Hey guys, thank you for your kind reviews on my last chapter! I am sorry that this one is a bit short, but I need to do a bit of research before I get too deep into this one. Please enjoy and tell me what you think! :)
Chapter 2
The three of them sat around the table after finishing their dinner of roast beef and vegetables, John had been surprised that Sherlock had eaten, and assumed he'd only done so to avoid Mrs Hudson fussing over him. It had been a good evening, but John was still feeling a bit concerned about Mrs Hudson. Multiple times throughout the night she had stopped midway through a sentence, completely forgetting what she was talking about. Sherlock had looked to John in confusion, but he didn't want Mrs Hudson to be embarrassed, so he would tentatively change the subject. After a cup of tea, Mrs Hudson gave both her boys a hug and headed downstairs to bed. John wanted to relax bit before bed, as he had work the next morning. Sherlock sat with him in the lounge, staring at John's laptop screen.
"John.' Sherlock broke the silence, which John had been rather enjoying. It was a precious thing these days.
'Yes Sherlock?'
'Do you believe there to be something different about Mrs Hudson?' he asked.
John had been thinking about it all night. He felt guilty, as they hadn't paid much mind to her in the past few weeks, maybe they had missed something?
'I think she's okay Sherlock, she is probably just tired today that's all.' He said.
Sherlock pondered this for a moment, before nodding and returning his attention to the computer screen in front of him. John hoped he was right. He stood up, stretching his back.
'Goodnight Sherlock.' He said, before heading to his room. Sherlock waved him off, not taking his attention from the screen. John sighed, sometimes he wished that Sherlock would understand how easy it was to hurt people, but he knew that Sherlock cared for him in his own way.
It had been a busy day at work for John, he'd had many patients and he hadn't had time to think about how things were at home. He had just finished an appointment with a patient and was about to have his lunch break, when his mobile started ringing. He looked at it in confusion, the screen read Molly. Why on earth would Molly be calling him now?
'Hello?' He answered.
'Hi John! How are you?' Molly asked.
'I'm fine Molly, is everything okay?'
'John I am sorry to bother you at work, but I've just run into Mrs Hudson down town.' She said.
'Is she okay?' John asked.
'I'm not sure... I was heading out to get some lunch and I saw her walking about, she looked a bit lost. I asked her if she was okay and she shouted at me.'
'What do you mean she shouted at you?' John was starting to get very worried.
'She told me to leave her alone, that she was fine. I don't think she remembered me John.'
'Well you have only met once or twice, so it's possible. Where is she now?'
'I'm not too sure it was about an hour ago, I think she was headed back to Baker Street. I thought I had better tell you, it just seemed a bit odd, she is usually so lovely. I'm sorry it took me so long to call I got busy' she said.
'Okay Molly, thank you for letting me know, I'll call Sherlock and see if she's back home.' John hung up the phone. He grabbed his jacket and was heading out the door when his phone started ringing again. John's heart sank with worry when he saw Sherlock's name on the screen. Sherlock never called if he could text, unless it was an emergency. He fumbled with the screen for the answer button, trying to pull his arms through his jacket at the same time.
'Sherlock what's wrong?' He asked, there had to be something wrong, or he wouldn't call.
'John, it's Mrs Hudson...' Sherlock sounded distressed.
'What about her Sherlock?' He persisted.
'She came home not long ago, when she saw me she got very afraid and told me to leave. She started shouting at me. I didn't know what to do John, I... I don't think she recognises me.' Sherlock's voice cracked.
'Wait there I won't be long.' John said reassuringly. He quickly told Mary what was going on and she insisted that he take the rest of the afternoon off. He felt terrible for having to cancel his appointments, but this was important, something wasn't right with Mrs Hudson.
