You Didn't Call?

by cre8iveovadose

John had right to be angry upon Sherlock's return but now that things have settled, it's Sherlock's turn to be angry. After all, without Mrs Hudson, London would fall. John's POV. Minor spoilers for 3x01. Slight AU.

Rating: K

Summary: John had right to be angry upon Sherlock's return but now that things have settled, it's Sherlock's turn to be angry. After all, without Mrs Hudson, London would fall. John's POV. Minor spoilers for 3x01. Slight AU.

Characters: John, Sherlock, Mrs Hudson

Warnings: Minor spoilers for The Empty Hearse, slight AU, OOC

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the recognisable features of this fic – except the cat. For explanation, see my other Sherlock drabble "Sherlock and the Cat".

A/N: Well, I wrote something for season 1 and something for season 2 so here's my fic for season 3. I may write more, I'm not sure. Enjoy :)

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YOU DIDN'T CALL

After the kafuffle with the bomb beneath the Houses of Parliament, Sherlock and I retreated to 221B. I forced the windows open – they'd all stuck – to let the fresh air in. Meanwhile, Sherlock stood staring at his maps and – what did he call them? Oh, his "markers".

With the breeze blowing in and Mrs Hudson making some tea downstairs, I found myself wandering about the apartment while memories filled my head.

When I reached Sherlock's room, a smile found its way onto my face as I recalled the afternoon I found him asleep with Josie. The poor cat had been most aggrieved to have to move but I couldn't very well leave her alone. And Mrs Hudson couldn't risk a tripping hazard with her hip.

I returned to the living room to find Sherlock in his chair, his legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles while Mrs Hudson poured tea.

"I was just saying it's a pity that cat of yours is all settled at Mary's," Mrs Hudson said. "Sherlock's going to be lonely up here, all by himself."

Sherlock waved a hand. "Cat, no cat, doesn't bother me."

"You sure? She doesn't actually like Mary's. I could easily bring her back."

"You could, but you won't. Sentiment."

I sighed, shook my head and sat down in my armchair. "It does feel good to be back here, though."

Sherlock narrowed his eyes, watching me with a quizzical expression. Two years away seemed to have plastered that look on his face. I loved it.

"What do you mean "back here"? You didn't visit?"

Mrs Hudson hurried into the kitchen and I struggled to find the words as I stared past him at the curtains.

"Well, I – I didn't really know what to do. I couldn't afford the rent so-"

"You didn't call?"

I looked back to Sherlock. "Did you?"

"John, it's Mrs Hudson!"

"I know, I know."

"Hurting the poor woman like that. Not that it's a particularly arduous task, to call a friend. I can't believe I thought I could trust you with it."

"Yeah, well, that's because you're an idiot." I looked to him with a sly grin.

He froze before his the corners of his thin lips curled up into a smile. "Dinner?"

I nodded. "Sure."

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A/N: So yeah, there's some corny, cheesy fluff for you :) It feels so good to have Sherlock back. I hope you enjoyed this, please let me know what you thought. Thanks for reading and have a wonderful day –Em :)