A/N: Hello, readers! If you haven't read my other story, Saving Him, you probably should before reading this. It will lead into this story fairly nicely and you'll get some background. Anyways, this story is going to be a series of short stories about John and Sherlock coming out to the public (you probably read that in the summary so why am I even saying that?). This one is about (spoiler alert!) Mrs. Hudson. Enjoy!

"John?!" Footsteps signaled his boyfriend's arrival in the kitchen. "John, I feel so awful."

"What? Why?" John's voice was careful and concerned.

"My stomach...is about to explode!" Sherlock jabbed at the pain in his abdomen. It wasn't pain-no, discomfort. Discomfort of disproportionate levels.

"Um...any other symptoms?" John was used to Sherlock overdramatizing illness. Still, he had to worry.

"My head is also going to explode! And there is mucus coming from my nostrils." Sherlock was particularly annoyed by this fact. It was a hinderance, and he was constantly sniffling and breathing through his mouth, which was dangerous for experiments. John sighed.

"Let me take your temperature, alright?" Sherlock nodded and John left to get a thermometer. When he came back, Sherlock had wrapped a paper towel around his head ninja-style.

"What are you wearing on your head?"

"It helps the pain. Take my temperature." John stuck the thermometer in Sherlock's ear and wasn't surprised by the result.

"Hundred and two. Go to bed, mister." Sherlock protested.

"I have to stay out here. My-my experiment." John shook his head.

"Go to bed. I'll make soup or something. And do we have any meds for this?" Sherlock looked confused as he walked to his bedroom.

"Medication? We don't have any medical things. I thought you would have gotten some."

"Nope. I'll go to the store. Need anything?"

"A bucket, in case. My phone. Your laptop. Tissues. Food," Sherlock listed out. John walked out of the bedroom.

"I'm getting tissues, your phone, and a bucket."

John came back from the store to find that Mrs. Hudson was in the kitchen, making soup. He immediately protested, but Mrs. Hudson told him off. "I know, I know, I'm only your landlady, but I felt so bad for Sherlock. He was hungry and you didn't get him anything to eat," she scolded.

"How was I supposed to know he hasn't eaten in a few days?"

"Two," Sherlock called from the bedroom. John rolled his eyes.

"Sorry about that. Thanks so much for making the soup." Mrs. Hudson nodded.

"Oh, and may I use your loo? The one downstairs is clogged." John nodded and took the medication out of the bag slowly, along with some fruit and antibiotics. He walked into Sherlock's bedroom, meds in hand.

"How are you doing?" Sherlock was curled up in a tent of blankets, with his phone in his hand and a tissue box in the other. He looked cute, like a little kid.

"Sick."

"Yeah, yeah, well I got you some fever medicine and cough syrup. And some antibiotics."

"I don't want to take them," Sherlock said. Surprised, John protested.

"You want to get better, right?"

"Not particularly."

"God, Sherlock, I'm not your mother and you won't have to go to school tomorrow. You'll be able to do your experiments and solve crimes and things. Just take it."

"It'll taste bad though! And I'm fine here, in bed. It's comfy," Sherlock explained. John sighed with frustration.

"Just take the syrup! Do you want a reward, am I gonna have to bribe you so you'll take it?" John, caught up in his anger, didn't notice what Sherlock was doing until he pulled him in for a kiss. John kissed him back, pushing him back into bed, and they held there with their lips pressed together for a while until Sherlock broke and grabbed the cup of cough syrup. He was about to take a sip when...

"I knew it," came Mrs. Hudson's voice from the doorway. John swiveled and saw her there, leaning against the wall. She was smirking.

"I'm-Mrs. Hudson." Sherlock's voice took on a formal, protective tone as he sat up in bed and laid against the pillow, upright, and blushed brightly.

"It's fine, it's fine, I just didn't expect to walk in on you two snogging. I mean, I thought it would happen, but I never expected it," she said casually. John, shaking and embarrassed, started measuring out medicine and clearing away tissues and food scraps.

"We're very sorry, Mrs. Hudson. I'll-I'll go," John stuttered, futilely attempting to leave.

"John, we need to talk with Mrs. Hudson about how we're going to do this," Sherlock said seriously. "I'm very embarrassed, Mrs. Hudson, but I feel we were going to tell you anyway." John shook his head and turned, readying himself to face Mrs. Hudson. "

It's really okay, boys. I just hope this wasn't going on when Mary and John were married." The two men shook their heads quickly. "How long has this been going on?" Quickly, Sherlock answered, to keep John from saying anything stupid.

"We just yesterday realized our feelings for each other, honestly. Thank you for being so accepting."

"Sherlock Holmes, did you just thank me?" Mrs. Hudson smiled. "John's doing good things to you." John stood there uncomfortably as Sherlock and Mrs. Hudson bantered. Eventually, she left and the lovers stood there awkwardly.

"'Thank you for being so accepting,'" John mimicked. They both chuckled.

John was glad, eventually, for this encounter. Although it had been awkward and uncomfortable, Mrs. Hudson had been accepting and they hadn't had to keep it a secret from her any longer. They were both embarrassed, sure, but they could live their full lives now with Mrs. Hudson around them. (Well, maybe not their full lives. But that's another story altogether.)

Thanks for reading! This was fun to write honestly. I always figured Mrs. Hudson was a Johnlock shipper...I mean, come on. Having those two men living up the stairs would be so frustrating. You know, before she saw them snogging. So yeah. PLEASE REVIEW! I love reviews so friggin' much. Well, bye y'all.

Sarah