This is the first of the little one-shots which will be randomly interspersed with the longer Johnkitty! story.
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TapTap
It was a particularly beautiful teapot. A crisp white, with the most delicate, chestnut-brown bees painted onto the precious china sometime long ago, the only break of the seemingly endless bone-white a sequence of seemingly random letters underneath it, in that same, warm brown.
Mrs Hudson had always loved that particular teapot. She had found it by accident during her uni years in a small antique shop, the last year before she met her husband, and she had cherished it since then. It was slightly mismatched with the old teacup it had been paired with by the half-blind old man who'd owned the shop, but she had never seen fit to separate the delicate bone china with its well-made brown patters, so beautiful and so breakable, from the sturdy flaxen teacup a previous owner had scrabbled the name "Captain John" onto with a childish handwriting, which had surely once belonged to a fearsome young pirate captain. Apparently called John.
Mrs Hudson never used the teacup, but she always left it by the teapot in between making tea in it, she always had. She wasn't sure why, but something in her fancied that they belonged together.
Of course, she was an old woman now, with her uni days far behind her, but the teapot was shining as brightly in her cosy living room as it always had. That it had been a loyal hiding place for the microphone the police had given her in order to prove her abusive husband's illegal activities had only endeared it further to her, but that, too, was years ago. It had been a wonderful ally though: together, she and the teapot had brought down the entire criminal empire she had only seen hints at the edges of.
"What do you think, Sherlock," Mrs Hudson addressed the loyal teapot, named so after those letters at its base "shall I make some tea?" With a smile, she rose. She had some time left before she was needed to welcome those new tenants of hers - one could wonder what they'd be like.