A/N: Based on an idea I got from blackcat55, who wanted to see more of Mrs. Hudson and Mycroft, as well as Sherlock's reaction, I wrote this piece of humor and fluff. Enjoy!


Sherlock burst into 221a, looking for a sample of Mrs. Hudson's "herbal soothers" for an experiment. The landlady wouldn't mind, he was sure. After all, Sherlock had no interest in smoking cannabis; he went for harder stuff.

"Mrs. Hudson!" he while striding through the hallway. "I called you from upstairs. Didn't you-" he stopped mid-stride and mid-sentence. "What are you doing here?" Sherlock asked, his voice filled with loathing.

"I would think that wouldn't be hard to deduce, brother mine. I'm drinking tea and eating some of Mrs. Hudson's delectables blueberry scones."

"I can see that," Sherlock said impatiently. "I can also see that you gained four pounds, and are about to gain several more if you don't lay off the scones."

"Your deductions are spot-on. No wonder you are considered England's foremost detective, what with your skills at stating the very obvious," Mycroft's words and tone dripped sarcasm.

"You come into my house, invade my landlady's flat, eat my landlady's scones, and then you have the gallery to lecture me about deductions?"

"Boys," came a chiding tone. Both "boys" turned to look at Mrs. Hudson. "I will not tolerate any bickering over here. Like you said, Sherlock, this is my flat, and I get to make the rules over here."

Mycroft looked at her guiltily. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Hudson."

Sherlock just looked at her in confusion. "Mrs. Hudson?" he asked her, his voice quieter now. "What is he doing here?"

"Well, I thought that was clear" she frowned.

"Yes, drinking tea, stuffing- I mean eating scones, but why?"

"Why not?" the landlady asked with a perplexed expression.

"Because... you know... he's Mycroft. Rings a bell? The man who doesn't sochalice, unless he can manipulate something out of you, like your life savings, or your firstborn child."

"Actually, we were just discussing the rising taxes and that awful situation in the Middle East. I wasn't asked to sign anything, in fact." The landlady's tone was calm, and her expression still slightly bewildered, as if she couldn't understand what all the fuss was about.

"Yet. Besides, I thought you didn't like him all that much. Reptile, remember?"

"I like reptiles." This was said with such innocence that it caused Mycroft to let out a startled chuckle, while Sherlock gaped.

"Mrs. Hudson!" he nearly wailed. "I thought you were on my side!"

"Of course, dear. That's why I invited your brother over for tea. I thought it was time for me to get to know him. As I always say, family is all we have in the end, isn't that right, Sherlock dear?"

The landlady smiled sweetly at the detective, who was wearing a chagrined expression, and then she discreetly winked at the British Government.