Summary:Established Sherlock/John slash. Mrs Hudson loved Sherlock but she also loved that John loved Sherlock.

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Not the housekeeper

Mrs Hudson had been fond of Sherlock ever since he had ensured her husband's execution and had moved into 221B Baker Street. He was a little off –with his lack of social etiquette – but so smart and he looked out for her in his own special way. Mrs Hudson was aware of the relationship between Sherlock and his brother Mycroft and with Sherlock's lack of friends she worried about him.

She thought when the police – that Lestrade fellow – had started calling him more often about police work that he would start to make friends within Scotland Yard but no such luck. Anderson and Donavan hated Sherlock, always tossing snide remarks at him. Lestrade was sort of his friend – but Sherlock denied that he had friends and that he didn't need them. Until he met John Watson.


Mrs Hudson had been thrilled when Sherlock had told her he had found someone interested in sharing a flat with him to help pay the rent. Sherlock had brought John around the next day and Mrs Hudson knew instantly that John was something special.

He was boyishly handsome with his sandy blonde hair and stockier build. He smiled warmly at Mrs Hudson and shook her hand firmly.

"Mrs Hudson, this is John Watson. He's an army doctor," Sherlock informed her.

"Oh, it's so nice to meet you dear," Mrs Hudson smiled. "Our Sherlock can be a bit of a handful."

John blushed when she said 'our Sherlock' and stammered out a response much to Sherlock's confusion. Mrs Hudson giggled to herself and allowed Sherlock to go show John around the apartment. She was surprised - but not unhppy - when John moved in the next day.

John sat at Mrs Hudson's kitchen table sulkily, sipping at his tea and staring at it sadly.

"I heard you and Sherlock having a little domestic," Mrs Hudson smiled sympathetically at him. "I'm sure he'll come around soon."

"We're not together," John told her sadly and Mrs Hudson frowned.

"Well – not yet. You know how Sherlock is, his mind always on his experiments," Mrs Hudson sighed. "But he's getting better. You've taught him so much."

John looked up at her surprised. "Me? Teach Sherlock?"

"Of course dear," Mrs Hudson laughed. "His social skills have improved immensely. He even said thank you to me the other day when I dusted for you. But remember, I'm you land lady not your house keeper."

John smiled at this and took another sip of his tea. Mrs Hudson winced as she sat down, her hip giving her more trouble than usual today.

"You just have to give him some time," she continued. "He'll figure it out eventually."

"He's my only friend," John told her quietly and Mrs Hudson reached out and patted his hand.

"It will all work out," she assured him.

She was right of course. A few nights later John had been kidnapped and Sherlock had dashed off to rescue you him. Mrs Hudson had headed up to 221B to check on them and she put a hand over her mouth to stifle the excited squeal that threatened to busrt right out of her. Sherlock was gently cleaning the wound on John's head, occasionally placing a kiss on his lips, murmuring apologies and comfort. She backed away to give them some privacy, smiling for the rest of the night.


Mrs Hudson had always wanted to be a grandmother and she was not quite that she was thrilled when Sherlock and John decided to have a child. John's sister Harry – who wanted to prove to John that she wanted him in his life and to prove that she was trying to get better – offered to be a surrogate for the two of them.

John had been reluctant but Sherlock had started to reel of facts and figures and John caved easily. And so, for nine months, Harry carried their child. The birth went smoothly and an exhausted Harry handed over their new baby boy.

Mrs Hudson had spent time helping the boys make sure that the apartment was safe for a baby and was there when they brought him home.

"Desmond," John told her, handing the bundle over for her to hold. "Desmond Holmes-Watson."

"Oh he's precious," Mrs Hudson cooed. She looked up to Sherlock and John who had their warms wrapped around each other's waist, both smiling brightly.


John had been called back to Afghanistan as an army doctor, leaving Sherlock to raise Desmond by himself. Sherlock hadn't wanted John to go for several reasons. Sherlock was doubtful that he was a good parent and he needed John in ways that he had never needed someone before.

"Don't worry dear," Mrs Hudson had assured them both. "I'll help you look after Desmond but remember I'm your land lady, not your house keeper."

John hadn't wanted to go but duty call and he couldn't say no. He tried not to cry but a few tears slipped out as he bid his family goodbye. He pulled Sherlock into a firm kiss, tasting him for the last time until they were reunited again. With a heavy heart he climbed into the car and headed off to war.

Mrs Hudson spent a lot of time with Desmond while Sherlock solved cases and pretended not to brood. Mycroft was around a lot more, occasionally holding Desmond. Sherlock would make an effort to be back at night so that he could care for Desmond and tried not to be out all times off the day. He relied on his homeless network a lot more these days.

John would never forgive him if he took their son to a crime scene or got him injured in anyway. Mrs Hudson climbed the stairs to Desmond's cries and she sighed sympathetically. She peeked in and saw Sherlock holding Desmond, bouncing him up and down and dancing around the room trying to sooth him.

"Don't cry," Sherlock hummed. "Please. You're not hot or cold, you're not hungry and you're not tired. Either am I but I'm not crying although you are making me want to cry. Why are you crying?"

Mrs Hudson took pity on Sherlock and came in.

"Hello darlings," she smiled. "Having a bad day are we?"

"He won't stop crying and I have done everything," Sherlock told her, looking at her pleadingly. There were very few times that Sherlock asked for help. Usually it was John who provided the answer but he was still away at war. Mrs Hudson smiled at the thought.

"Perhaps the two of you are suffering the same thing," Mrs Hudson told him. Sherlock looked at her confused.

"What?"

"You miss John," Mrs Hudson chuckled lightly.

"Oh," Sherlock hummed, looking to Desmond who looked back, sniffling with tears running down his cheeks. "Of course. John is very missed."

"He'll be home soon," Mrs Hudson assured him. "Don't you worry about that."

John came home not long after that day, having been shot in the arm. Mrs Hudson had been looking after Desmond at the time and Sherlock – per John's instructions – had informed he to bring herself and Desmond over for a visit.

Mrs Hudson had missed John and had told him as much. She loved Sherlock, but she loved that John loved Sherlock. The two were made for each other so alike but so different at the same time. The completed each other and Mrs Hudson knew that they would be together forever.


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