An; to people who follow this story.. I rewrote both chapter one and two, almost completely.. you may want to look that over again.
The three years that had gone past for Mrs. Hudson had been.. exceptionally quiet.
Without having any real tenants she had actually received twice the amount of rent as she usually would have, on the one single condition that she didn't move any-thing in Sherlock Holmes's old apartment, in fact she wasn't even allowed to go in there. The only thing she could do was just keep the only key safe.
With this easy income now being transferred to her bank account each month, Mrs. Hudson could finally do what-ever she pleased, living the life as many pensioners who had saved up through their long life did. She could go on those vacations she never had before, buy those nice clothes and try the more fine tea. But to be honest, Mrs. Hudson had never been a person asking much. And even though she at first had taken this opportunity she soon had left it and merely stayed at her own place going on with her own rather dull quiet life.
The high light of the three years passed by was without a doubt being invited to John Watsons wedding, for the single reason that it was an excuse to see the dear doctor ones again, and even at a day of happiness to.
But then that had sunk into the ground as well, John Watson was a man very badly at keeping up social contacts and Mrs. Hudson having been raised on good old fashioned moral values did not want to disturb a new founded family. She had made sure to make John aware that if he ever needed a baby sitter, she would be over joyed to apply. To which John had responded with a grimace and a obviously fake smile, thanking her for the consideration.
This Wednesday was as any other Wednesday in Mrs. Hudsons quiet life, she could go a rout to her other renters, asking if every-thing was okay, tidy up her own little flat, put over a pot of chicken soup to simmer so it would be as tasty as possible ones the evening arrived, make some tea for the afternoon. It was all very relaxing and easy. Not like does days where she had to life in constant fear of the ceiling right above her exploding or crashing down for some unpredictable reason.
It was in fact right over her head Sherlock Holmes's apartment was, obviously it was very quiet now, but back in time you could always tell whether Sherlock was at home or not, because if he was home, the noise would be constant and loud. John was more difficult to pin point though, as he had always been a very quiet humble man.
Mrs. Hudson sighed as she poured up some tea in her cup for her afternoon break and sat down on her kitchen chair, blowing on her tear before lifting the cup to her lips. That was the exact moment she noticed, some-thing very peculiar. The apartment above her was supposed to be dead silence, but now there were small tappings up there, like.. food steps? Mrs. Hudson blinked setting down her cup trying to sharpen her ears for any more noise, then suddenly a loud crash sounded from up there. "Good heavens!" Mrs. Hudson exclaimed standing up. Some-one was in Sherlocks apartment! turning the place maybe even! Mrs. Hudson didn't even hesitate to spring for the door tp stop who-ever was up there, there was no way any burglars would be allowed to touch any of all of those things preserved so carefully! not as long as she had any-thing to say about it!
Surprisingly fast, especially considering her age, Mrs. Hudson sprinted up the stairs, her key all-ready ready at hand, though as she neared the right door, it was obvious her own key was of little value, because the door stood right open. "Of all the." frustrated Mrs. Hudson shook her head obvious fury building up inside of her and escaping her otherwise normally gentle eyes, then that same fury just doubled as another big crash sounded from within the apartment. "No this is to much!" Mrs. Hudson exclaimed loudly and without hesitation or any re-precautions for any supposed danger just walked right in. "What do you think you're doing?" she yelled aiming for the living room, and almost jumped in fright as she actually saw a man standing in there, she hadn't quite thought as far as what to do when she confronted this burglar, and this man was tall as he just stood there with his back on her, Mrs. Hudson was just about to question her actions and yell for help. But then she discovered that the man was holding Sherlock's old violin, the fright Mrs. Hudson previously had was exchanged with anger within the second. "Young man." she stated sternly. "Put that down!" she demanded. "Right this instance!"
Surprised the man turned around and blinked a little wide-eyed at Mrs. Hudson.
All though, his surprise was nothing, nothing, compared to Mrs. Hudsons, her anger and fright was gone in a instant, instead there was shock, so big that it threatened to stop her heart and give her a heart attack. Mrs. Hudson let out a loud dtrange sound in her surprise, not quite a yell not quite a gasp, but just a big sound, as she held up her hands, pressing them against her mouth, looking wide-eyed at the intruder.
The man whom stood in front of her was a taller pale man, his hair was dark, almost black and curly, his eyes bluish light gray, very pale and always simmering with intelligence, even if they looked more dull than usual right now, his cheek bones pronounced and tall. "Sherlock." Mrs. Hudson at last spoke out loud in a broken voice as her own hysteria build up and she started to sniff.
At ones Sherlock put back his violin in the chair, and instead he hurried towards Mrs. Hudson, without any hesitation laying his arms around her in a genuine embrace, and as he did so, a genuine smile was priding his pall face. "Mrs. Hudson." he greeted her in a happy even a little shy voice. "You look well." he told as he tried to calm the old lady down, holding her lightly, his own state of mind obviously being a little different from what it usually was.
Mrs. Hudson let out a cry, and then continued crying into Sherlocks shoulder, sobbing in hysterics. "You clutch!" she cried. "How dare you Sherlock?" she asked. "How dare you?" she asked again.
"Shh." Sherlock hushed her though not letting go. "Be as angry with me as you like, but try to relax, breath." he asked of her. "Believe it or not, I don't want you to collapse."
"Sherlock." Mrs. Hudson shook her head and was finally let go, only for her to take a step back looking up at Sherlocks face. "Look at you." she commented. "Here! back at the flat, I mean. Sherlock you look horrible." she stated. "How long since is it you had a decent meal?" she asked concerned.
"eating is boring." Sherlock informed in a slight smile. "But.. I do think I could stand some of your outstanding chicken soup, currently boiling at the stove down at your apartment."
"Sherlock I am not your House keeper, I was never your House keeper." Mrs. Hudson stated in a tearful voice as she shook her head. "But when you are kind enough to call my cooking outstanding, oh Sherlock." without thinking Mrs. Hudson grabbed Sherlocks face between her hands looking at him. "Who cares, I'm going to feed you up well this time, lord knows you need it. Look at you, look at you Sherlock Holmes. Man of miracles!" she stated. "Miracles and heart attacks!"
Sherlock chuckled smiling warmly at Mrs. Hudson, the warmth reaching all the way up to his eyes. Before he laughed and in a surprise attack lifted Mrs. Hudson up to swing her around one simple turn. "Oh I really am glad to be back!" he laughed before gently putting Mrs. Hudson down again.
"Come down and have some supper!" Mrs. Hudson then started at ones. "Come come quick!" she demanded hushing him out the door. "And how nice you look to Sherlock, all well groomed."
"It's a special occasion." Sherlock blinked. "It's not every-day a man comes back for good to clear the slade."
"So you are planning to stay?" Hudson asked.
Sherlock nodded, smiling at the elderly landlady as they entered her place. "Thank you for sustaining my flat so nicely." he told her.
"You're most welcome." Mrs. Hudson replied closing the door after him. "It'll be nice to have some life going up there again, why Sherlock, it was deader than a grave."
"I'll fix that." Sherlock promised. "Within time, for now. I'll just use the bed and bathroom when needed, I must ask you to keep this a secret. From now on, me being here, it's our little secret Mrs. Hudson." Sherlock winked at her.
"But Sherlock, John." Mrs. Hudson blinked.
"I'll tell him in due time." Sherlock promised. "I'm going to need him to clear my name." he told. "Don't worry mrs. Hudson, every-thing will soon be all right, you'll see." he promised.