First Christmas in 221B ch. 12

Sherlock, John, Molly, and Greg jogged up the steps to 221B, fixing their hair and trying to look neat. They all clambered in the small doorway and began up the steps nervously, hoping Mrs. Hudson wouldn't be too angry. As they entered the flat, the noticed Mrs. Hudson's face full of worry as she watched the news on the telly. She turned when they came in and hugged each of them motherly. She started on them immediately. "I saw that Scotland Yard was full of these awful men with guns and everything, I thought you were dead! I fell asleep here last night so I just stayed in case you boys came home. You two worry me sick sometimes with your murder cases and what not. John, what's happened to you? And Sherlock, your forehead is a mess."

The two assured her that they were fine as she ran off to get bandages and disinfectant from the cabinet. Lestrade was simply laughing while Molly found Mrs. Hudson's mother-like worry sweet.

Mrs. Hudson returned and forced John into a chair first and she soon got to work cleaning the gash on his head. Sherlock went off to the kitchen to check on one of his crazy experiments when she called for him and he unwillingly obliged. Now it was John's turn to laugh as Sherlock sat embarrassingly with Mrs. Hudson acting as his nurse. Finally she finished and Sherlock jumped off the chair and walked back to his friends' smug faces.

"Let's finish our Christmas dinner, shall we?" Mrs. Hudson heated up the dinners that had been left in the fridge all night and the five of them gathered merrily around the table, ready to have a break at last. As they all served themselves to the wonderful cooking of Mrs. Hudson, John stood and said, "I'd like to say that this has been the most interesting Christmas of my entire life. I can't say I enjoyed all of it, and I can't say I remember all of it either, but I can say this; I'm glad that at the end of the day, after gang members and murders, and a whole attack on Scotland Yard, we can still just sit and have a nice dinner together. I just met all of you this year, but I think I can speak for everyone when I say that we're already the best of friends. Thank you, all of you, for-"

"John?"

John took a deep breath as he prepared for Sherlock's interruption. He apprehensively muttered, "Yes?"

Sherlock was back to his old self, and his old self wasn't too find of these sentimental speeches. "How about we start our food now?"

John sarcastically smiled and sat down. Secretly, he actually was glad that Sherlock was back to normal. But he wasn't going to tell Sherlock that anytime soon.

The five of them; John, Sherlock, Molly, Lestrade, and Mrs. Hudson; ate their day-too-late Christmas dinner happily, all enjoying what their little group had quickly become: family.