Dear John, I see it all now that you're gone.
Don't you think I was too young
To be messed with?
The girl in the dress
Cried the whole way home
Sorry this took longer than usual. I just haven't really had time but I found time...in the middle of a maths lesson. Mrs Hudson is in this chapter a lot! I couldn't help it. I love her character and I really hope that she becomes bigger in season 4! She's just amazing! I have seen on other fanfics disclaimers and stuff like that. Am I meant to do that? Just incase I am:
Disclaimer: I don't own Benedict Cumberbatch or Sherlock (I'm going to cry) or anything apart from loads of posters, calendars, a book and the DVDs.
Enough of me waffling. Hope you like! :)
Mrs Hudson ushered Sherlock through the door into 221b. She couldn't believe what she had just seen happen. She had known that Anderson didn't like Sherlock but that was definitely uncalled for.
Sherlock threw his coat across the room, onto his chair, along with his scarf. He appeared completely unharmed and his cool mask had fallen back into place. He started to walk to his room when Mrs Hudson stopped him.
"Let me look at your face, Sherlock." She said firmly but gentle at the same time.
"It's fine." Sherlock huffed.
Mrs Hudson crossed her arms, "Let me look at it!" She demanded, showing that she wouldn't take no for an answer.
"As I said before, I. Am. Fine. Mrs Hudson, really." Sherlock replied bluntly, but Mrs Hudson gave him the best glare she could. She gripped his arm and led him to the sofa. Sherlock resisted but then he thought he better just get it over with. Mrs Hudson wasn't going to leave him alone until she had done what she had wanted to do.
"Sit!" Mrs Hudson ordered, pointing at the sofa. Sherlock reluctantly obeyed.
Mrs Hudson gently dabbed his cut and bruise with a wet flannel and wiped the blood away. Sherlock didn't even flinch but he kept letting out deep sighs showing how annoyed he was. Mrs Hudson paid no attention to it.
Whilst Mrs Hudson wiped his face Sherlock was in deep thought for a while. Does everyone believe I am a freak? No one had helped me when Anderson had punched me. Even John didn't move. Or were they all just too drunk to even realise what was happening around them? Mary had enjoyed it obviously. She had been trying to keep me away ever since they got together. Does she know that I like John? Maybe that's why she tries to keep me away? Well she didn't need to, John obviously isn't gay and why would he like me like that even if he were?
Sherlock knew that he didn't want to be alone again. He thought back to something his brother had told him once 'all hearts are broken, caring is not an advantage." For once, Sherlock agreed with something his brother had said. He could feel his heart breaking more and more as the days went by. He needed to forget about John but he couldn't.
"Sherlock?" Mrs Hudson tapped his face. The young man seemed to have completely zoned out for a few minutes.
"Hmmmm?" Sherlock was beginning to come back.
"You seemed gone for a moment there." Mrs Hudson tried to lighten the mood but she could see the hurt behind the mans eyes. There was something else there as well. Sorrow?
"You ok?" She asked him.
"Yes. Yes fine." The consulting detective stumbled over his words. Sherlock never stuttered. Mrs Hudson may not be the worlds only consulting detective but she could tell when something was wrong.
"What's wrong?" Mrs Hudson decided to take a direct approach.
"Nothing. Why?" Sherlock asked with annoyance.
"I might not be as clever as you but I'm not stupid."
"Well you clearly are!" Sherlock retorted, "there is nothing wrong with me!"
Sherlock stood up and suddenly became angry.
"Why does everyone always think there is something wrong with me?" Sherlock was nearly shouting. "I am fine! There is nothing wrong with me!"
"Sherlock sit down!" Mrs Hudson pulled him.
Sherlock sat down on the sofa again but his time he was shaking slightly. He tried to hide it but the landlady could still see it. There was something bothering him so she did what she thought best. She made a cup of tea for them both.
When they both were sat with their hot tea Mrs Hudson decided to try again. She didn't like to push the man but there was something bothering him. He had the warm mug of tea in his hands and looked like he was trying to draw all the heat from it.
"Sherlock?"
The detective looked up. His mask was still in place and he was successful in hiding all of his emotions, again. Mrs Hudson knew that this was going to be hard.
"You can speak to me, you know." Mrs Hudson said whilst looking directly at him.
"I am quite aware." The detective replied sharply.
"Well do you want to talk?"
"What about? Please not the weather!"
Mrs Hudson could hear the mocking in his tone but decided to ignore it.
"No. Talk about...well...you." She gestured towards him.
"I don't think I'm the most interesting subject."
Mrs Hudson sighed. She could feel a headache beginning.
"Is this about John?" She said jumping straight to the point.
A flash of sorrow appeared on Sherlock's features before it was quickly wiped away. However, Mrs Hudson didn't miss it.
"Sherlock please." Mrs Hudson put her tea down and got up out of John's, was it John's anymore?, chair. She sat next to him and looked straight at him.
"What do you expect me to say? That I am selfish? I don't like the fact that John is happy without me? That I hate him having fun without me?" Sherlock raised his voice slightly.
Mrs Hudson didn't know what to say to the sudden outburst. She watched as Sherlock stood up and paced.
"I should have known he would leave! They all do eventually! Now he's happy with Mary and can live the life he's always wanted! Now I'm alone! Back where I started! Maybe I should just give up! Go back to being a machine! But I can't now! He changed me so much and now he's left I don't know what to do!"
Sherlock shouted and flailed his arms around angrily but after a while he broke. There was no other way to describe it.
After his rage he fell to the floor and cried. Mrs Hudson rapped her arms around him and he clung to her like his life depended on it.
"I...I...love...him." Sherlock stuttered out between sobs.
Mrs Hudson was stunned at Sherlock's outburst but soon began to comfort him. The poor man was heartbroken. Sherlock Holmes, the sociopath? Mrs Hudson had always known he wasn't a sociopath.
"I know. I know. It's ok. Let it out." Mrs Hudson rubbed his back soothingly as the consulting detective sobbed.
"I don't want to be alone." Sherlock finally said. "I can't. I just can't."
The sight of the usually so strong and detached Sherlock Holmes sobbing in her arms made her want to cry herself, but she didn't. Instead she helped Sherlock to the sofa where he eventually cried himself to sleep.
Hoped you liked it! I don't think there is going to be much more left. Not sure...maybe 2 chapters. 3 at the most left? Thank you for reading!
