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Friend: "If you could have any superpower, what would it be?"
Me: "I want Morgan Freeman's voice."
Friend: "...really?'
Me: "Of COURSE not, I want the superpower to own Sherlock!"
I don't have superpowers, thus, I do not own Sherlock. Bleh.
Sherlock Holiday Celebrations: Mother's Day
...Happy Mother's Day...Mummy...=21 Letters + 9 punctuation marks=30 characters=3,000 words
John was running.
From what, he had no idea-but John ran all the same. Alone, in an endless labyrinth of dark ominous hallways–the only sounds being his footsteps echoing off the walls and…growling?
Looking back, he saw what he was attempting to escape: hounds. The Hound of Baskerville, plus two others, and they were certainly real this time. Their lips curled back to reveal pearl-white teeth, with foam bubbling from the sides of their mouths. The doctor felt his heart skip a beat as the animals advanced, their claws grazing loudly against the dark marble floors. The canines growled in hunger as John cursed under his breath. His lungs burned as they screamed for air, and his legs were throbbing by the time he rounded another corner-and suddenly John just couldn't run anymore.
Collapsing to the ground, the doctor felt himself shudder in fear. "Shit!" John wheezed, feeling his body ache with incredible unfamiliar pain as he attempted to stand back up. His body betrayed him and his limbs went completely numb as the hounds ravenously lunged forward.
It instantly occurred to John this moment was likely to be his last…he would never have the chance to say goodbye to those who mattered to him. "Sherlock!" John yelled, the tall detective being the only one flashing through his mind during his final moment as he shakily covered his head-feeling the hound's heated breath against his neck. Why he begged his friend's name hopelessly in the darkness, John couldn't say…all he knew was he was doomed as he felt the unmistakable sharp sting of the hound's claws and fangs piercing into his exposed flesh. "SHERLOCK!"
Xxxxx
"Sh-Sherlock…" The detective grimaced as John pitifully whimpered out his name again in his slumber. He had hoped John would just fall back into a peaceful sleep once his nightmare reached its highpoint…
"Sherlock!"
Nope. Perhaps a few more minutes…
"SHERLOCK!"
That was it, he couldn't stand it anymore. Seeing his friend in this state simply made Sherlock sick-it chilled him to the core.
"JOHN!" he yelled frantically, shaking the doctor's shoulders and practically slapping him out of his sleep. He knew it was really the only way to wake him up from these dreams…
"GOD, What the HELL?!" John sputtered, finally coming to consciousness. His first sight was none other than his flatmate kneeling beside the sofa he had fallen asleep on earlier that evening. Trembling, John sat up and rubbed his eyes stressfully. "Oh God…Ohhh my God…." He shakily exhaled.
"John-" Sherlock reached for a glass of water and carefully placed it in the doctors quivering hands. "It's alright, John-I'm here…" he stated, his frosty eyes reflecting worry.
John blinked as he gazed into the clear liquid-the visions of the attacking hounds still vividly fresh in his mind. "I….wow…I-I'm sorry, I ju-just-" the doctor stuttered, feeling sick to his stomach. "It was…God, it was horrible…"
Sherlock furrowed his eyebrows in concern and took back the cup-it was obvious John was too shaken up to drink anything at the moment. "John, it's alright if you do not wish to verbalize it again..." He nodded, "…was it the hound?" he asked delicately.
"I…more than…one…three of them…" John sighed in frustration, massaging his forehead.
The detective nodded again, this time curtly. These reoccurring nightmares of John's had been going on for a good week now-and each time they only seemed to get worse. It had gotten to the point where John was practically afraid of sleeping-something Sherlock had never seen in John's character before. The doctor was incredibly frustrated with the fact the Hound of Baskerville was haunting him months after their solution with the case. His lack of sleep weakened him to the point of passing out from time to time-only to confront the hounds again. Sherlock was becoming frustrated himself-he had attempted practically everything he could find on nightmare remedies for his flatmate, but all had utterly failed. Not even sleeping during the daytime seemed to affect anything… Sherlock felt guilt and anger flush over him every time John experienced a nightmare-he absolutely hated to see John practically wither away in front of him. This needed to stop as soon as possible; no matter what it took-he would do it.
"God, I'm sorry-I didn't mean to wake you up-"John began, groaning at the feeling of an upcoming headache. No sleep only meant more body pains…
"-Don't apologize, John, you do not choose to experience these visions." Sherlock ordered, looking up at him seriously. "What do you require at the moment?"
John sighed, feeling as though he were being a major inconvenience to the detective. "I just…I think I n-need some… fresh air…" he mumbled as he stood, still slightly quivering. The flat suddenly felt exceedingly warm. A walk would do him some good… "I'll…I'll be back, thanks for wake-waking me up…"
Sherlock couldn't help but cringe at his words. He should have known the nightmare wouldn't cease if John 'slept it off', he should have woken him sooner. "John-" he began, but trailed off as the flat door shut behind the doctor. Sherlock sighed in defeat.
He let himself sink into his mind palace while the flat was empty, and surrounded himself with solutions to this growing problem…no, no…no…he had tried that…As much as he hated to admit it, Sherlock had a past with reoccurring nightmares…how had he cured himself? The detective scanned his surroundings in thought-his gaze landing on the calendar seeming to scream out today's date to him. Hm. Then again, it wasn't himself who treated the nightmares accordingly, it was his…
Aha.
"Brilliant." Sherlock whispered to himself, taking note of the labeled holiday under the date. Today could not have possibly come at a better time.
Snatching his phone from his pocket, Sherlock began dialing one of the most important numbers he knew inside and out by heart. He uncharacteristically held his breath in anticipation.
"Good evening, love." a voice answered with a warm chuckle on the first ring- she obviously knew the number calling her just as well.
Sherlock grinned at the soothing sound of the one he dearly adored. "Hello Mummy…"
Xxxxx
"Seven-no, eight…wait-it was…so…nine. Nine months…God, John, you're pathetic…" The doctor massaged his neck stressfully as he walked briskly in the crisp-cold London air. The quiet darkness of the night was calming, yet eerie…
John still couldn't get the faces of the hounds out of his mind-they were there every time he closed his eyes…even when he blinked, the red eyes and shining teeth threatened to attack. "Pitiful…" the doctor sighed again, cursing himself under his breath. Nine months was exceedingly excessive to be having nightmares over something that far in the past…wasn't it?
Now that he thought about it, his army 'dreams' never went away…they just didn't occur as often.
John felt his head throb painfully. He attempted to push the thoughts out of his mind for the moment-this walk was supposed to be helping things…
Right.
Inhaling deeply, John looked up to the black sky…it was dark enough to see the stars tonight. He chuckled in spite of himself as he recalled Sherlock's last rant on how 'unimportant' it was to know 'every bloody thing' about the universe…
John sighed again at the thought. He shouldn't be out here walking. He should be back home, with those that mattered. At least he forgot all his pathetic weaknesses when he was distracted by his flatmate…
Besides-he could have sworn it was getting darker and darker by the minute. Choosing the fastest way back to Baker Street, John turned into a darkened alleyway passage. Normally, he would be too paranoid to take ways like this in the dark-but he was extremely uncomfortable at the moment and needed to get back home-fast.
John closed his eyes for a moment in an attempt to sooth his aching head, but his eyes flashed right back open at a sudden low rumbling noise…
Freezing in position to listen, John heard it again…his heart stopped at the realization it was some sort of animal snarling. "Don't even, John-what are the chances…" the doctor trailed off, slowly turning to inspect just what he was dealing with... "Shit…"
It was indeed an animal-a canine, for sure. A very burly one at that-it's large eyes reflected a white from the moonlight in the dark alleyway as it trotted forward-letting out another menacing growl. All John could make out was its sheer size in the dim lighting-the outline gave the impression of an incredibly muscular frame and its pointed ears attentively turned in his direction. For a moment, all John could do was stand there in disbelief. This couldn't be happening…what were the odds…
The doctor jumped when the hound let out a sharp bark and trotted forward again, this time breaking into a sprint.
Finally, John was able to react-he ran. John ran faster than he had run in his dreams- this was all-too real to take any chances. Hearing the patting of paws behind him, John glanced back as he dodged a protruding fire escape ladder and took an unexpected turn, hoping to throw the hound off. "Aw, Shit!" he cursed, watching in horror as the hound advanced-faster than John had ever seen an animal run. For some strange reason, he felt he couldn't take his eyes off the canine-he felt it would be his death if he tore his gaze away.
A split-second later, John realized it would be his death if he didn't watch where he was going.
Collapsing to the unforgiving ground, John grimaced as he roughly collided with brick wall. Panicking, he sat up and searched the solid barrier for an escape. There weren't many ways to get out of a dead end…
Another bark, and John felt his heart practically stop.
"Oh God," he mumbled to himself, wishing he had just chosen to stay home. Before he even had the chance to get back up, the hound pounced.
The large canine rammed into John forcefully and sent them both tumbling back onto the ground. John cringed and prepared for the worst as he closed his eyes for what he thought would be the last time. Images of his entire life began flashing before him-ending with cheerful memories of none other than Sherlock Holmes…
To his utter surprise, John felt no claws tearing into his coat, or teeth gnawing into his skin-but a warm rough tongue lapping at the hands covering his face. Holding his breath, John slowly opened his eyes to find the 'deadly' hound simply hovering above him. His eyes adjusting to a sudden light from the end of the alley, John felt his defenses melt as he realized the hound was really a dog-just a bulky German Shepard... "The Hell…" John muttered as the dog wagged his tail excitedly and whimpered as he turned toward the light source.
"Leo-you get back here RIGHT now mister!" an oddly familiar honeyed voice scolded, "You weren't supposed to jump on him, you big oaf! I apologize; Dr. Watson- Leo appears to have difficulty NOT assaulting every person he meets…"
John blinked against the flashlight and warily took the offered hand to stand up. "I'm…I'm sorry, what's going on?" he shook his head, feeling his heat continue to thud in his chest with adrenaline.
"I suppose it would be appropriate to remove the light beam from you face," the woman chuckled, lowering her flashlight. "Forgive me, Dr. Watson-I tend to become a bit 'hyper', if you will, late at night…The dark excites me."
John blinked again to adjust to the light and realized why this person was calling him Dr. Watson. He smiled at the shining chestnut curls and frosty eyes he recognized immediately. He felt his body relax at the sight. Her reassuring smile-similar to Mycroft's-seemed to brighten the dark alleyway. "Violet-I- please, call me John-" he started, not sure where to begin. He knew he would see the infamous "Mummy Holmes" again, just not in such a situation as this…
"Oh, yes, that's right, John-of course! This is Leo…" Ms. Holmes introduced, scratching the German Shepard behind his ears. "Again, I'm terribly sorry, he wasn't supposed to pounce on you…"
"It's fine, I-" John blinked in surprise. "-I'm sorry, wasn't supposed to?"
Mrs. Holmes eyes seemed to sparkle in the dark. "Perhaps this would be much easier to discuss as we walk home…Leo-get OUT of that trash can this instant!"
Xxxxx
Sherlock paced the sidewalk heatedly in the chilled air as countless deductions on the situation swirled in his mind. He turned to Mycroft, who was leaning against his parked car, and opened his mouth to ask a question.
"Before you inquire for the fifth time in the past two minutes," Mycroft interrupted, "-it is twelve thirty nine, brother."
Sherlock merely snorted in response and continued pacing.
"Quite a lovely night, is it not?" Mycroft asked, lifting his gaze to the star-filled sky.
Sherlock swiveled on his heels to face his brother, his eyes reflecting eagerness. "Time?" he asked once again. Mycroft sighed and closed his eyes.
"It's past your bedtime, that's what time it is." A familiar voice playfully scolded.
"MUMMY!" Sherlock chirped, dashing to engulf Mother Holmes in warm hug before Mycroft even stood straight up.
"Oh, love, Mummy's missed you…" She smiled, hugging him back lovingly.
"Sherlock's missed you too…" the detective sighed contentedly into her thick curls.
Mycroft smiled happily and turned to John, who beamed at the two hugging. "Good morning, John..."
"Is it really?" John asked, not believing the time as he subconsciously yawned.
"Ask Sherlock if you do not believe me." Mycroft smirked, then softly whistled, "Leo," The canine responded accordingly and trotted over to sit patiently in front of the car. "Hello, old fellow…" Mycroft beamed, lightly massaging the dog behind his ears. He glanced at his mother's facial expression and then whispered to him with a grin, "I do believe you've been a bit naughty this morning…"
"Thirteen years and seven months-he still cannot grasp the concept of even the simplest instructions…" Mrs. Holmes rolled her eyes, smoothing out Sherlock's coat as she had done since he had first worn one…
"Thirteen?" John asked with raised eyebrows, only now noticing the gray hairs speckling the dog's body.
"He's our old boy-the secret is just how spoiled he is." Mummy Holmes replied with a wink, shivering in her light long-sleeved cream shirt. "Goodness, the temperature has declined immensely- I'm afraid we must go nonetheless."
"But Mummy-" Sherlock began protesting as his mother opened the car door and let Leo hop in.
"No worries, darling-" she soothed, closing the door and giving her youngest son one last hug. "I'll be back for a 'check-in' soon. It won't take as long as this time."
Sherlock pouted as his mother pulled away and met his gaze. "Promise?" he asked.
"Promise, love." Mummy Holmes chuckled, kissing his forehead before striding to John. "As for you-I am so proud."
"Proud-?" John began, not able to contain a laugh as mother Holmes engulfed him in a hug and squeezed in a motherly fashion. "Of me? What did I-"
"-Of course you!" she interrupted, pulling back and cupping Johns cheeks in her hands as though he were a young boy. "You faced your fears and freed yourself from those dreadful hauntings of the night-very well, I may add. I remember someone else special having similar nightmares…" she looked mischievously to the detective.
"Mummy!" Sherlock hissed in obvious embarrassment as Mycroft smirked.
"What? They were dreadful-waking up to the sound of you screaming over the giant wolves coming to eat you and-" she stopped as Mycroft stifled a laugh. "Don't get me started on you, mister." Mycroft immediately stopped snickering. "Oh, goodness, remember the year you two came running into my room Easter night crying that the Easter Bunny was a rabid beast out to suck the blood of unlucky children-"
"MUMMY!" Both brothers begged as John grinned.
"Alright, alright-but I will take note to continue next time." She winked, turning back to John. "You have a wonderful night dear-I love you."
Before John even knew what he was saying, the words spilled out of his mouth. "I love you too." John froze.
Sherlock and Mycroft raised their eyebrows in surprise, looking to their mother for her reaction.
She simply smiled and nuzzled her nose against John's. "That's my boy-"
"Mummy-" Sherlock began, still surprised.
She raised a finger before he could continue. "-if he is a brother to you, he is my son. And your brother certainly deserves the love he was neglected of as a child." She explained, her tone telling them it was official as of that moment.
John's eyes widened. "H-how did you know-"
"-A story for another day, love." She simply winked, planting a quick kiss on the doctor's cheek before dashing to the driver's side of the car. "I don't know how you all can stand it out here-it's so chilly!"
"I warned you to wear a coat, Mummy." Mycroft smirked as he opened the door for her.
"You know I hate excess clothes, dear-now get in." she snapped, still smiling anyway. "Goodnight, loves." She giggled to the detectives.
"Goodnight Mummy." Sherlock smiled.
"Be sure to tell Mrs. Hudson I send her my regards, John." she winked before closing the door.
"I do believe you meant morning, brother." Mycroft smirked, getting into the car as Sherlock merely rolled his eyes.
Both detectives waved as the car quietly drove off into the night.
"Quite convenient of her to be near today…" Sherlock muttered to himself.
"I love your mother." John shook his head, smiling at the now empty street.
"She's yours as well, as I recall." Sherlock smirked before walking up and opening 221B's door. "I do believe I left the chloride in the microwave…" he muttered, disappearing up the staircase.
John shook his head to himself when he realized what today was. Looking off in the direction the duo disappeared to, he smiled. "…Happy Mother's Day…Mummy…"
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