Whiskey And Sociopaths
Chapter One: A New Home
Character One: Sherlock
Character Two: Mrs Hudson
Rating: Angst
Genre: Teen
Location: Baker Street
Prompt: Whiskey
There was a knock on the door of 221B Baker Street and the lovely housekeeper by the name of Mrs Hudson answered the door. She was greeted by a boy of about nineteen and a younger boy of no more than sixteen, who was currently staring at the doorstep as though it was the most fascinating thing in the world.
"Hello, Mrs Hudson. I'm Mycroft and this is Sherlock." Introduced the older boy.
Sherlock made no response and received a clip around the head as encouragement.
"Hi. You can leave now, brother."
"Would you like another clip for your rudeness?"
"Fine. May we go inside now, dear brother?" Sherlock quipped back with a mocking tone.
"Sherlock!"
Sherlock rolled his eyes and followed Mrs Hudson up the stairs.
"And you'll be paying for Sherlock's rent I presume, Mr Holmes." Mrs Hudson smiled warmly.
"Yes, that is all taken care of, Mrs Hudson. Just so long as Sherlock behaves, otherwise I'll find a good boarding school for him."
Sherlock scoffed in return, earning another smack around the head.
"OW!"
"Behave, Sherlock!"
"Fine! Could you please show me my room, Mrs Hudson?"
"Of course, follow me, dear. Mr Holmes, why don't you go into the living room and I'll make us some tea as soon as I've sorted Sherlock here." Mrs Hudson called over her shoulder, ushering Sherlock towards his room.
"Thank you, Mrs Hudson." Mycroft replied, smiling and moving to the living room.
Mycroft took in the small, quite quaint flat and hoped that this new situation should be enough to teach his little brother how to behave better.
He was just pouring the tea into two cups when Mrs Hudson enters the room.
"Mr Holmes, you didn't have to make tea for us, I was more than happy to." Mrs Hudson scolds, good-naturedly, a little embarrassed at her lack of hospitality.
"Not a problem, Mrs Hudson. After all, you will be taking care of my brother so this might be the first decent cup of tea you might have."
"Oh, I'm sure that's not true."
"I've lived with Sherlock for fourteen years and his social skills are … lacking, to put it politely."
"Oh, he's a teen, they're not very social at the best of times but he's just lost his mother so it's understandable."
"I believe my brother is using mummy's death as an excuse to act up. He was never attached to anyone or anything, let alone his mother. Ever since father left Sherlock has been … a troubled child, at best. And at worst, well, I hope you don't have to find out. Mrs Hudson, do you have any whiskey in the flat?"
"Oh, I'm not sure, dear. I don't think so, not for a long time, in fact, not since my husband was here. He liked it but I never cared for it really. Not unless the weather was cold and I liked to warm myself up. Why do you ask?"
"My brother has taken to drinking and his poison of choice is whiskey but you weren't to know so I wouldn't worry."
"Oh, poor boy."
Mycroft scoffed uncharacteristically causing Mrs Hudson to glare at him before changing it back to its neutral expression.
"If you don't mind me asking, when is the funeral?"
"Next week, that is why I've brought Sherlock here, there's a lot of planning to be done and I can't have Sherlock's habits' getting in the way."
"Of course, and I will take care of him until then, Mr Holmes."
"I have every faith in you, Mrs Hudson. Now, apologies but I must leave."
"Of course, I'll see you out then."
"Mrs Hudson, there's really no need."
"I will see you out, Mr Holmes, a good landlady does so." Mrs Hudson replied impatiently.
"As you wish, Mrs Hudson."
"Thank you."
"Goodbye, Sherlock. I'll be back soon."
There was no reply from the teenager so Mycroft just continued down the stairs, safe in the knowledge that Sherlock would be well taken care of.
"Farewell, Mrs Hudson."
"Goodbye, Mr Holmes."