A/N Just a short drabble on Mrs Hudson's motherly feelings toward Sherlock.

R&R If you wouldn't mind.


I never stopped.

Mrs. Hudson's POV


Even when your outrageously dangerous habits and experiments interrupt life so abruptly they once tore a hole straight through the dining room carpet.

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Even when you are so involved in your latest case that you don't have even one thought for your own safety, leaving me to worry at the window, wondering when you would be home, and in how many pieces.

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Even when you offend most of whom you meet with your absolute lack of social etiquette.

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Even when you give the poor housemaids an awful fright when they come to change the bed clothes and they find you, handcuffed to the bed, with only a small pillow to preserve your dignity.

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Even when you insist on drinking that awful 7% concoction of yours, rather than the safer house wine from the local restaurant, each time rediscovering the consequences.

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Even though you fall for Miss Adler's tricks every time!

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Even though, with all your deductive powers, you never once guessed at how much I really care for your welfare.

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Even though you almost killed that poor dog on numerous occasions!

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Even when you call me a deceptive old Nanny, and accuse me of trying to poison your tea at every opportunity.

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And especially when that sweet doctor left you, to marry that woman and you sulked for three months flat, a life-threatening condition when afflicting a certain young detective.

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Even through everything

I never stopped caring for you,

Sherlock Holmes.

You are the son i never had.


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