
"Oh he just needs another case is all; I'll go talk to him." Watson quickly climbed the stairs, hat and coat still in hand, and he entered Sherlock Holmes' room. She sighed and started her walk back to the kitchen when she heard another knock at the door. She turned around and opened it up.
"Welcome to Apartment building 221 may I…Oh!" On the other side of the door stood a girl no taller than she, her dark brown hair up in a neat bun, with little wisps of hair falling out of the bun and hanging on her neck. In her hair there was a small headband of silver leaves sitting near the base of the bun. Her hazel eyes were smiling, matching the smile she had on her painted lips. The young woman wore a chocolate brown gown with a black jacket. There was slight silver embroidery around the collar and sleeves of the dress as well as the jacket.
"Hello Mother, may I come in?" The young woman smiled as Mrs. Hudson quickly moved out of the way.
"Oh my dear Adelaide. Welcome home love!" Mrs. Hudson grabbed her daughter's cheeks and kissed her forehead. Adelaide laughed and wrapped her arms around her mother's frame. "Why are you home? Your letters told me everything was fine." Adelaide took off her coat and handed it to her mother, walking further into the room.
"Oh Mother, it was… I had to come home Mother… You remember George?" Adelaide looked down over her shoulder slightly, not fully turning to look at her.
"Of course I do love, my was he a handsome lad, and he was crazy for you." Mrs. Hudson laughed softly, then looked up to her daughter's face and saw her arms wrapped around her frame. "Adelaide?"
Watson looked into the room and sighed, "You know Holmes when I left I thought you'd be happy to be free of my hair?"
"Watson you know as well as I do that I'm never happy when my mind isn't busy." Holmes prepared to fire again but Watson grabbed the gun and looked at it.
"Holmes you need a new case." The doctor put the gun on the table and Holmes stood up from his chair. "Now may I see your mail?"
"Be my guest." Watson grabbed the mail and started going through it. Holmes walked over to the window and looked outside; he noticed a carriage waiting outside the front door. The wheels were covered in dirt and mud as well as the horses and the driver, meaning they came here from a long distance. The driver was waiting for somebody, as he wasn't in a hurry to leave. The way the carriage looked from the inside, from what Holmes could see, meant the owner was well off but judging from the minor rips and tears meant that they weren't that well off to get it repaired quickly. "Watson did you take a carriage here after your house call?"
"No I walked, why?" He opened one letter and quickly looked over it. "Lady Whinstone has lost her pearl earrings and diamond necklace."
"Her husband gave them to his mistress; I'm going to go downstairs to see this carriage."
"Let me come with you, Mrs. Hudson will bite your head off if she sees you." Watson put his hat back on and saw Holmes already out of the room. Watson sighed and quickly followed. Holmes was halfway to the door when his head turned to the right. Watson followed his gaze and saw Mrs. Hudson talking to a young lady. The younger woman looked upset.
Holmes studied the woman; he looked at her face and noticed that she had lines on her forehead and near her eyes. They were shallow, looked very recent. Her eyes were red, which was a sign that she was either crying or was crying. Her makeup was smeared from her tears and she looked at Mrs. Hudson like she wanted help. Mrs. Hudson wrapped her arms around the girl and Holmes deduced that she must have been a relative. "Are you going to introduce us, Nanny?"
"Forgive me," Mrs. Hudson said, a hint of sarcasm, "Dr. Watson, Mr. Holmes; this is my youngest daughter, Adelaide." Watson felt his eyebrows shoot up and Holmes didn't look surprised, his deductions being correct. "What? Didn't think I had children?"
"You never said anything and they never visit." Watson said, walking down the stairs to stand next to Sherlock. Adelaide wiped her eyes with her handkerchief and sniffed.
"My eldest son Henry lives in America and my other son Edward lives in India. Edward is unmarried and Henry has two children of his own with his wife Victoria. He met her in America. Dear if you'll excuse me I was making dinner for Mr. Holmes and Dr. Watson." Mrs. Hudson left the room and walked back into the kitchen. Adelaide looked up at the boys and smiled.
"Hello, a pleasure to meet you both." She walked over to them and smiled. Watson took her hand and kissed her knuckles.
"The pleasure is mine Miss Hudson."
"Actually it's Mrs. Dawson, I was married but…unfortunately my husband died and left our business to his brother." Adelaide kept her voice from cracking but Holmes looked at her. Adelaide rose an eyebrow but it fell down again after Holmes walked over and took her hand in his, kissing her knuckles.
"A pleasure, Mrs. Dawson." Holmes straightened and noticed that the girl was only a few inches shorter than him. From the sound of her footfall earlier she was wearing a short heel under her many dress folds. "You're a bookstore owner."
"Was, Mr. Holmes."
"Ah, yes, of course. But you also play an instrument, the flute. The way you breathe and hold yourself shows you perform in front of people." Adelaide nodded, eyes shining, tears maybe.
"I preformed for the children during story time. My husband used to read to them while I played music for the story."
"But you didn't take it with you or if you did it's in your carriage outside. You keep eyeing the horses outside the windows." Adelaide realized she was staring out at the carriage and felt her cheeks grow red.
"Don't be embarrassed Mrs. Dawson, Holmes has that effect on people, he notices the little things. Shall we continue this conversation in the dining room?" Watson suggested, walking over to them. Adelaide nodded and Sherlock smiled.
"Splendid idea Watson." Holmes started for the dining room but Watson put his cane out in front of his friend.
"Wash first, Holmes, we have a guest this evening and I doubt Mrs. Dawson wants to smell your stench all night." Holmes' eyebrows narrowed slightly.
"If she hasn't complained now she won't complain during dinner, Watson."
"Holmes."
They glared at each other for a few seconds before Holmes nodded once "I shall see you both at dinner then." He quickly marched up the stairs and the door to his room closed with a loud thud. Adelaide jumped at the noise and looked at Watson.
"Well, Mr. Holmes certainly has a…unique quality to him, doesn't he?" Adelaide asked. Watson nodded, chuckling.
"Unique doesn't begin to describe him Mrs. Dawson. May I escort you to the dining room?" Watson held out his arm and Adelaide took it, smiling.
"Of course, Dr. Watson. Maybe later tonight I can repay you since you've been so kind to me."
"No need madam, how long do you plan on staying?" Watson asked, walking into the dining room. Adelaide looked around and saw that the room was a nice red color, with dark wood and a beautiful ornate carpet. Above the table was a gold chandelier, while not as grand as the ones at Buckingham Palace, it was still a charming addition to the room. "Mrs. Dawson?"
"Oh! Sorry, I plan on staying for a few weeks. Since my brother-in-law now owns my bookshop, I'm thinking about starting one near my old home." Watson pulled a chair out for Adelaide and she sat down, thanking him with a nod.
"Your old home? Where did you grow up?" Adelaide giggled and put her finger on the dining room table.
"Right here, before the apartments my father owned this house and we only rented two room, 221A and 221B. My father ran the apartments while my mother tended to the tenants needs. Seems that things haven't changed much except for the fact that Sherlock Holmes has started renting from here, how is Mother?"
"Surviving, Holmes likes to keep her on her toes." At that moment Mrs. Hudson came in with the chicken and set it in front of Watson, who sat at one end of the six person table. Adelaide sat at Watson's left. Adelaide started to stand.
"I'll help you Mother." Mrs. Hudson brought in the mashed potatoes and shook her head.
"Oh no dear, you just sit down and relax after your long carriage ride, I'm sure you're exhausted." Adelaide smiled a bit and sat back down, sliding her chair closer to the table. As Mrs. Hudson brought out more food Sherlock walked into the room, wearing a clean white shirt, a black waistcoat, and black trousers. Around one arm was a scarf it looked like. He sat down at the other end of the table across from Watson. "Eat up dears while it's still warm."
"Is it poisoned, Nanny?" Adelaide's mouth dropped open slightly but Watson patted her hand.
"He asks this often, Mrs. Dawson, don't worry. He's just gotten a bit wary since she delivers his tea and lunches to him." He leaned in closer to her ear and Adelaide bent to hear him, wincing a bit at the corset she was wearing. "That and once he passed out after drinking her tea. He didn't wake up for two days."
"Mother!"
"Oh dear calm down. I did no such thing." Mrs. Dawson sat across from Adelaide, since Watson asked her to join them since her daughter was here. "That and I would never poison all of you. It would get boring around here if Mr. Holmes decided to become a murder mystery himself." Watson chuckled and carved the chicken, passing the plates down the table as he filled them with the meat. Adelaide giggled a bit and put some vegetables on her plate.
"So, Mrs. Dawson, do you have any children?" Watson asked, piling potatoes onto his plate.
"Of course not, her figure is in too good of shape." Holmes said, grabbing two slices of bread before passing it to Adelaide, who put one on her plate.
"I'm afraid Mr. Holmes is right, I have no children. My husband and I could never seem to conceive. At least Father's line will continue in America with Henry." Mrs. Dawson nodded once and put a piece of food in her mouth. Watson stood up from the table and walked over to a bar in the room. He opened up a bottle of wine and poured a glass for himself, Holmes and Adelaide. "What about either of you? Are you married?"
"Watson isn't married and neither am I. We have no intentions on doing so, either."
"Speak for yourself Holmes."
THE END! Not really, end of chapter 1
Yea I couldn't figure out how to continue from that point, dinners in my opinion are hard to write. Don't worry we'll get to the action soon enough, I promise.